Stacie posts a rant about Applebee’s stocking up blankets for mothers to nurse their babies. How helpful. How handy. How utterly ridiculous.

(I almost wanted to type “udderly” there)

When Matthew was first born, the first place we ever nursed in was a loud, loud restaurant - Cafe Iberico. Amidst the rounds of tapas we ordered, I balanced a hungry baby, put him to breast, and nursed him. I was so self-conscious, I put his Winnie the Pooh blanket over my shoulder and arm, and created a shield. This only served to make me more self-conscious, and it was hard to see my son’s face as he was being covered up to eat. Ever since then, I’ve gotten a lot more confident in my nursing skills, Matthew’s become a lot more efficient, and I was (and still am) in a location then and now where I can nurse confidently and no one bats an eye. Why?

Because there’s nothing more natural and normal in this world than a mother nursing her young.

Also, Applebee’s sucks, for more than that reason. I hope that mom goes to better restaurants when she heads out next!