The photo above was taken on Christmas morning on the cardiac ward. It was Jessica’s first Christmas and she had been transferred to the ward from the paediatric intensive care unit (PICU) the day before after having spent 10 days on PICU recovering from open heart surgery. The ward was beautifully decorated, the nurses had donned reindeer antlers and Santa hats, there was a stocking by every child’s cot or bed containing not just a present for the child on the ward, but a little something for their family too. Jessica had just treated me to her first smile following the heart surgery (which was the best Christmas present ever as far as I was concerned) and had gone back to sleep whilst I sat and expressed some milk for the local milk bank.
I could sense the excitement as Father Christmas entered the ward to visit all the children in person. As he made his way towards Jessica’s cot, I put the pump down, jumped up to grab my camera ready to record this moment for Jessica’s blog – being visited by Father Christmas on her very first Christmas morning.
“Look, Jessica, it’s Father Christmas!” I exclaimed joyfully – although Jessica remained fast asleep and totally oblivious to this momentous occasion. As Father Christmas leaned over her cot, I took a couple of photos.
“Merry Christmas!” I said, as Father Christmas hurried away from the cot, mumbling festive greetings in return.
I put down the camera, headed back to my chair to start expressing again – and promptly realised that my top was still pulled down and my right breast was hanging out in all its glory. No wonder Father Christmas had looked so uncomfortable!
Yes, I flashed Santa! Any other breastfeeding mamas had any similar experiences of unintentional flashing?