to commemorate World Breastfeeding Week 2013
Traveling with a baby can be stressful. Routines are disrupted and environments are unfamiliar. We recently spend two weeks in Montana, a trip that involved a long plane ride as well as a nine-hour drive each way. This past weekend, we visited Nik’s brother and his family in northern Virginia. Both trips, Mark nursed voraciously and frequently. He nursed when he was tired. He nursed when he was sad. Of course, he also nursed when he was hungry! 🙂
I was grateful for the ease of nursing, for the instant availability of human milk, for the comfort and familiarity I could give to him.
We nursed in all kinds of situations, in all kinds of locations, in close quarters with strangers in an airplane row, and outdoors.
I’m so glad I have the privilege of nursing Mark (and Ellie too). I can’t imagine traveling with a baby without being able to nurse! As I said in 2011, nursing allowed both of us (this time Mark and me!) to feel comforted, connected, safe, and at home, regardless of where we were.
Even in a park while his big sister played.