Texas mom breastfeeds newborn son at a restaurant

Felicity Smith July 20, 2025

In 2018, Melanie Dudley, a Texas native and new mom, faced criticism when breastfeeding her three-month-old son at a restaurant. A man at a nearby table asked her to cover up, to which Melanie responded with a twist that garnered laughter from onlookers.

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Amid 86-degree heat, Melanie began breastfeeding her baby discreetly, but the man’s discomfort led her to respond uniquely. She covered her own head with the nursing cover, leaving the restaurant amused.

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