You are standing in a queue to pay for something in a shop when your baby wakes and starts to cry to be fed. OK, we won’t make it home before this escalates, you think to yourself. The nearest place to sit down and breastfeed baby is the local McDonalds. You can even get a decent cup of tea in the McCafe part. OK, so that’s the new plan.
But the queue moves slowly. In an attempt to soothe the baby, you rock the pram gently and say to him in your best talking-to-a-crying-baby voice “Shush now. We’ll be at McDonalds in a minute and I’ll feed you there”. Then you realise then everyone else in the queue for the till thinks you are taking your six month old child to McDonalds for his lunch. You feel like shouting at them all “I MEAN BREASTFEDING!” but you don’t do it. You just pay up and rush away and try not to imagine all the conversations that will be had later in the day when they all get home.