The version of me breastfeeding so effortlessly in public was possible – only after months of hidden struggle
I was at a cafe when my newborn started to grizzle. I snapped off my nursing singlet with my left hand and pulled the breastfeeding cover over my head with my right. Within seconds, the baby was on my breast.
I continued eating my lunch with one hand, chatting away without dropping a beat. My friend noted what a pro I was – a natural, even – and I was taken aback by her words.
