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As I've mentioned, neither Felix nor I has any talent for breastfeeding in public. But recently, a friend whose dainty baby eats out all the time without humiliating her mother turned me on to something that has actually helped me deal with this stumbling block of mine. While I'll never be able to feed Felix with great elegance and panache, at least I won't be red-faced and threatening to give unsuspecting pedestrians an unfortunate show.
There are no doubt innumerable breast feeding covers out there, but the one I was introduced to is the- please bear with me- Bebe au lait. I appreciate the difficulty of coming up with baby product names. It is hard to convey a delicate purpose without sounding clinical or nauseatingly cute, and I have to give the Bebe au lait people credit for knowing when they started down a dark path. This device, you see, was originally called the Hooter Hider. Frankly, any product that refers to breasts as "hooters" really can't be interested in minimizing them, or the attentions paid them. While Bebe au lait isn't a particularly descriptive moniker, at least one doesn't cringe while saying it.
Anyway, this thing is apron-esque, one just flips the neck strap over one's head, drapes the fabric over the kid and lets the baby have at it. The device has a sort of underwire devise at the top so one can look down at the nursing child and make sure nothing untoward is happening. It even has a hidden burp cloth for those of us who always run out without one.
I get a lot of use out of this thing. Just last night Felix wiggled beneath it while letting me consume my own spicy Sichuan dinner. Somehow, in his flailings, he managed to anoint himself with spicy sauces and give me something of the aspect of John Hurt in his final scene from Alien, but I'd rather the threatened horrorshow than the actual peep show.
posted by Elise at 10:38 AM
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wow, I thought you were kidding about it being called a hooter hider until I went to their website! But a good idea nonetheless. Thanks!
8/09/2005 8:09 AM
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