A few weeks ago when we went to our local amusement park, Kennywood, I knew at some point I would need to feed ‘lil Man. For me, the solution was simple…I’d wear a flexible top and tuck him into the Moby Wrap, find somewhere secluded, and get to work.
But, as you know, babies feed when they want to, not when we find it convenient. There we were, smack dab in the middle of the Kiddieland area. My old faithful, the Mother Goose house, had been torn down and replaced with a bathroom/semi-healthy food kiosk.
I had really hoped I could go in the house, find a rocker, and enjoy a memory. Alas, this was no longer an option, so I was just going to feed him right out in the middle under a tree.
By the time I got him wrapped up, he fell asleep:
Two other mamas sat down on either side of us and nursed their nurslings, which was a pretty cool moment–none of us realized that there was still a place to nurse! When we got on the train, I realized that there is a new spot at the back of that replacement building that is for nursing mothers (and a statement on their website, “Our Kiddieland area provides parents with a quiet area to feed and nurse young children. The rest room also includes a diaper changing station.”–helps if you read ahead, huh?). Oh well, we did what we had to do and didn’t get any flack for it–glad society is becoming more accepting day by day!
(Excuse the focus–I realized almost too late that this existed!!!)