Anyway. Henry was done. Done nursing. Done with OMSI. Done being awake. So burp, burp, burp. I rally Quinn, and out we step, still smiling from the feeling of cool sand between my toes and having a quiet minute with my two boys.
"That is DISGUSTING. You should have a blanket over yourself. You are offending me and with all these children around!! That is DISGUSTING!"
Whaaaa?? I'm sorry, what? Seriously? I looked around to see if she was, in fact, talking to me.
"That is OFFENSIVE! You should be covering yourself - with all these children around!! THAT'S DISGUSTING!"
Much too calmly, I said, "I'm sorry you're offended. Did you not breastfeed your children?"
Really irate, now... "I'm a GRANDMOTHER!!!"
"Then you must have had children. Did you not breastfeed them?"
Fortunately, in good Portland fashion, four individual women donned their breastfeeding superhero capes and jumped to my defense; one seemed even more shocked and offended than I was, while the other three said they breastfed their children, too - in church, on planes, at restaurants, and shut the woman down. The one more offended than I said something to the effect of, "This is most natural and beautiful thing a woman can give her child! YOU are disgusting!"
I am still a little shocked; I've never had anyone comment so negatively about breastfeeding in public. It wasn't like I was offering my boob to other kids or anything. And none of the three beans have liked having a blanket over their heads when nursing. I wouldn't want a blanket over my head at dinner, either.
Anyway - if you're breastfeeding in Portland, watch out for a middle-aged meaney pants wearing acid washed mom jeans yelling DISGUSTING! DISGUSTING! DISGUSTING! (I think she's friends with Dora). If you run into her, I'll grab my cape and come to your rescue.
PS - Sending good vibes to the four breastfeeding superheroes at OMSI today. Thank you.