#havebabywilltravel – Our motto for our recent trip, but like any mother, I worried about feeding my baby and perceptions around breastfeeding my child while traveling. We hear the horror stories of people verbally abused for breastfeeding a child in public. The last thing I wanted was someone shouting aggressively in Italian that I was doing something I shouldn’t. Or spending 9 hours on a plane with a passenger who was thoroughly disgusted I was feeding my child #normalisebreastfeeding
Guess what – my stress and anxiety about feeding my child, not worth it. That’s right. It was NO BIG DEAL! Nobody ever said anything to me. Nobody ever looked at me funny. Nobody ever did anything. Serious.
If Walter was hungry, I fed him. Didn’t matter where I was.
When we were waiting in line at the Vatican Museum, Walter was hungry. I pulled him out of the stroller and fed him standing up (I fed him as we walked to the front of the line to skip the line and use the accessibility line up). I fed him as I walked thru the security screener.
I breastfed him in the Sistine Chapel. I found a seat, and enjoyed the beauty of my child in one of the most beautiful Chapels I’ve ever seen. This was a beautiful moment. Do it. The Pope said feed the babies!
I breastfed him on the train. I breastfed him on the plane. I breastfed him on a bench. I breastfed him in cafe’s and restaurants. I breastfed him in the coliseum. I breastfed him on the streets of Pompeii. I breastfed him at the statue of David. I breastfed him at the top of St. Peter’s Basilica. The list goes on, why? Because, it’s seriously no big deal.
If you’ve come to this blog because you are taking your breastfed baby to Italy or Europe or wherever, rest at ease. You’ve got this mama. Feed your child.
I got in trouble once.
Walter was hungry. I really wanted to sit down. We walked around the block. We found a curb. I sat down and fed him. Then some military man came outside. Apparently you can’t sit on military curbs in Rome. Any other curb, but not that one.
Its rare to see children in Italy. Like serious. I rarely saw babies. But I did once see another mother breastfeeding the most freshest of looking newborns. It was beautiful and empowered me to keep doing what I was doing. #normalisebreastfeeding
Couldn’t be easier.
Seriously. If you have a breastfed baby, travel is a breeze. I never worried about how I was going to feed Walter. I popped out a boob and fed him. This is a golden time when they are so incredibly easy to keep fed and happy. If you’re considering traveling with your breastfed infant, do it. It’s easy.