When I mursed my first two, now twenty four and twenty one, I used to go into a bathroom stall if I had to. Doing it only at home was not an option, since I was back in school when Rachel was three weeks old, with no childcare, so she came with me.
I now wish i had just said, "The hell with it" and not been so accomodating. Bathrooms are really a pretty disgusting place to feed an infant. The other kids, I got less and less disreet about it (or lazier, maybe), So that Eli, now six, was nursed when she got hungry wherever we happened to be. A much better arrangement all around.
i guess for me the big change was when we went to Europe when Ricky was three months old. I observed women feeding their children everywhere, including on buses, and no one blinked an eyem, so I started doing the same, and since Ricky liked to eat every two hours, it made life, and the trip, so much better. I actually got to enjoy Europe, and not just tour its public restrooms.
I actually do not remember any of my kids breastfeeding their dolls, though, but that may be because Rachel and Eli rarely play with dolls, and Molly, who did and does, was never breastfed.
It isn't at all.
