Here's the problem with any debate about breastfeeding: you're damned if you do, a
shitty mom if you don't. Damned if you do because you're either (1)
being gross or (2) being a show-off. A shitty mom if you don't because breast
is best and you're not giving your child the best (students of logic
will point out this doesn't entail that you are giving your newborn
child the worst. The worst would be water, or, you know, battery acid.)
The so-called breast vs. bottle debate is no debate
at all. Rather, it's two sides (or nine -- there are tons of baby
feeding combos out there that need defending) talking past each other
about different things. Formula-feeders want others to know they're
good parents; breast-feeders want others to know it's good (and free!)
food. From a boob. So what we get are arguments, like Cole's, that breastfeeding has been
oversold. Or ones like Brett's that call moms who don't breastfeed too "lazy" to give the best to their child.
A lot of breastfeeders (I'm one of them) think breastfeeding has been
undervalued (celebrated, sure, but undervalued in society). Many, many
women who do or would like to breastfeed want more support -- at work,
at home, from their doctors, from Facebook. But that call for support
often gets twisted and interpreted as some mandate that all moms should
give up careers, or nurse their toddlers, or wear a smart belt and matching pumps when serving roast promptly at 6 for dinner. (Think
I'm kidding? Read this and then this.)
At the same time, many women who wanted to breastfeed but couldn't manage to didn't have the right kind of support and information and modeling. So they think their bodies are broken. And for that, they feel guilty. Guilt plays a BIG role in the breastfeeding discussion. We have to tiptoe around when and how and why to breastfeed because you never know who did what and damn if you don't want to be know as the
playgroup boob-Nazi.
But the problem with not talking
about breastfeeding -- or dismissing it as a ridiculous, body-destroying little hobby enjoyed by delusional wifey types -- is that new moms are left to figure out breastfeeding in a vacuum. Or our kids don't hear about it. Or we're off in little breast or bottle camps feeling all defensive and judged. Despite what we're told in magazines and TV shows, breastfeeding is not intuitive or automatic once you're holding a newborn in your arms. Still, you don't dare encourage a new mom who's breast-curious for fear of
coming across as a bully or a lactivist or, even worse!, a representative from La Leche League (boy that's a group that -- thanks to a small percentage of really aggressive "helpers" -- needs to work on its image).
Instead, you let the breastfeeding class your pregnant acquaintance took six weeks
ago -- or the words of some surgically gloved woman she just met and who is now handling the new mom's breast, stroking her nipple against the newborn's cheek! -- get the breastfeeding started. Not only is the long-ago class not so
helpful (explaining how to breastfeed is as easy as explaining how to whistle, which is to say it's not easy to explain), the nipple
stroker also doesn't go home with the mom, which is when she might
really need her.
Sure, there are breastfeeding assholes and smug nursers who will call
you out on that bottle filled with formula hidden deep in the stroller.
There are also those perfectly happy with formula who stand in the
background screaming "just give him a bottle and get some sleep!" when
a wannabe breast-feeder calls for advice. Which one is worse? Answer: it doesn't matter, they both suck. Which mom is better? The one who feels guilty about formula or the one trying to breastfeed despite obstacles? Answer: it doesn't matter. It really doesn't matter.
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