{"id":1509,"date":"2006-06-19T11:46:00","date_gmt":"2006-06-19T18:46:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/2006\/06\/19\/you-can-breastfeed-anywhere\/"},"modified":"2006-06-19T11:46:00","modified_gmt":"2006-06-19T18:46:00","slug":"you-can-breastfeed-anywhere","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/2006\/06\/19\/you-can-breastfeed-anywhere\/","title":{"rendered":"You can breastfeed anywhere!"},"content":{"rendered":"

When I walked into the pediatrician’s office this morning with a hungry Kate, I was reminded that it’s sports camp season. The office was filled with 16 year old boys and their dads, waiting for check-ups to okay them for athletics. Usually, the office is filled with babies. And although I’ve never seen a mother in that office nurse, or reject the formula containers provided during visits, I’ve never hestitated to nurse there. Today was no different, despite being surrounded by a pack of awkward looking teenagers and middle aged men. I figure it was a good educational experience. Perhaps the office should post this poem<\/a> on the wall:<\/p>\n

You Can Breastfeed Anywhere!<\/span><\/p>\n

You may breastfeed in a store,
on the floor,
in a roar.
You may breastfeed in a jam,
eating fried green eggs and ham.
You may breastfeed on the stair.
You may breastfeed anywhere!<\/p>\n

Your baby can latch on in a swing,
on the wing,
in a ring.
He can latch on in a car,
where you are,
at the barre.
She can latch on in a storm,
on the farm:
that’s her charm.
She can latch on in a train,
on a plane,
without pain.
They can latch on to a rhyme.
They can latch on any time.<\/p>\n

You can nurse Jane or Joe.
You can nurse Clyde or Moe.
you can nurse Betty or Sallie.
you can nurse at a political rally.
You can nurse any time, anywhere.
You can nurse clothed or bare.
You can nurse unshaved of hair.
You can nurse Tim, Tony or Tom.
Who can nurse? Any mom!
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When I walked into the pediatrician’s office this morning with a hungry Kate, I was reminded that it’s sports camp season. The office was filled with 16 year old boys and their dads, waiting for check-ups to okay them for athletics. Usually, the office is filled with babies. And although I’ve never seen a mother […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1509"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1509"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1509\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1509"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1509"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1509"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}