I survived my date with my internet mom friend. It went so well I think we'll even be seeing each other again, probably for a walk later this week.
What didn't survive was my dignity. Sometimes coffee dates with new friends go well enough that you need to feed your baby while at them. We were thankfully sitting in a corner booth, and I had my back to the whole restaurant, but Parker was ready to eat off the side that was facing the room.
We've been having some latching issues lately so, while Parker's still getting enough to eat, it's a messier and more awkward process than it used to be. Naturally the side that was ready to feed was the one that we have the biggest challenges with.
I've learned something about myself recently and that's that while I'm a pretty modest person (as much as I can be with mom boobs), nursing covers just don't work for me. It takes longer, it gets messier, and Parker gets more frustrated. What does that leave? A mom with the serious nervous sweats, a hungry baby, and a feeding mechanism that is just more efficient when out for the whole world to see.
So while I survived my first foray into internet dating, my shame and dignity certainly did not. They say you never forget your first time, and I'm certainly not about to forget the first time I saw a nipple in Tim Hortons. Especially since it was my own.