I'm not a great fan of the whole going back to work when your baby is tiny (I don't think it's great for the baby, but I think it terribly hard for the mum), but in Jackie O's case her husband is home full-time and she doesn't work a full day - just the morning shift (just, I say, after being up during the night with a small baby - wow!).
However, what it did make me think of was the time that I answered the front door while breastfeeding my number 3 child. I must been in such a crazy head space that I didn't even notice that I was feeding her. Poor delivery man - I don't even remember feeling worried about it! I also remember half feeding her, getting interrupted (usually by the tantruming almost 2yo) and then forgetting to finish the feed - only to find myself with a whingey baby half an hour later. I've fed babies in all kinds of random places - school playground, the car, a park on the side of the road - it's an endless list.
So I totally get why Jackie O was doing what she was doing. You've just got to do the best you can. Maybe it wasn't the most perfect thing to be doing - but hey, she's only had the baby for 3 months - and it takes time to work it all out. I remember getting in trouble from the early childhood clinic nurse when my oldest child was three weeks old - she saw us crossing the road with him - and, wait for it, he wasn't wearing a hat. Until then I thought I was doing OK. Well, it's rare as a new (or even an old) mum to feel like you're going OK - there's always something in the media or a 'helpful' comment by a well-meaning person that keeps reminding you that it's quite possible that you're not getting it 'right'.
Have a baby - let the running commentary on your life begin.