Thursday, April 8, 2010

My Boobs, My Choice... Kind of...


With a catchy title like that, this is sure to be a fun read. Actually, I'm literally shaking because I'm so fuming mad at a Facebook post on my sisters page.

Apparently, CNN posted an article regarding a study about breastfeeding. A couple of authors argued that approximately 911 infant deaths could be avoided each year, if women would breastfeed exclusively, and that $13 billion dollars are spent in excessive costs. The article alone didn't annoy me, it was the interpretation by someone else (sisters friend), who decided to accuse bottle feeding mommas of driving up her insurance premiums and killing innocent children.

First of all, not all bottle feeding moms do it by choice. Personally, I tried to breastfeed both of my children, but unfortunately, I'm simply unable to produce enough milk. I had plenty of resources, lactation consultants, breast pumps, pills and even beer (the yeast in micro brews helps some women), but alas, it wasn't meant to be. My boobs are purely decorative and it took me a while to come to grips with that. In fact, I cried the first time I bought formula. But it is what it is and making me feel guilty, because you have no idea what I've been through, is wrong on so many levels. Throwing "breast is best" statistics in my face, doesn't make my boobs suddenly work. Though you're welcome to tell them directly, but I doubt they'll listen to you either.

Secondly, there isn't a study on Earth that can conclusively determine that any of those children died because they weren't breastfed. It's utterly appalling that anyone would throw statistics like that in the face of grieving parents. "Your child died because you didn't breastfeed. Yup, if you'd just whipped out your boob, like a good mom, your child would still be alive." What kind of monster are you? For every reason those children died (SIDS, etc) there is a breastfed child who has died of the same.

Thirdly, me bottle feeding did not drive up your insurance premiums. I'm willing to bet, I paid far more for formula than you ever did in any potential increases (if you believe that bs). Those "extra costs" they're talking about weren't yours, they're referring to the parents and their costs. And in the grand scheme of things, the number of deaths by "lack of breastfeeding" doesn't even compare to the number of cancer deaths, so why not go after all the smokers who are supposedly driving up your insurance costs?

When it comes to breastfeeding, it's generally a choice (in some cases, like mine, it's not, but for arguments sake, we'll say it's a choice). For those who choose to breastfeed, good for you and for those that don't, good for you. It's highly hypocritical of anyone to say that the other is the wrong, because if you want people to respect your choice, you need to do the same.

Oh, and PS, how do you know that baby bottle isn't filled with breastmilk? Just sayin'.

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

A Moment of Silence


I love my blog followers, I really do. So when I lose one, I automatically have to assume the worst; they died. What other reason could there be for not wanting to read my skillful repartee? And thus, I feel we need to take a moment of silence to mourn the loss of a follower.

Rest in peace, dear friend, rest in peace.

I'm actually a little weird about numbers. Right now I have 99 followers. I did have 100 and when I had 100, it was perfect. 99 just doesn't have the same ring, or the same number of followers (teehee). But it's an odd number. Can someone else follow me just so I don't have an odd number? It's giving me a complex. :oP

Seriously though, a big thank you to those who follow this blog, you rock! And I appreciate it. Makes me feel much less alone in the blog-o-sphere. And I shall reward you loyalists with a giveaway....coming soon! Who doesn't love free stuff?! Some new blog backgrounds coming soon too. Stay tuned!

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

YouTube Tuesday

I LOVED watching The Chipmunks as a kid and I loved the movie Chipmunk Adventure even more. I always had to play Brittney, especially during the Girls of Rock 'n Roll song. Ah, those were the days of cartoons, none of that Digi-whatever-crap.
Imagine my surprise and joy when I borrowed the movie from the library and both of my girls loved it. In fact, my oldest always has to play Brittney, especially during the Girls of Rock 'n Roll song. She does the singing, dancing, everything. It's a hoot to watch. She makes me so proud. :o)
Enjoy this trip down memory lane.


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