Dear Hooter Hider,
I just want to say thanks for your selfless service this last year. It was one year ago that I walked into Baby Bliss and saw you sitting there on a shelf. I looked past the polka dot, Hawaiian print, and white eyelet nursing covers and found you. When I saw your label I laughed and knew I must take you home with me.
We became fast friends. Remember that first night in the hospital when I was trying to figure out the whole breastfeeding thing, meanwhile there were some wonderful friends stopping by to meet Baby? That was my first experience with you.
From then on you were my constant companion anytime I left the house with Jackson. And when we were home you waited patiently on the back of the glider, giving me joy with your brown, blue, pink, and yellow pattern. You are altogether lovely. I loved you so much that I wanted all my friends to have one just like you. I gave away lots of different ones, but none compared to you.
You and I have been through some crazy stuff together, Hooter Hider. Remember when I was in the house party for my friend's wedding and I needed to be away from 7-week-old Jackson for 7 hours? You protected my dignity when I had to do my thing in the bride's room. I thought I was safe since the bridal party was taking pictures, but in walked a group of men, women, and children. Thank you, HH, for watching my back, er, well...you kept me from curling up in a ball and crying my eyes out.
Hooter Hider, one of the silliest things I will always remember about you is how, when Jackson got older, he would reach his arm up through the opening that allowed me to see him, and wave his hand all around. It must have looked really funny. Sometimes he would grab my hair or my nose or jam his fingers into my mouth. And I would sit there and take it and pretend that it's normal to have someone's hand clutching your nose.
Anyway, Hooter Hider, I just wanted to say thanks. Jackson seems to like his whole milk, so you are hereby relieved of your duties as a nursing cover. If I were a queen I would knight you. But, honorable Hooter Hider, life is not a fairy tale and I am not a queen. So today you have become instead...my son's cape.
Mommy does know that having something around my neck is a choking hazard and of course I won't really be using this as a cape.