But maybe what’s more true is: “Babies were born to be fed.”
It’s National Breastfeeding Week and I stand in solidarity with all the breastfeeding mamas out there. But what’s more true is that I stand in solidarity with all the mamas out there who are feeding their babies. Does your baby breastfeed? Good job, Mama! Does your baby bottle feed? Good job, Mama! Do you feed your baby all organic formula from the UK because their health standards are different there than here? Good job, Mama! Do you feed your baby whatever formula is on sale that week because my god that shit is expensive? Good job, Mama! Does your baby eat organic, homemade baby food? Good job, Mama! Does your baby eat pre-made, store bought baby food? Good job, Mama!
I breastfed Elden for two months. Until my doctor feared I had a rare form of breast cancer and hospitalized me until tests could conclude that I didn’t. Needless to say I would have let them chainsaw my boobs off that day if they offered. They said “Noelle it’s like your body is allergic to breastfeeding.” (I think what’s more true is that my body was allergic to having big boobs. I bow down to you large breasted women. Mostly because I don’t know how you do it. Mostly because I still can bow down because my back is no longer killing me from carrying milk jugs on my chest all day.)
Anyway, look, can’t we all agree that the world is hard enough on us mamas? Us women? Can’t we all agree that this world is hard enough on our boobs?
So yes it’s National Breastfeeding Week, and maybe you don’t breastfeed for whatever reason — you had medical issues, you went effing insane having a tiny human suck on your boob all the live long day, your milk didn’t come in, you didn’t carry your child, you didn’t want to (or maybe you’re a single dad and well, you aren’t lactating) — so you’re feeling a little down. Maybe a little guilty. Maybe a little less than this week as the world promotes breastmilk. This post is for you.
Just feed your baby, mamas. And daddies. Babies were born to be fed. And loved. And cherished. And valued. And deemed worthy. And good. And kind. And capable. And lovable.
And guess what? You were too.