Nursing in class

Work things in the rucksack on my back, baby in a sling on the front, arms around her, elbows at the ready, we take on the Circle Line at rush hour. She doesn’t bat an eye-lid. I almost wish she’d cry and shout a bit to warn the other passengers of her presence but she’s too happy.

The day goes far better than I could have hoped. Moo sleeps most of the morning and with a few careful clothing alterations and some sling-origami I find myself breast-feeding whilst talking to my trainees and writing on a flip-chart. Talk about multi tasking! Three hours through and someone exclaims “is that a baby!?”

I succeeded, I took Moo to work with me and did as good, if not a better job than if I had gone without her.

Now I’m not suggesting that we all go taking our babies to work, looking after a little one is tough enough. But it can’t hurt to remind people that it’s ok to combine working and being a mother.

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Baby on board

I’m on one of those trains where everyone is wearing a suit and staring intently at their iPads.  Three people have already looked at me, thought better of it and moved to another carriage.  I’m dressed pretty smartly and I’m working on a presentation, but I’m raising suspicion.

Moo is just six months old, young enough to still need regular milk feeds, old enough to be entertained by toys.  Over the next two days I’m delivering some training workshops, sleeping at a colleague’s house, attempting an evening out and negotiating the London Undergound at rush-hour.  I have obviously gone bat-shit insane because I’m doing all this with Moo in a sling.  It’s a lovely sling, a cute Victoria Slinglady wrap, but there’s a baby in it.

Moo wriggles and pushes at the tray-table with her foot so I give up on the lap top and focus on staying comfortable for the journey.