Today, we had a doctor’s appointment for Stella. There were a few other people in the small waiting room, another couple and a woman about my age, with her mother in law. Her mother in law was ultra-helpful and by ultra-helpful, I mean bordering on obnoxious. Visibly uncomfortable with the hands on help, I felt for this Mama, who was just trying nurse the baby – something that usually doesn’t require extra hands.
Her baby was two weeks old, the same age as Stella. Her first, I’m assuming because we’ve seen her at appointments over the course of the past three months, on the same day, and she’s never had mini people tagging along – and also because the nursing cover was my god-send as a first time mom. Now, I’m adept at getting the baby fed without it.
On the topic of breastfeeding two week old babies; I know Stella’s just getting into the nursing groove. Sure, the kid was born latching like a freakin’ suction cup monkey on the back of a car window, but the whole staying on, not falling asleep, and whole position of where to put her hands and arms so they’re not in the way? Well, we’ll get there.
It’s tricky, but not tricky enough to need an extra pair of hands under there. Not tricky enough for a handsy mother-in-law who looked like she was trying to help ‘hold a boob’ under there, while this poor woman seemed visibly uncomfortable.
I kind of side-eyed a little, wondering if I was seeing the hands in the right place, and immediately texted a friend about the crazy that I witnessed. I went back to feeding Stella while Violet played some hat-flipping game beside me, thankful I wasn’t in her
shoes nursing bra.
My mother in law is pretty rad, except for her disdain of kids of cosleep (ha!) and especially because I don’t think she’s ever had her hands that close to my nipples.
Today, in the way of being grateful for something every single day, I’m going to add ‘a non-handsy mother in law’ to our list.