My body decided to round out World Breastfeeding Week (yes, it’s a real thing) with a nice case of mastitis which is a breast infection caused by a blocked duct.
I had it back when Declan was about two months old and both times it has sucked.
But I’ve got some antibiotics and should be better in a few days.
I always teeter totter back and forth on discussing my views of breastfeeding on here because the whole topic is so controversial.
But in honor of the week I decided to woman up and do it.
I’m going to calmly tread into the storm that is nursing and hope that everybody walks away with the right message.
As a mother who has been breastfeeding for over a year now I am obviously a huge advocate for doing so.
You just can’t deny the science, the health, and the bond attached to it.
But I don’t post links about how mom’s who formula feed are lazy, selfish, and poisoning their children.
I don’t ever say things like, “breast is best”.
And I never take or post nursing selfies.
I’m not trying to be glamorous or admirable or to stick-it-to-the-man when I nurse.
I do it to nourish and bond with my child.
There is no other reason.
It’s not about feminism to me, it’s about me and my son.
Primitively speaking, this is what I was designed to do.
Culturally speaking, I was raised to know that nursing your child is a good thing but so is being respectful to your environment.
More than that, nursing is a very special and personal experience for me.
In the home I grew up in, my father would have been absolutely mortified if he had walked in on me changing or seen any private part of my body exposed.
I was taught to treat my body as a temple and to guard it from the sick world we live in.
I treat my son’s body with the same respect in that I never post nude photos of him on the internet, no matter how adorable his little toosh may be.
My breasts are more than just boobs to me.
They are a part of my temple and they do more than just entertain my husband.
They nourish my child and provide him comfort.
It is such a beautiful thing and I can see why mothers want to share it with the world.
But for me personally, that beauty is something that should be protected.
I guard that beauty with my life because I want to preserve it and keep it safe.
I have nothing against a mother who proudly displays her breastfeeding in public.
Feeding your child is nothing to be ashamed of.
But I want to make it known that just because I choose to cover up does not mean that I am ashamed.
I will feed Declan whenever, wherever.
But I will do so proudly covered up.
And I shouldn’t be looked down on by moms doing the exact same thing as me just because I choose to do so.
I mean, really?
Being a mom is like being in high school all over again.
Only this is an all girl’s high school that has over 85 million women in attendance and all of their periods seemed to be synced.
It’s time to stop mommy bashing.
Why do we care so much either way?
Does it really ruin your entire day if you see someone nursing?
Is it the end of the world if you cover up your baby for five minutes while they eat?
It’s not okay to make other women feel like less of a mother for doing one or the other.
Talking down to people doesn’t make you an activist but it does makes you an asshole.
Nursing is not easy and I commend the women who have kept with it but I do not blame the ones that didn’t either.
Formula or breast, covered or uncovered; are these the type of things we want to teach our children are the most important?
I want my son to be kind, patient, and courageous.
I fear that in an effort to stand up for what we believe in sometimes we end up teaching our children hate and intolerance rather than love, respect, and kindness.
We deserve to feed our children however we see fit as long as our child is not in any harm from said methods.
I believe that my mother did her very best to raise me and loves me just as I love Declan.
I do not think she is less of a mother or lazy or careless because she chose not to continue breastfeeding past 6 weeks.
Don’t let your legacy be the way you shamed other women
Breastfeed or not, covered or uncovered, homemade food or pre-packed.
Being a mom has no instructional manual and we are all just trying to do the very best we can.
I hope you teach your children to speak, act, and live from a place of kindness.
Because not a single one of us is doing it all right.
And every single one of us deserves some slack, especially from one another.