Roberts Stadium in Evansville, IN had curtains hung around to make a "mother's room" Absolutely no real privacy as everyone in attendance was constantly traipsing past. Plus, no sink available to wash up and nothing but plain metal folding chairs. Miserable.
Breastfeeding in Bathrooms...
Ha ha ha ! I'm enjoying this thread. Not bc you awsome mothers suffered but bc it emphasises the cult think of the WTBT$. The comment about reminding nursing mothers this is no time to be having children is what my mother dealt with 61 years ago. I, in turn, heard it all through the 70's.
When i finally had my babies in the early 80's mI y experience was different. First, I never had to attend a dc with a nursing baby due to the time they were born and weaned. (late preg. one year, weaned the next) Both born the same month.
Second, the circuit assemblys had a nursing room. If they hadn't i would have nursed from my seat or the car depending on the weather.
The biggest difference it seems is at the meetings. My cong. at the time was very liberal. Many were popping out babies after the 75 debacle. I found myself nursing with at least 4 or more moms at at time. It was a real gabfest. More like a nursury school than a cult meeting. Those that played it right hardly heard a word of the meeting and therefore became even less indoctrinated. I'm sure tales of this enjoyable association eventually got back to Brooklyn. They put a screeching halt to it.
It's amazing how they treat people, especially mothers to be and nursing mums or any parents with small children.
I'm not sure which is more amazing: that he would tell a third-trimester pregant woman she couldn't sit in a chair or ride the elevator, or that he lived to tell about it. Just speculating, I doubt the hall monitor you encountered was married--husbands learn quickly to not do such things, or they won't be a husband for long!
I found myself nursing with at least 4 or more moms at at time. It was a real gabfest. More like a nursury school than a cult meeting.......... I'm sure tales of this enjoyable association eventually got back to Brooklyn. They put a screeching halt to it.
LOLOLOL That was my experience, too. Our hall had a separate nursing room, off the bathroom. I don't think they build them like that any more.
We mostly just gabbed and let the babies play on the floor, turned the sound off or down real low from the main hall.
I wouldn't be surprised if Brooklyn found out about it going on and ix-nayed any other "mother's rooms" for future hall builds.
I've heard that at the local district convention the brothers have kindly allowed the nursing mothers to use the jail cells usually reserved for match day trouble makers. That says it all really. There's no way I'm feeding my baby in there.I breastfed my baby in my seat throughout the last circuit assembly, just daring anyone to say something. He was having a growth spurt and feeding constantly and I wasn't going to make him wait while I traipsed to the mothers and babies room every hour. I have to go to the dreaded district convention in a few weeks and will be doing the same. It's getting harder to breastfeed in public now that baby is a little older because he's easily distracted and will unlatch and take a look around without any notice. I try my best to be discreet but I imagine a few people will get an eyeful if they're staring. Not much I can do about that. Maybe my family will be embarrassed enough to let me stay home the rest of the weekend.
Rebel8: If my mom were still allive, she would most certainly agree with your last sentence. Even though she died as a Witness in the early 80s, she had some COMMON SENSE regarding babies and attending assemblies/conentions. In her opinion, large assemblies and conventions were no place to bring new-born babies, even babies that were less than one year old. Their time for going to assemblies could WAIT until later, like about 3, maybe 4 years old.
I loved to watch our little ones nurse when they were really going for it. They would make that gulping sound and little beads of sweat would appear. Roll their eyes around and reach up and grab momma's nose. If something distracted them they would unlatch and check it out with a trickle of milk on their chin. Too precious!