Formula-Feeding is Gross, You Should Be Ashamed

I need to vent for a moment. Bear with me, this is going to be quite long.

Today was such a beautiful day. There was an event going on in our hometown, so we spent most of the morning there before my fiance left for work. People from all over the city came to celebrate, watch a parade, eat greasy carnival food, and participate in some fun activities. It was really the perfect day for it.

And, of course, there had to be someone to ruin it.

Here we were, minding our own business, when I glance over and notice that there is a mother standing next to me, feeding her child. She’s got the baby held tightly against her chest, and there was the bottle, pressed into the child’s mouth. He happily sucked away, blissfully unaware that nearby, I was judging his mother for her choice to formula-feed her child. It’s just so unnatural, I should not have to be subjected to seeing that in public. No one should. That mother should have done the decent thing and gone somewhere she wouldn’t bother anyone, because no one wants to watch a child eat like that. Use a blanket, find a bathroom, go to your car, I don’t care, just don’t let me see it.

I am ashamed of you mothers who think that it’s okay to flaunt this kind of thing in public. What are you teaching future generations? That this kind of behavior is acceptable in a public space? It’s mind-boggling that you could only think of yourself, and not of those around you. You’re clearly just crying out for attention. I’m tired of seeing moms at the grocery store, at the mall, at the park, on Facebook, anywhere feeding their children with plastic bottles. It’s absolutely disgusting. I support formula-feeding, but I don’t think it needs to be so obvious out in public.

My rant isn’t over yet. If it hasn’t quite sunk in, please re-read the last couple of paragraphs before continuing on with this post.

Truth be told, the above scenario is completely false. It didn’t actually happen. We did go out today, but we didn’t actually see anyone feeding their child, and if we had, you most certainly wouldn’t be hearing about it here because I don’t care how people feed their children. Breast or bottle, it’s not really my business.

People do seem to care an awful lot about how I, and millions of other women, choose to feed my child, though, and it’s rather infuriating. It’s on my Facebook all the time. Just last week, after posting an article about breastfeeding in public, one of my Facebook friends commented about how “gross” it was because she didn’t want to see another woman’s breast, that children who refused to take a bottle were “special needs” (and implied that moms needed to pump before going out), and that women who breastfeed did it to flaunt their breasts. This is, of course, a very simple explanation of the things that she wrote, as her comments were fairly long and dripping with ignorance.

The newest breastfeeding “controversy” that’s been plastered all over my news feed is the story of Karlesha Thurman, the young woman whose friend snapped a photo of her breastfeeding at her college graduation. She posted it to Twitter and got all kinds of backlash for it, instead of receiving congratulations and praise for not only graduating college, but for raising a child while working on her degree – a degree that will benefit her and her child in the long run. This young woman is amazing, any young parent who tackles parenthood while attending college deserves a pat on the back, and no doubt she has worked her butt off to get to where she is today. She doesn’t deserve the criticism that she’s received as a result of that photo.

We, as a society, have been brainwashed. Why does the United States have such a problem with breastfeeding? Because, as we have been taught for so many years, that the female form existed simply for the pleasure of men, that breasts are meant to be ogled, not to provide nourishment to our children. We have been told that if we show our breasts in any way, we’re “skanks” or “whores,” because obviously we’re simply showing them off because we want attention.

When a woman breastfeeds her baby, I can guarantee you that she is not looking for attention. She doesn’t want you ogling her breasts. In fact, that nursing mom probably would prefer that you didn’t even notice she was nursing.  “But she’s not covering up, it’s right there, I can see it,” you say? You have these really useful muscles in your neck and your eyes that allow you to turn your head or avert your gaze. A child should not be inconvenienced and covered with something just because you aren’t capable of controlling what you look at.

Another thing that people against breastfeeding often say: “She should move somewhere else, where other people don’t have to see it.” You mean to tell me that the child, who has just begun giving cues that he or she is hungry, is going to have to wait five, ten, fifteen minutes (or more) for Mom to find an “appropriate” spot to nurse? Meanwhile, baby is getting more hungry by the second. Suddenly, the child is screaming and inconsolable because he or she didn’t get that milk right away. Doesn’t that seem a little mean?

Of course, there’s always this statement, too: “She’s just doing it for attention, stop flaunting those breasts.” Actually, she’s just doing it because her child wants to nurse. It has nothing to do with you whatsoever. If she were flaunting, she’d probably take her whole top off, stand up on a table, and yell out to everyone in the area, Look at my breasts! Instead, here she is with her child latched onto her nipple, which isn’t even visible when child is feeding, and as soon as she’s done, everything gets put back into place. There’s no flaunting anything here.

And there’s this one: “Why can’t moms just pump and feed from a bottle?” Well, we can, and many moms often do, but not everyone can afford a good pump and not everyone has the time or the energy to devote to pumping. Even if you can afford a good pump, you have to constantly clean all the parts in between pumps, and you have to drag that thing everywhere you go. Pumps also usually don’t pull enough milk from the breasts, so if you’re pumping frequently, you have to fight to keep up your milk supply. It’s a huge inconvenience to pump just so a mom can try to make everyone around her feel comfortable while she feeds her baby.

Finally, this argument is my favorite: “Breasts are sexual, they should stay in the bedroom.” So you’re telling me, that because some people like to play with their partners’ breasts, that means they’re used strictly for sexual purposes? Hands and mouths are used sometimes for the same reason, but you don’t see everyone walking around with gloves and face masks for fear of offending someone. Breasts produce milk, they’re not inherently sexual. They provide nourishment to children all over the world, and in many places, breasts are seen as no big deal. They’re just a part of the human body.

In the end, it doesn’t matter how you choose to feed your baby. Do what’s right for you and your family. Formula is a wonderful thing for mothers who either can’t breastfeed or simply don’t want to for whatever reason, and no one should ever make you feel ashamed for using it. Breastfeeding is also a wonderful, natural way to feed your child, and no one should ever make you feel ashamed for nursing in a way that makes you and your child comfortable. Do you prefer to use a cover or find a place away from the people around you when you breastfeed? There’s nothing wrong with that, but there is something wrong with judging women who choose to not do those things.

If you’re someone who judges women in any capacity for how they choose to feed their children, whether by formula or breastfeeding, you should be ashamed of yourself.

One and Done (But Probably Not)

On days like this, I wonder, do I really want to have more children?

We’re not in any hurry to have another baby, but I never imagined I’d be the mom of an only child. I remember, when Boo was still a newborn, I thought I wanted another one immediately. I’ve always heard that it’s best to give your body at least a year to recover from having a baby, and once Boo turned a year old, I thought I’d want to convince my boyfriend at the time (now, my fiance) that we needed to have another child right away. I wanted my kids close in age. I wanted to give my daughter the thing I always wanted growing up: a sibling that she could be close to as she got older.

Then we hit the year mark, and I realized I didn’t want another baby after all. Not yet anyway. I mean, I did, but not anytime in the near future. I thought we’d revisit the topic again later this year, around our wedding date, but we’re just over three months out from that and really, I can’t imagine having another baby anytime soon. The thought is a little bit terrifying, if I’m being completely honest.

It’s not that I don’t enjoy being a mom, because I do. It’s the hardest job I’ve ever had, but it’s also the most rewarding. I love my daughter more than anything in the world, but the thought of going through that first year again kind of makes me want to cry. Having a newborn is so hard.

Having a toddler is no walk in the park, either. My sleep schedule is all screwed up because after putting R to bed, instead of going to bed myself and attempting to get a nice, long rest, I get back up to have some time to myself or spend time with my fiance. Inevitably, I end up being awake far too late, which was the case last night, and as luck would have it, my daughter likes to wake me up early on those mornings when I haven’t gone to bed early. She also isn’t sleeping through the night yet. I feel like a zombie most days, I’m lucky if I’m able to get through the day without falling asleep – which, lately, isn’t often. The lack of sleep is the worst part about this whole parenting thing, really. I’m just so tired.

Doing this all this over again? I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready for that. The sleepless nights, the breastfeeding struggles, the colic, the tantrums, the complete meltdowns, the battles over everything – would I do it a second time? Well, I could, and I probably will one day, but I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready for that day to come. I suppose it’ll likely happen once I forget how exhausting these first couple years actually are.

And maybe after I’ve caught up on several months’ worth of sleep.

I don’t know how parents of more than one child do it. You all deserve awards for everything you do.

Take Your Opinion Elsewhere

Ladies and gentlemen, I have an announcement to make. It’s a big one! Are you ready for it? Make sure you’re sitting down. Okay. Here it is:

I don’t care about your opinion when it comes to my parenting.

Not even a little bit, not anymore. I remember when Boo was younger, I used to constantly compare myself to other parents and I was always wondering which way was the “right” way to do things, because I always wanted to make sure I was on the “right” side of each parenting issue. Really, though, the mommy wars get exhausting after a while, and they’re not even worth participating in. Nobody benefits. (If you don’t know what “the mommy wars” are, post an article on one of your social media accounts about breastfeeding in public or cry it out or the benefits of cloth diapering and watch what happens. It’s kind of like chumming the water when you’re looking for sharks.)

I’m so tired of the unsolicited advice. My daughter is almost a year and a half old now, I’m pretty sure that if I haven’t gotten the hang of things yet, I probably never will.

Yes, I am still breastfeeding my toddler; no, she doesn’t really eat much food, and really, you have no reason to be concerned about that. Did you get a medical degree overnight that entitles you to an opinion on her eating habits? We’ve already talked to the pediatrician about it and there’s nothing to be concerned with.

Yes, we do let her sleep in our bed; no, she won’t be sleeping with us when she’s sixteen, I’m pretty confident of that. What teenager sleeps with their parents? Come on, that’s just ridiculous. She’s not even two yet. We’ll transition her when she’s ready, which will likely be soon. She’ll get there. Don’t you worry about us.

Yes, we do tend to her needs right away; no, she’s not going to be raised to be an entitled brat. You see, we’ve always gotten better results when we’ve tended to her needs fairly quickly, and even now as a toddler, when she absolutely needs something, we don’t keep it from her. That doesn’t mean that every time she cries for my phone or the television that she gets what she wants. It does mean that when she wants to be held, we hold her; when she wants a snack, we give it to her right away; and when she wants to play, yes, I stop what I’m doing and I play with her.

For those who have mentioned sleep training to me in the past, we don’t do that either. She still nurses to sleep, that’s what works for us. We’ll stop doing it either when she’s ready or when I get sick of doing it. And, no, we have not and will never use the cry it out method if we ever do decide to sleep train. It’s not something I’m comfortable with.

I could go on and on about the choices we’ve made for her. Some of them are unpopular in many of the social circles I’m a part of, and that’s okay. Not everyone can agree on everything, that’s what makes life interesting, but unless I specifically ask you for advice, keep it to yourself. You might as well talk to a brick wall, because I genuinely don’t care about the opinion you have on how we choose to parent. You shouldn’t care about how other people view your parenting style, either. Is your child fed, loved, happy, and healthy? Good, mine too, let’s talk about something else now.