Showing posts with label breastfeeding. Show all posts
Showing posts with label breastfeeding. Show all posts

Friday, 18 January 2013

Koch Needs To Be Quashed

So David Koch doesn't want women to breastfeed in public?

Well you know where I stand when it comes to breastfeeding, if you can - awesome sauce. 


Screw you David Koch and your silly outdated ideals. I'd like to see you sit happily in a toilet cubicle and eat your lunch. And a glass of wine from the urinal?

Oh you want to do share some fiscal forecasts from the comfort of the latrine. Perfect. We can't hear you from the bog. 

If you feel passionate about being able to breastfeed in public, and you're in Sydney - join the revolution. Here's the deets. 

Friday, 11 May 2012

Time: Breastfeeding On The Front Cover

Ah breastfeeding. Such a controversial and sometimes taboo subject - when really, at the heart of it - it's all about feeding.

But what's this? A cover of Time magazine? With a breastfeeding mum of a three year old? 

The question here is: do you really invest yourself and worry yourself by what someone else is doing?

It's posed to cause argument. I was taken aback initially. It's not everyday you see an image like this. But that's my own issue. I love breastfeeding. I breastfed for a long time. My babies loved it too.

The headline screams: 'Are You Mom Enough?' - which carries its own inference. She's doing what's right for her and her child. And that's good enough, isn't it?

Why do we care so much what others are doing? I need to focus on myself and my own family, and let you do your thing, you let me do my thing, unless of course it's posing a danger to someone. Deal?

Thursday, 9 February 2012

I Love This

The best hat of all for a breastfeeding baby.

When - and if - I have another baby, I am totes getting one of these.  Order one for your bebe here.

So damn cool.

Smoke on that Mr Zuckerberg.

via Jezebel

Tuesday, 7 February 2012

Well. Well. Well.

I'm not sure what to make of Madge breastfeeding a dolly in her new clip.

I'm sure those cyber-crank-yanker-trolls wouldn't have a problem with this image, and at the end of the clip, tossing the (faux) baby off to the side.

But one thing's for certain.

She sure has big cans.

Lucky Madge.

Saturday, 28 January 2012

URGENT DONOR CALL OUT: Breastfeeding Melbourne Mamas

I have removed this post as the family has now been inundated with milk donations and now has a waiting list. Thanks everyone.

Via Naturally Better Kids

Are there any breastfeeding Mamas in Melbourne, Australia who could be part of a milk tree?

Friday, 27 January 2012

More on Breastfeeding.


I'm pretty excited to be on JustB today talking a bit more about that photo - and my experience of breastfeeding.


This beautiful image is from Vogue Italia. Love.

Thursday, 26 January 2012

Squishy. Soft. Supple. Boobies



I posted this video a few years ago, but I'm bringing it back. It's one of my favourites to watch over and over.  

Well. That Was Ugly.

Well last night took a very different turn, and I can say with every inch of truth in my bones, I innocently posted that image - and overnight it caused a freaking riot on my Facebook page.

Let's recap:



- someone threatened to report me to the AFP for posting an image of a woman breastfeeding


- I got told I was a hippy feminist AND that I am a paedophile


- apparently my friends have low intelleck (sic)


- I was told I was a coward and a communist

- I got told I was Hitler


-  And I am the one who got a very firm rap over the knuckles from FB for posting the shot of the woman breastfeeding

Did I threaten anyone? Harass anyone? Bully anyone? No. I just stuck a photo that I loved on Facebook and the troll patrol came out in force.

Well screw them.
I stand my ground. Breastfeeding is natural and awesome and beautiful and brilliant - if you can do it.
 
Breasts. Made for Milk.
 
PS - image by Picasso - of a woman *gasp* breastfeeding

Wednesday, 25 January 2012

Let's Discuss: Breastfeeding


image source: Daughter of the Sun
I posted this photo on my Facebook page tonight. And it created much debate. And then it got deleted.

I am only hazarding a guess that someone found it offensive, flagged it, and Zuckerberg pulled it down. Ripped it straight off my PMM wall - blu tac and all, took all the comments and *POOF* it's gone.

It might not be everyone's style of breastfeeding, but I think it's pretty rad. If I could headstand, starkers, I'd be doing it in a flash.

Bon appetit baby. Bon appetit.

Friday, 21 January 2011

MirKerr Makes Me Purr


First of all, forgive me for the ridiculous title of this post. But peeps, it's true. I love this girl. She's a natural beauty. She grew up in a town not far from mine own town. She's a country girl. Us country girls have got to thigh slap together.

She marries Orlando Bloom. Hot. Hot squared when they make a baby. When baby is born = hot cubed.


And then she releases this image as the first of her wee bebe on her blog.

Helloooo Miranda Kerr. Mother and child.


I had a mini-argument with the gals at work about this image. I loved it. They didn't. I think it's delightfully natural. MirKerr looks so at ease. So blissful. And I think it removes some stigma about breastfeeding publically. The gals at work didn't dig on seeing her boobie. I don't find boobies offensive. I love this image. So natural.

Happy Babymoon Miranda and Orlando - and welcome beautiful Flynn.

Thursday, 5 August 2010

Breastfeeding



One of my co-habiters Nat drew my attention to the fact that it is World Breastfeeding Week. She's written a great post over here about making super excellent breastmilk.

And given I am a devout breastfeeder, here's my post to join in the celebrations.

I began my breastfeeding career in May 2005. It was a rude shock to me that it did not come naturally. The nurses grabbed my *modest* bosoms and shoved them unceremoniously towards the Doctor. It wasn't happening and it was frustrating and every time I needed to feed the Doctor, my sweet little newborn, I had to be 'monitored'. Like I was on probation. Like I need a Lindsay Lohan style ankle bracelet thing to monitor my progress. They then decided I should try a nipple shield.

My oh my, if you've never had to use a nipple shield, consider yourself lucky. The luckiest person in lucky town.

Using a nipple shield was, to me, so unnatural and repulsive, but I did it to feed my baby and get these toe rags out of my sight! I also requested to see the lactation consultant before I was released from hospital. The response was, no, you can go home and come back and see her.

Not a great solution for me. So we sought a private lactation consultant - Leila Chirgwin. Leila was exactly what I needed. She was gentle, nurturing, reassuring. And she helped me better than all of those nurses combined shoving my boob into the Doctor's mouth. Leila helped us wean the Doctor off the nipple shields, and had us feeding well within a few days. With nipple shields I felt like a fembot. Without nipple shields I felt like a totally rad mama.

I got mastitis ten days after giving birth to the Doctor. I vividly remember lying in bed feeling very grey, wanting to die. I felt cranky and digusting. I couldn't lie on the sore side. I felt sick as a dog. My breast felt as though it was on fire. I went to a GP and he told me that I was 'young and just had the flu' and that I'd get over it. Despite the fact I had shown him the very red, very cranky segment of sore breast.

Coincidentally I had an appointment with the Early Childhood Nurse that afternoon and she sent me off pronto to get an appointment with any GP because I had mastitis and if I didn't go on antibiotics straight away I might wind up in hospital. So off I went with my Mum and the Doctor to visit.. the only doctor I could get into. A geriatric doctor. He promptly conduced that I needed antibiotics and we went home. Within hours of taking them I felt infinitely better.

Throughout breastfeeding I had many bouts of mastitis, but for the most part, I managed to nip them in the bud before they spiralled out of control via massage and ultrasound, and continuing to feed feed feed off the sore side. New mums go through so much, and are on such a steep learning curve, mastitis is like a double dose of rude shock.

We persevered and The Doctor and I continued breastfeeding successfully until he was 19 months. We loved it.

When Tiny came along, I knew not to expect anything to be easy, but that little sucker came out sucking, and thankfully breastfeeding was a dreamy ride with her, and rarely a bout of mastitis. We breastfeed for 22 months.

Now Tiny likes to pretend to breastfeed her dollies, and talks about 'nilckles' - which to her is milkies.

The Australian Breastfeeding Association is a fantastic organisation with loads of support on tap (pun not intended). If you ever need any help or tips or tricks with breastfeeding call their hotline, they are amazing.

1800 mum 2 mum

1800 686 2 686

I've featured this clip before on my blog, but I love it so much - especially those stretchy, stretchy nipples - it's up again. I love it.

* Please note:: I'm not critical of anyone that can't breastfeed - this isn't meant to be an anti-formula, Gisele Bundchen type rant. I just loved breastfeeding. I really struggled with it, I sought help, and it took a long time for it to click. I had a lot of grey days when it just didn't work for me. It wasn't just boom - the Lactation Consultant remedied everything, it took weeks, maybe months to master it.

* I realise nipple shields help lots of people - but for me, it wasn't a solution to my problem. I felt it was the easy way for the nurses at the hospital to get me out of their way for someone else to come in, without giving me the option to visit the lactation consultant. They have their place, but I also wasn't shown how to use them properly, so in the wee hours, when I was trying to get a nipple shield to stick and my newborn was crying, it would have been more helpful to a) show me how to use them properly so they don't keep coming off and b) let me see the damn lactation consultant instead of having to go home and come back later. At the end of the day, we're all trying to feed our babies, right?!

Sunday, 22 November 2009

The Inadvertent Weaner


Tiny has weaned herself. Just three nights ago, at bed time, I asked her if she wanted milk to which she replied, 'No!' and then happily went to sleep. I felt a bit miffed, but was sure she'd be back the next night. The next night I asked her if she wanted milk, and she responded by walking to the kitchen cupboard, getting a cup and then chanting 'Nulk! Nulk! Nulk!' So she was poured a cup of milk. She didn't drink it and then went to bed. Tonight is the third night and she's not even said one thing about 'nulk'.

I didn't feel so bad the other two nights because it didn't strike me as anything but a fickle almost-two-year-old. I thought she'd be back. Not that I was thinking we'd contine on with 'nulk' for much longer. The Doctor weaned at 20 months, and I remember a sadness that crept in at that time. But this time around, the boobie-mad Tiny has gone cold turkey and I can't help but feel a little wistful. I'm know it will pass, but my little Tiny, turning two in a few weeks. So I'll just appease myself by looking at old photos that really aren't that old. Sigh.
If you're in for some light comic relief, you can take a different walk down mammary lane and read my post about breastfeeding when Tiny was just 8 months old.