Here is a portion of an email I sent to a fellow cleft palate/Pierre Robin/breast milk pumping Moomy (I meant to type mommy, but "moo"my works LOL)...
I have avoided "mommy and me" groups so far. I hate it when women peer into his carrier to see him and then they look up at me with this concerned "what's with the tube hanging out his nose" look. I used to always smile and want to show him off. Now I just look the other way if I see someone peering in at him so that I don't have to deal with "the look". I have been thinking a mommy and me group might be nice to get out of the house though. We went to dinner at a Mexican place last night with a group of friends. I hate how people ask what's wrong and when you begin to tell them, they almost jump in the middle of your sentence and say "surgery will fix that right?". They don't want to know how hard it is - surgery isn't for another 10 months for God Sakes!
Eric said to me when we got home that he was jealous as he watched his friend feeding his daughter. He didn't have to stare intently at the nipple and sqeeze in sinc with sucks and watch for breathing and - well you know - all that. He just held her and put the bottle in her mouth and looked the other way while he talked - so effortlessly.