The Incompetent Housewife: Nursing mother harrassed at Arizona Pizza

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Nursing mother harrassed at Arizona Pizza

As long as this keeps happening, I'll keep writing letters.

Dear [Arizona Pizza management listed here],

I read an article about an incident at Arizona Pizza at http://www.winknews.com/younews/19634434.html (summary pasted below) that disappointed me a great deal. I’m writing to ask you to clarify your policies and train your staff on the laws protecting babies’ rights to breastfeed in public. I also respectfully request that you offer a sincere and personal apology to Nicole Newland and her child.

I understand that your server harassed Ms. Newland as she fed her baby in your restaurant. Please tell me this was an unfortunate case of a single, poorly trained worker and not reflective of your company’s policies.

I look forward to your response.

Thanks for your time,
Sue [last name]
Breastfeeding mother

Told to stop breastfeeding at Arizona Pizza
Posted on: Jun 7, 2008 at 9:45 PM EDT
"Tonight my sister, her boyfriend, my three month old daughter Catalina, and I all went out to dinner at a local restaurant, Arizona Pizza in Fort Myers (off of Winkler). Catalina got hungry and so I discreetly began to nurse her. Within moments, a server, Irene, came over to me and asked me to stop nursing or cover up, and then she TRIED TO COVER MY BABY WITH A NAPKIN!! I told her several times, as politely as possible that I would not do either of those things as Florida law didn't require me too and in fact protected my right to breastfeed in public. She tried to cover Catalina a few more times and then asked me to nurse facing the wall, which I also refused to do. Afterwards, she went behind the bar and began pointing at me and getting all of the wait staff to turn and stare at us."

2 comments:

Rachel said...: As a Breastfeeding mother of two...I say "Thank you" for standing up for all of the breastfeeding mothers out their that have, one time or another been embarressed to feed their child in public. I have breatfed in a public restroom (in the stall) in my car....Why does society make us feel like we have to hide? Anyways Thanks.; June 10, 2008 at 7:44 AM
Anonymous said...: Thank you for your efforts! I enjoy reading your blog and just wanted to stop in and say hi!; June 11, 2008 at 5:50 PM

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