It’s the refrain of teenage boys everywhere. But yesterday I had reason to think “Yay for boobs!” I was driving with my 4.5 month old baby girl. It should have been a quick 15 minute journey. But a crash a few miles ahead of us on the road meant that we got caught in a huge tailback.
The traffic crawled along for 15 minutes during which time the baby got antsy. Not surprising because she hates being in the car at the best of times. I decided to pull in and wait out the traffic jam.
Another 15 minutes passed and she started acting hungry, and at that moment I was so grateful that our breastfeeding journey worked out so well this time around. I sat there and fed her, not having to worry about how much milk I had, or the temperature or the sterility of bottles or any of the rest of it.
It was another 40 or 50 minutes before the traffic started moving again. And by the time we got home, she was asleep in her cat seat. Well fed and content. Like I said “Yay for boobs!“