I turn on the TV to hear the headline "super model Gisele Bunchden stirring up controversy with her breastfeeding comments." ...Oh great.
As we all know, I'm struggling with this breastfeeding guilt, but I've been trying really hard not to focus on it. But, did you know, that this week is apparently national breastfeeding week or something?! So, I'm seeing news clips about the benefits of bf all week long. Which is really great, I think it should be promoted and encouraged, because it is the best form of nutrition for our babies. It's just bad timing, for me. lol. So, then, I hear on the news about this very famous and influential model stating breastfeeding should be international law, for the first 6 months, and mother's who aren't bf-ing are feeding their children chemicals.
Granted, I just caught this on the news, they didn't offer any backstory to her statement or anything like that. But, this just makes me mad. There are so many women who aren't able to bf their children, for various reasons, so who are we to judge and suggest the passing of laws on this? Even before I realized bf-ing wasn't going to work for Owen, I never would have passed a judgement on another mother, who decided she couldn't breastfeed. I just feel, as women, we should be supporting each other, not judging and making generalizations that mothers who don't bf their children are "lazy" or "didn't try hard enough" or whatever. And, until you've been in the shoes of a women who desperately wanted to breastfeed, but for whatever reason, was not able, you have NO right to put your two-cents in, especially if it is judgemental or unsupportive.
I really didn't want to keep talking about this subject, but that was before the news story and before I knew it was breastfeeding awareness week.
In other news, my car burned up this week. Yep, it's gone. The little red car that has been with me for the past 6 years, through my last year of highschool, through college, through many road trips, is gone. My dad was driving it this weekend and the engine caught fire and it burned up! Luckily, Dad got out in plenty of time- it took a good 30 minutes apparently to burn past of the point of recognition, and sadly, it was allowed to burn that long because the fire department of levy county really dropped the ball. I'm just super thankful I wasn't driving with Owen in the vehicle...I've had nightmares about that ever since.
I had my post-partum appointment yesterday, and got cleared to drive again (haha, the irony) and exercise. I guess I'm healing perfectly fine, but my midwife really cranked into my scar and the tissue around it, to "break up scar tissue" and OMG, ever since I've been nice and sore whenever I move or whenever Owen kicks me in the belly. I hope that doesn't last long!
Owen's been really spit-up-y the past two days- literally it seems like more comes out than what goes in. I know that's not true in reality, but when you see the amount of laundry we accumulate just from his spit-up, you'd think the same thing. Three milk-out-of-the-nose instances since last night, and a spit-up soaked couch later, and it's leaving us banging out heads together in frustration and confusion. Plus, he's on a hypoallergenic formula, with rice cereal to thicken it, and 2 medicines. I think the problem is the medicine- he's gotten wise to it's presence, so he tries to spit out the liquid if he can, and the pill- that's supposed to "dissolve"-doesn't...so it's a mess trying to get it down him.
Well, that's all for now, I was supposed to take my final exam tonight, but I didn't have the time to study at all today, with Owen, and tonight we have dinner with Craig's brother, Derrick, and his girlfriend, Angela. So, hopefully tomorrow I'll get it done, since that's the last day.