Dear Readers,I think I'm in love. It's a feeling I've never quite felt before, and it all started with a chance encounter at a first time-mothers breastfeeding seminar.
I know what you're thinking. I'm neither a first-time mom, nor am I lactating. (You sure are perceptive!) Seriously though, I am a frequent commentor on numerous breast-related blogs. To be fully informed, I often attended such events uninvited, because I don't want to make participants nervous that an expert of my stature is in attendance.
Anyway, as I looked across the room of topless first-time mothers, pretending to be a supportive husband (this is another trick I've picked up), I noticed one particular woman holding her child at an inopportune angle. Frustration was evident in both their faces. Obviously, I couldn't just sit back and watch them struggle. I went to the pair and politely corrected them, guiding the child's mouth to the mother's teet. The look the woman gave me showed that she was deeply moved, and my heart went out to her.
Moments later, I was asked to leave, but it was not before I was able to surreptitiously get her name off the class contact list. The connection I made with that first-time mother seemed real, but would it be overstepping my bounds to call her? I'm stumped.
If you have any suggestions, please let me know. In the meantime, enjoy What It Says About Me.
Sincerely,
Perry Fatone
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