Banning Baby Bottles… Is this a smart move for Venezuela? I think……….

A heated debate and a hot topic, the importance of breastfeeding.  I am very open-minded about breastfeeding and a mother’s choice.  Some moms think it is gross or just don’t want to breast feed their baby for what ever reason they have and some mom‘s don’t have a choice about breastfeeding their babies because their bodies wont produce milk.  I have heard some people say that it is not possible but I have friends that tried everything even controversial prescription medications to get breast milk and nothing.  Not to mention my struggle to supply my baby with breast milk.  I don’t know what I would have done if I didn’t have bottles to feed my son the milk I had pumped for him.  Pumping was one way I was able to keep my supply up.  And since I had low supply I sure as heck was NOT going to dump it.

I understand a government wanting to promote breastfeeding.  Like our hospitals in MA have lactation consultants(LC) to help new moms in  the first moments and days of life by being available for hands on help.  I don’t know what I would have done with out the support and help of my LCs when my supply dipped.  Our hospitals have also gotten rid of the formula care packages they send home with new moms, or maybe they just don’t give them to Exclusively Breastfed Babies(EBB).  Breast is best because the mother’s body has nourished the baby from the time it was first conceived, it is natural for it to keep nourishing the baby for as long as the baby needs.  When I thought about breastfeeding there was no doubt in my mind that I wanted to have an exclusively breastfed baby.  I wanted to breast feed for many reasons.  Obviously it is the most complete nutrition my baby could receive and it was FREE.  But my mom breastfed me and I have always thought that breastfeeding is a natural part of being a mom.  From the moment I first put Robert to my breast he suckled it like he was a pro.  It was natural on both ends.

It is argued that the bond between a mother and a breastfed baby or a bottle fed baby is different.  I don’t think that the physically being attached to the breast makes the bond stronger between mother and child but it does make the emotional aspect of providing life for your baby a deeper emotional feeling for the mother.  I loved everything about breastfeeding, the cuddling him close, watching his little face relax as he started to enter the milk induced sleep, the peacefulness of our mommy-baby time and the feelings that go with breastfeeding that words can’t describe.  My friends who either chose to or had to bottle feed their babies are just as close with their babies as I am with Robert.  The cuddled their little ones close, watched their faces change as they got full and got to have the same mommy-baby bonding time.

So to the point of the banning the use of baby bottles…  That is just ridiculous.  All that will do is promote black market baby bottle dealing not breastfeeding.  Plus, some moms have over-supply and have to pump to help their body regulate milk production (how I wished I was a mom with over-supply).  If those mom’s don’t have bottles to put their milk where will it go?  Are they supposed to throw it away?  ARE YOU KIDDING ME???  If I ever for any reason had to discard any breast milk I felt like I was throwing away liquid gold.  Banning baby bottles will not solve their wish to promote breastfeeding.  I think the Venezuelan congress is taking this WAY TOO FAR!!

Another Lack of Lactation Hormone Adjustment Day

WOW  Today was a blast!!  And I mean that in the good and bad way.  LOL  My little guy really keeps a smile on my face when I start to feel sad.  I am sure these emotions are all post lactation hormones getting back on track.  So here is a peek into my day.

Woke up like normal.  OK super 5:30 am and the little guy is wide awake and ready to play.  I am thinking “awe, gee Robert, couldn’t you have slept just 30 more minutes?” we do our new normal morning routine which is get him from his crib, let him play for a few minutes BEFORE changing his diaper because if I don’t I get an unwanted “shower” of toddler pee.  So, I have learned my lesson after about 3 mornings of repeat.  In my defense it was also the first 3 mornings he was up at 5 o’clock in the morning.  I take the time to start the water to make Sean his morning coffee, get Robert his milk and make him some breakfast.  I let him eat while I finish making Sean’s french press coffee and his lunch for the day.  Once that is complete I go into Robert’s room, change his diaper, get him dressed for the day and play with him for a bit.  about 45 minutes later he is usually ready for his first nap.  Do you think I can nap at this point? NOT A CHANCE!!  So, I spend the time picking up the living room from the mess he made the night before because I was too tired before bed to do it.  Perfect, my turn to sit and relax.  ahhhh

As I am relaxing I was looking for a picture and came across an article about Venezuela and how they want to ban baby bottles.  I started to cry, but I will explain that in more detail in tomorrow’s post about my view on their ban proposal.  That was just the start.  Then I decided I would watch one of the movies I had put on hold, Bully the movie.  What a sad documentary, and I cry to think of what a world Robert will have to grow up in.  bullying isn’t just name calling or a fist punch it can go viral via social media and the internet.  My heart breaks for what kids have to go through these days.  I know that most kids aren’t bullied, but it now seems like a parent’s worst nightmare.  Thankfully he woke up and we took a nice long 3.5 hour long walk.  That got my blood pumping and cleared my head.

When we got home he looked up at me and gave me a huge hug and cuddled there.  I cried for a moment because my baby was not a baby anymore.  he is a little boy and cuddling because he wants to and not because he needs to.  And then I smile and my heart fills with so much joy to see how he is becoming this little person.  then in a split second as I go out the door to put something in the recycling it is baby meltdown like his world is ending.  I am talking to him the whole time I step out the door and as I come back in he toddles over to me in a semi-run (he is just learning to walk so it isn’t like a normal kid run) crashes into me and tells me “STOP!  STOP!”.  My heart broke for him.  He didn’t understand that I was still there and I was coming back in.  poor thing.  This of course made me feel horrible like he spends too much time with me but I keep reminding my self that if he didn’t act that way then maybe I should worry that I wasn’t paying him enough attention.

So today was a day filled with lots of tears for no real reason other than being a little over sensitive.  I sure hope he sleeps in a little longer tomorrow…  But I am not holding my breath.  HAHA….