“Unbelievable.”
I looked up and saw a woman several yards away with her phone pointed straight at me.
I adjusted the blanket around Oliver and kept my voice low.
Recording.
She walked closer brazenly.
“So this is acceptable now? It is disgusting!” she said, loud enough for nearby families to hear. “People just breastfeed wherever they feel like it?”
I adjusted the blanket around Oliver and kept my voice low.
“I am covered,” I said. “I am just feeding my baby.”
“Oh, please. There are children and men here.”
She laughed.
“Oh, please. There are children and men here. If you need to do that, at least have the decency to use a restroom.”
She did not stop there.
Instead, she came closer.
Close enough to film.
She tilted the phone, trying to catch a better angle beneath the edge of the umbrella. I turned my shoulder and pulled the blanket higher over Oliver’s head.
