Monthly Archives: August 2009
I’ve had this song in my head for about a week now. Interesting tidbit, there’s a baby being breastfed in this version but a later updated version does away with that and has a bottle-fed baby instead. Still, it’s a lovely song that brings back happy Sesame Street memories for me.
During my pregnancy I was a ridiculously healthy eater. I was a healthy eater prior to pregnancy but I amped it up once I was pregnant. Now, I did have treats and I did occasionally eat stuff that wasn’t that healthy but everyday I made sure I ate fruit, drank water, had protein and my prenatal vitamins. I even made soymilk smoothies with wheat germ…wheat germ, people.
Then I had the baby.
My good eating habits went out the first window I passed. Slam dunk style. The first thing to go was the fact that I was eating regularly. I barely felt like I was getting to sleep or do any type of self-care. Even showers were a luxury. When it’s just you and a newborn and no one else is around to help for hours at a time it’s easy to fall into a pattern of self-neglect. You, the mama, are probably more sore than you’ve ever been before and newborns…well, newborns are needy. As a result, when I did eat, it was whatever was convenient which usually isn’t the most nutritionally sound food available. So began my descent into Micky D’s hell.
Five weeks later I’m finally starting to claw my way out. I’m making sure to drink more water and I’m trying to have fruit daily. I made dinner the other night for the first time in ages and it actually felt good to do it. C, my non-cooking, fast food enabler, was particularly grateful for a home-cooked meal. I’m not all the way back on the wagon but I’m slowly getting there. I remind myself that a malnourished mama means a malnourished baby. I even asked my enabler if he’d be willing to cook dinner sometimes. He surprised me by saying yes but apparently the recipes will be coming from Men’s Health magazine. I’m just glad that boxes with the words “Helper” or “a-roni” won’t be part of the equation.
I’m going to step on my soapbox for a “tiny” second minute. It has never been my intention to use this blog for anything more than a way to document my thoughts on my motherhood journey however I feel I need to speak about something that can be but shouldn’t be controversial. I’m going to talk about breastfeeding.
Some of you are applauding.
Some of you are wincing.
Some of you don’t care.
Some of you are sharpening your best kitchen knives and practicing your aim at the computer screen.
I get it. It’s a subject that can rile up a lot of emotions especially if you
-think there’s no excuse not to do it
-tried it and couldn’t get it to work out no matter what you did
-were physically unable to do it
-had to stop for medical reasons
-think it reinforces outdated gender roles
-never wanted to do it
-got some flack about doing it/not doing it/how you did it
It’s a touchy subject.
So what made me risk alienating my regular readers (I love all three or four of you)? I keep coming across stories (in person or online) where breastfeeding efforts ended earlier than mom wanted and in my opinion it was usually due to lack of proper support or good information. This makes me sad. It also makes me angry. No, I’m not angry at the moms. They did the best they could with the information and support they had at the time. I’m angry that the society I live in has made it so that we need to read books and take classes in order to feed our babies with the food nature intended for them. This society has done a damned good job of making sure that what should be sacred knowledge passed from mother to mother has been lost due to corporate greed, insidious marketing techniques, a belief that technology can adequately replace what nature provided, increased sexualization of breast function and some other reasons that don’t spring to mind at the moment.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think formula is Eeeeevillllll. However, I do believe its use should be reserved for instances where a baby has no access to healthy breastmilk (mom’s or from a donor), or is not thriving on breastmilk. In short, I look at breastmilk as normal infant food and formula as an imperfect substitute that’ll do when used judiciously in safe conditions. Your mileage may vary, of course.
But I’m no breastfeeding expert. I’m a new mom who’s navigating breastfeeding for the first time. I was committed to doing it before I was pregnant and I grew up in a culture where it wasn’t unusual to see a mother breastfeeding. Still, I had to read a lot about the subject while I was pregnant. That’s how I discovered how little I knew and how some of the well-meaning advice I received once Baby E was born was actually misguided.
Unfortunately, lots of mothers are not receiving good breastfeeding information even if they have every intention of breastfeeding their child. On top of that, there seems to be a breastfeeding backlash going on in the media where breastfeeding benefits are being second-guessed and breastfeeding advocates are portrayed as judgmental harpies.
So, at the risk of coming off as a know-it-all and judgmental harpy, here’s what I’ve learned about breastfeeding that I think can help another mother:
1. Make the commitment – Anything less is potential for self-sabotage
4. Understand that your doctor or nurse may/can give you bad breastfeeding advice
5. Know that what happens during and shortly after your child’s birth can affect your breastfeeding relationship
6. Breastfeeding isn’t always comfortable at first because it’s a learning process for both mom and baby
7. Pumps and bottles can be very convenient but sometimes they can affect your milk supply if it means your body starts to think your baby doesn’t need to be on the breast
8. A good breastfeeding pillow can make a big difference
9. Learn about the side-lying position because you might get more sleep that way
10. Your breastfeeding relationship with your baby changes over time and will end at some point
So while breastfeeding can be challenging, it doesn’t have to be horrible. Many moms will and have found ways to make it work for them and their children. I just wish all breastfeeding moms would have that chance.