Showing posts with label boob flash. Show all posts
Showing posts with label boob flash. Show all posts

March 18, 2009

How much is that elephant in the window?

Until now, I have resisted talking about the Boobie Beatdown going on between Her Bad Mother and The Daily Blonde. I was certainly hesitant to even get close to that furor, but also, I was a little afraid. 'Tis a slippery slope to have opinions that folks may take out of context or heaven forbid, disagree with. Don't mess with the community, yo.

However, over the past week, I have received numerous, numerous emails about the whole Boobie Beatdown. As a former breastfeeder (I nursed from October 05 to January 09 with a 6 month break between bouts) and as a former breastfeeding blogger, a few folks have asked what I thought of the madness. At first, I was not interested in touching this with a ten-foot pole and merely sent private emails in response. After all, as a result of the Beatdown, there has been much mudslinging and vitriol passed between the camps of the two bloggers in question.

Furthermore, I even questioned how to write such a post - if I mention and link directly to the bloggers in question, then I could be slapped with the dreaded charge of Traffic Mongering. If I failed to mention the two bloggers in question and instead, weaseled out by getting all Oblique on you, then I could get trounced with ye olde accusation of Passive Aggression and dude, nobody likes that.

Nonetheless, a few things really, really bothered me about the whole ordeal and stuck in my craw and try as I might, the highest quality of toothpick could not pry them forth.

So, here's my post with the Two Things That Really Bothered Me About the Boobie Breakdown.........

The Two Things That Really Bothered Me
About the Boobie Breakdown
A little over a month ago, Salma Hayak cross-nursed a baby in Sierra Leone. The trip was humanitarian in nature, one that concerned educating folks about rampant malnutrition and the lack of vaccines in a country where babies are dying from these things. While there is a necessity for cross-nursing and wet-nursing on a continent rife with disease and malnutrition, as a general rule, the La Leche League has this to say about wet-nursing and cross-nursing:
"La Leche League does not encourage or suggest wet nursing or cross nursing of infants. Indeed, the practice is discouraged for a number of physical and psychological reasons."
I have said it once, I will say it again - babies die, DIE, from inadequate water supplies and tainted formula in underdeveloped countries. And, please tell me that most of us reading here know about the little "problem" of AIDS in Africa. Folks, this is not a joke, or an over-used example in the breastfeeding advocacy. Both UNICEF and WHO push breastfeeding not because they are vicious, lactating harpies or old, white-haired men with an anti-feminist agenda, but rather, UNICEF and WHO have a very real concern with developing countries who have very real issues with tainted formula and unsafe water supplies. Literally, breastfeeding can be a lifesaver.

Thing #1
While I am
not personally squicked over cross-nursing, I would not allow my child to cross-nurse without the recommended screenings. What really disturbs me is how this topic of cross-nursing has turned into a freakshow side act for the casual, uniformed observer. In reality, there is an unquestionable need for cross-nursing in countries that are dealing with serious issues - such as war, famine, tainted formula and unsafe water. We bloggers have the luxury of sitting in our cozy houses tapping away on our laptops playing "She Said, She Said" and in the meantime, there are babies dying.

So, yes. As a breastfeeding advocate, that is pretty distressing to me, this gross misunderstanding of the serious need for cross-nursing coupled with the inscrutable fact that it must not be conducted in a casual manner. But what truly troubled me about this latest blogging showdown was the sheer nastiness of the noxious fumes emanating from the comments sections of both blogs involved and throughout Tweetersville. Whoa. I thought we were adults here. And as a BlogHer blogger, a community of which I am proud to be a member, I thought we had a code of conduct (I Googled this and could not find it on BlogHer's site - either it does not exist or I am an idiot, the latter of which is most likely in this case.) Let it be known that I am not immune to the temptation of acting nasty towards someone online and using that person's public missteps as my own personal blog fodder snark. Dear Lord, no. I have done it myself. (After I wrote that post, I was so embarrassed for myself and as such, wrote a public mea culpa. It is a lesson that still shames me. Yet another reason I hesitated in writing this post today.)

Thing #2
I am genuinedly alarmed and disheartened with the fact that I was so very reticent in writing this post in the first place. Because breastfeeding has been "my thing" for awhile now, my first reaction was to write about it. My hesitance at not writing about it makes me question the extent to which I am censoring myself on other topics.
I was certainly intimidated by the extent of harsh contempt that has been displayed by both sides on this topic. Let's face the facts: If you piss off the wrong blogging crowd, you might want to think about training for that marathon that is on your Bucket List.

I am not sure how to conclude this. I suppose all I really wanted folks to know is that not all cross-nursing sessions are conducted "on the fly"with no screenings, no planning and no foresight. Oh, and this:not all mommybloggers go at each other with verbal switchblades.

Sigh.

December 4, 2008

Day 4: Is it Christmas yet?

Back in my heady days sans progeny, I purchased the most adorable Advent calendar at Costco. It is a wooden Christmas tree and each day, you pull a new ornament out and hang it on the tree. I am now so thankful for what began as an impulse purchase so many years ago. For it is the only thing keeping me from researching Xanax dosages for adults and toddlers.

Speaking of panic. Um, I obsessed over Arun's two "big" gifts for weeks (an Imaginext castle from us and a Tonka Bounce Back Racer from my grandma.) Weeks! Last night, I went out to order them (after not finding them in a brick n' mortar location) and guess what? Go ahead, guess! Yep - "out of stock".

Awesome!

Thankfully, he insists that Santa is going to bring him a "toy snake" and a "kitchen". Anjali has steadfastly put in a request for "water". I think I can handle those.

November 3, 2008

Why bother? (v.2)

I had a celebratory post planned for this week about how I had officially run out Official Excuses for not going to the gym. I am done business traveling, done gestating, done breastfeeding full-time, and done dealing with separation anxiety from two toddlers. Yes, the plantar fasciitis has been an issue, but I stick to weights and the elliptical machine, so it has not been so bad. I was going to wax poetic on how lovely it is to drop the Double A's off at the nursery, where they are so very excited to just scamper off into the distance. I was going to talk about how sweet it has been to just soak up some tunes on the iPod and have 60 minutes of uninterrupted thinking.

Then.

Yes, you must have suspected there would be a "then". No?

I kicked our trash can a good 2 feet across our kitchen. Not on purpose, mind you. Oh no, but rather I did it because I am a klutz. The same bufoon who tripped in the kitchen just yesterday and fell on her knee. Also, I am Lazy Mom who left a rocking chair perched precariously on her couch (so the housecleaners could vacuum) and was watching her youngest progeny begin to pull it off of the couch. In my haste to grab the rocking chair, I totally ran into the trash can.

So. Now, I cannot walk without hobbling, I cannot bend my toe and said toe is turning a rather disturbing purple color. It also feels like the toe is "missing" or "disconnected" - a Phantom Toe, perhaps?? Dr. Google informs that even if the toe is broken, there is not much a Real Live In Person Insurance Accepting kinda doctor could do about it anyway.

I would take a picture for everyone to have fun diagnosing amongst yourselves, but as I have traded in pedicures in lieu of a housecleaning service, you would do well to thank me for sparing you the ugliness that is now officially known as my Left Middle Toe.

July 2, 2008

Good grief, is there ever a day that mattresses are not on sale?

Today, I am on Alphamom posting about 50 Things to Do With Your Kids in the Kansas City Area. Please help keep the crickets at bay and head over there to pop me up side the head with everything I surely forgot (Note: I purposely left off "attending a Chiefs football game". I figured attending both the St. Patrick's Day parade and Scottish Highland games was the extent to which I would be willing to subject my precious progeny (and yours!) to public drunken excesses.)

Also, I have posted on the long-neglected FoodieBytes blog about Putting My Money Where My Mouth Is - I have been musing over all my food options while I am at BlogHer this year. I am SO excited. For sure, I will be fulfilling my haleem and sichuan spicy cold noodle fix.

Finally, as I have been winding down the BoobLog, I will be handling All Things Boobage here from now on. Last week, Kristen had a question about nursing her 11.5 month old son, Caleb:
I fortunately haven't experienced a full-blown nursing strike just a lot of disinterest during the day but he is coming back around. How long did you nurse Arun? I am trying to figure out when I can "hang up the horns" and just nurse morning and evening (and ALL NIGHT). I'm afraid my milk might just dry up completely if I do that. Any advice?
First, foremost, and obviously - I am not a lactation consultant nor a professional.....Insert more legal eagle blather at your leisure.....

To answer your question...... I nursed Arun for 15 months and that worked really, really well for both of us. I am hoping to nurse Anjali for about the same amount of time, give or take (Sidenote: Her nursing strike is over, I was able to hobble through it and keep my supply going by pumping 2-3 times daily. Fortunately, she was still nursing at night. And yes, only a co-sleeper would say that!!) Personally, I am not particularly interested in nursing a two year old, so I hope she begins weaning around 18 months at the latest. So, my question back to you would be "When do you hope to wean?" I would think that after your son reaches 12 months, you could try nursing only mornings and evenings. If you find that your milk supply is decreasing and you are not cool with this, you could opt to pump just once a day. Kellymom has some great advice for "partial weaning", which I suspect is what you are wanting to do by "hanging up the horns". Hope that helps!

Simian Snappage!
Per usual, there are more snaps amongst the Flickrage, but this is a sampling:

Makin' Me Go All Melty.


Wii Are Family
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