Monday, March 19, 2007
The One With The Guests
Hubby's family came over yesterday. And they brought with them the whole clan. The extended family. And this is only my dad-in-law's side.
They were spilling right up to the corridor I tell ya. Well, what to do.. They should've come in shifts.
My house is NOT too small. It's enough for just me and my family. It's only once in a blue horizon that we have guests coming. And when they do come, they come in droves.
Like yesterday.
Whatever it is, the FABruary babies congregated for the first time. No, not me, not Daanish. We both
basi oredi. It's these FAB babies pulak...
Babies unite!
Only three only days apart. Don't ask me their names. I only know mine, not becoz she's mine. It's simply coz she has a simple name.
One name.
MARSYA.
Dah.
Actually that's not the point I wanna talk abt here.
What I wanna talk abt here is breasts.
Yup.
The mammaries.
God's gift to women.
When it comes to breastfeeding, why are some women not shy abt exposing their assets to others. By 'others', I mean ME!
I cannot...... I'm so perturbed by what I saw.
The story is like this. One mother asked to borrow a room to braestfeed her child. I offered her mine. She asked not to be left alone, and so I reluctantly stayed. I closed the door, and as I turned around, there it was...
Whoa... I quickly turned to avoid being caught jaw agape. No, I not chee ko pek okay.. I was shocked
breastbreathless.
I chose to sit behind her while maintaining a conversation.
In my mind:
Why is she so open?
Will I get tembel?
Why is dat...
No, don't look down!
Eye contact!
Maintain.. eye.. contact
Eh baby tersedak..
Eh tengok maknye..
Tengok atas..
Tengok cermin...
Ah... need facial
Ok done!
Close shop oredi.
Ok meh kluar.
That was AWKWARD siol.. Ah kan dah kluar perkataan tu.
I don't know abt others lah, but I cannot... I'm too embarassed to breastfeed when there're ppl around. Even though there's a room, sound-proofed, visual-proofed.. even if it's in my own house. I'll just go formula, thanks.
Am I depriving my babe of the best milk in the world?
I think not.
They're babies who go full-formula and their development is amazing, I tell ya.
So don't judge me, or my breasts.
I just hope I don't get to see another nipple again.
Well, other my hubby's.
Or Daanish's.
Or Marsya's.
Ok enough.
No more.
Pooped @ 12:00 PM
