Disclosure; This is not a sponsored post, it is based on my personal experience at the park.
My family looked forward to vacationing in Virginia for months. Living in a much chillier Northern state, dreaming of warm weather, sand and of course our planned trip to Busch Gardens Williamsburg VA was really exciting. With my husband and I, our 3 small children, Grandma and Pop, my brother and SIL and their 3 small children we certainly had a full crew and an exciting trip ahead.
My children are huge Sesame Street fans! The park’s Sesame Street themed section was our main reason for choosing this location. This trip was not only designed to be fun for everyone, but with an upcoming surgery for my 2 year old showing him a fun filled summer was at the top of our priority list. We were excited to visit Bush Gardens Williamsburg VA an see all the Sesame Street rides, characters and attractions and make happy memories.
As a breastfeeding Mom to two babies, my 5 month old and 2 year old, I didn’t worry about finding a location to breastfeed at Busch Gardens because it was designed for small children. Obviously they would have nursing Moms and families in mind, right?! Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.
When it came time to nurse my baby and toddler, I was beyond thrilled to learn that the park had a Nursing room. We could get out of the sun, change diapers, breastfeed and get everyone back to the park as soon as possible. I left my family group and took my two youngest children over to the nursing room (you can see the door next to the garbage can in the photo here). The nursing room is next to the Women’s and Men’s bathrooms.
As I approached the door, a 40-ish man exited with two small children and in a very rude voice said “You can’t go in there, my Mother-in-law is changing into her swimsuit.” I looked at him and said “I have to breastfeed my babies, that’s the nursing room.” As I continued walking he yelled at me three more times. I figured it was a large room and checked the door…locked.
As I looked around I could see that there were no tables available, no benches or employees…and a long standing line of unhappy Moms with babies waiting. Wishing I had my husband with me…because I know this rude strange Man would have never yelled at me with him by my side…I tried to call his phone and unfortunately he didn’t answer. So I waited. Finally…the door opened and out came an older woman, maybe in her 60’s with white hair wearing a black and white bathing suit and black shorts. At this point I was standing and holding my baby nursing him. She looked at us blankly, at my breast and my nursing baby. No apology. Yes lady, you may possibly be the rudest person in the world. Oh wait, no, that’s your son-in-law. I didn’t say anything to her.
A new Mom with a screaming baby came rushing up behind me and asked for help into the room. As I opened the door for her, still nursing my baby, I could see that it wasn’t much bigger then a large closet with 1 nursing chair, a changing station hooked to the wall and dim lighting. She looked at my nursing baby. I smiled and said “don’t worry, by the time you get to baby 3 nursing in public is second nature.” I helped her get her stroller through and closed the door. I knew at this point that I would have to find somewhere else to nurse my children.
I scanned the area and was shocked to see that there were No benches and No tables in sight. I’m certainly not ashamed of nursing in public…I just like to sit on a bench or chair! It’s nice to put your back up against something to breastfeed. Unfortunately at Busch Gardens Williamsburg VA…it would have to be the cement wall surrounding the bathrooms…next to a garbage can.
By the time my husband and my family found us, I was sitting on the ground and already onto nursing my toddler. I changed diapers, nursed my babies and they were happy to have some milk and a fresh diaper. We went back to the water themed portion of Sesame Street park and my boys went right back to having fun. Totally unaware of my struggle and with happy full bellies, we continued the rest of our trip. I contacted Busch Gardens on Facebook (which I now can’t locate) and didn’t get the response I was hoping for. I hope that they took the time to look at their provisions for nursing Moms and children, and have made some major changes. As for the rude man yelling at me for trying to go into the nursing room, I’ll let Karma worry about you.
If you are visiting this park don’t count on the nursing room to be available, or accommodating. My best suggestion would be to nurse in the food area so you can sit down, or on the wall by the water features. If anyone has an issue with it…they shouldn’t be at a kid’s park. I’d recommend taking a blanket to change diapers on, and baby safe sunscreen, patience and definitely keep your spouse or friend close by.
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