Yesterday I had a dental cleaning. I never used to have a problem going to the dentist, but in the last year, the procedure has become very unpleasant. I'd rather get a Pap smear.
The older kids went to a neighbor's house, and Mary and I headed to the dentist's office. Mary wanted to nap...while nestled at my breast. This is a bit tricky, because the dentist's chair has you lying back almost all the way which is not exactly a good nursing position. My arms were fatigued from holding her up for an hour without any support.
Like many dentist's offices, they have semi-private chairs. At my feet was a solid wall, and on my other three sides were partition walls with generous openings instead of doors. I had forgotten to bring a blanket to aid in discreet nursing, but I was wearing one of my nursing shirts. The hygienist is a woman, so I wasn't overly self-conscious about the bit of exposed breast.
The dentist is a woman, a mother of four, and a former breastfeeder herself. She thinks the sight of a nursing baby is sweet. I agree, but...
As I lay there, vulnerable, exposed and with my mouth gaping open, I could hear the dentist behind me. She had sighted Mary and was cooing over the beautiful sight of a mother - me - nursing her child. And then it seemed a crowd gathered, all looking at the beautiful baby at her mother's breast. It was a bit awkward. Amusing, but awkward.