Continuing on from where I left off with my story of nursing my firstborn in church: It so happened that our church at the time, remodeling their building, completed a nursing/mothers’/cry room about the same time as my first was born. It also happened that, in addition to a complicated recovery from childbirth, I had a very challenging time establishing a nursing relationship with my baby. Far from cozily nursing a cherubic baby in the pew as I’d expected, my early weeks and months back to church meant skipping a needed pumping session and worrying about supply as we were triple feeding; struggling with fiddly layers of nursing tops that gave me clogged ducts; and generally spending the better part of the service alone with my baby in the cry room.
Love that you point out the separation of intellectual/auditory vs. embodied experiences of worship. I've appreciated cry rooms in the past (mostly for myself) but that's one thing that really got to me - not participating with my body, in the sanctuary, in the other acts of worship besides listening.
Love that you point out the separation of intellectual/auditory vs. embodied experiences of worship. I've appreciated cry rooms in the past (mostly for myself) but that's one thing that really got to me - not participating with my body, in the sanctuary, in the other acts of worship besides listening.