I decided to write this post after a received a message from a fellow mum asking for my opinion on the ongoing debate Breast feeding v bottle feeding. This is a topic that refuses to desist so here I am to give my personal opinions on it all.
Tilly Mae is 3 years and 3 months so it has been a while since I had to Make the choice but the same issues are circling like hawks above new mothers heads and I think it’s getting worse if anything .
Everywhere I have looked lately I have noticed a massive influx in pictures of women breastfeeding or articles about how it’s so much better than bottle feeding. First things first I have no issue with mothers choosing to feed their children from their own milk but I just wish the same courtesy had been extended to me throughout my experience of bottle feeding. From the go I bottle fed and I have no regrets.
Anyone reading this who chooses to think that I am in anyway dissing boob feeders can just unlike, unfollow or just generally do one because this is not at all what I am doing. I also believe that if you choose to breastfeed you should be allowed to and it wherever and whenever it is needed it really bothers me that people have to make such a stand by protesting/posting photographs for it to be normalised.
I didn’t even heat my daughters bottles up, I always used room temperature, sterilised formula from day one and I never had any issue but again this is not a blog focusing on how I prepped my child’s food, do what works for you .
I received such judgement from day one from mid wives, nurses, healthcare workers and generally other mothers about my lack of desire to feed Tilly from my own milk. I was made to feel like a bad mum for choosing not to breast feed but I know I am a good mother for choosing what’s I feel more comfortable as an opinion for my child.
I have just watched a video made by bottle feeding mothers defending themselves which just annoys the heck out of me EVERY SINGLE ONE gave excuses as to why they didn’t breastfeed
‘It hurt my nipples’
‘I didn’t produce enough milk’
I hate that mothers are made to feel like they need to come up with reasons why the chose formula. Don’t feel pressured to do anything choose your own path. My reason for not breastfeeding is that the thought of it creeped me out, I’m not ashamed of my opinion or my choice because that’s exactly what it is a choice.
I’m sick of mothers mud slinging at each other for not standing by a certain idea when we should be standing side by side for raising out children the best way we can. It’s yet another non argument that causes such strong reactions within the different fractions.
We are all parents. Bottle feeding was good for me it allowed me the freedom that I wanted, it allowed my husband and family to share in then joy of feeding our daughter and gave me a break when I needed it most.
We would all go mad if it was an argument like ‘what’s the best way to raise a child, within a religious or non religious movement?’ It doesn’t matter, people should just stop it we are all just fighting about what and who’s best when we should be fighting to have all children and parents treated equally regardless of something so trivial as how they are fed.
Signing off with love and lipstick,
I’m a obsessive eater, I always have been. My love affair with food that has been one of the most turbulent relationships I have ever been part of, I associate food with joy, it makes me happy when I’m sad and I celebrate great things with a side portion of everything yummy.
My affair with food is something inherently in me, it’s a obsession I have inherited from my dad. Unfortunately my love of food comes with the constant struggle with my weight. This blog isn’t about that struggle today. This is about realise how weird I am with food and the choices that surround it, until very recently I didn’t even realise I had issues that were tied up with food, i have no idea where they came from but I’m guessing it’s just something we are raised with. Have a read and let me know if you have any quirks regarding food, where did you pick them up from?
So, I went into the staff room at work at lunch recently as I had finished my shift and one of my colleagues Steve was eating cod bites and chips and I stated that it was a very dramatic thing to have on a dinner time, they all thought that was hilarious but I am a creature of habit and routine and you can’t have tea time food at lunchtime unless you won’t be having a tea time, even now in my own mind that sounds a little crazy but lunch is for sandwiches and maybe a bowl of soup at a push, then I asked what Kevin had and he had last night Chinese leftovers, obviously I love vicariously through other people’s food so when I asked him what he had they were amazed reaction to the fact he had chow mein and rice. This apparently is a normal thing, I would never think to have rice with noodles, in my weird brain they are considered two sides that would never go together it’s a one or another situation. Is this only me?
So this has got me to thinking what food things do I consider odd and I’m actually shocked at myself.
- Sunday dinners, more than one type of potatoes feels like bedlam and I would never make mash and roast but I’m over the moon if someone else makes it for me it’s so naughty.
- Certain foods go or must not not go with sides but there is also some things that defy my own rules for example corned beef pie even though it’s made with mash you can have chips or mash as a side whereas bacon sandwiches cannot have a side they are for solo eating.
- You can’t have sides as a main. (Only exception that I can think of is fried rice from the Chinese but it has to have at least one meat in and has to be accompanied with a sauce)
- Soup AND a sandwich, how is this even a thing I have never had both it’s one or the other both together blows my mind.
- Everything can go in a sandwich, trust me (as long as it’s buttered)
- Breakfast can only be small unless you are away/having it instead of lunch, a bacon/sausage sandwich are blurred lines, it’s almost like a treat so lunch is usually a no following this.
- Eating chocolate at anytime other than night feels highly luxurious and naughty, unless it’s pudding.
- Having pudding after food removes the allowance of a sweet treat on a evening.
- Watching cooking/food related shows isa appetite suppressant, food porn as I call it stops me from snacking, I live vicariously through other people’s food and their eating.
There are a few I realise have been self imposed after years of dieting to aide dieting as my inner fatty would eat anything at anytime and my college/university photographs will back up my story.
Reading back on some of these I realise how twisted my relationship with food is, it’s a beautiful disfunctional relationship which I will continue to hone and perfect in my own nutso way.
Signing off, with love and lipstick,