A mother and infant pair sat next to me on my flight to LA. Since there was an empty middle seat, I said that the baby could sit there... Thank goodness for that extra seat. They actually could have used an entire row to themselves.
The mother was probably in her forties and very "earthy", "natural" - carried a Patagonia bag, wore a fleece and crocs. The baby also wore crocs and her name, I later found out, was Inga. Cute... I thought, originally. A few minutes into the flight, the mother says to the baby, "Do you want to nurse?" I looked over to see if I had heard correctly and indeed I had! She lifted her shirt to allow her to breastfeed. Yes, I saw some boob. And... who uses that word "nurse" to a baby anyway? What if I was a man? What if we didn't have a seat between us? That boob would have been in my face.
I thought the baby was well beyond "nursing" because she was walking and looked almost 2. She was actually 18 months, her mother told me later... tall for her age. The woman "nursed" the baby at least 5-6 times throughout the trip. Gross. Definitely too close and too exposed for comfort. My friends breastfeed but they come prepared with a blanket or some sort of covering.
People never cease to amaze me... I shall always have stories to tell.
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