Today I've got a guest post going on at http://www.nursingfreedom.org/. It is also being featured as part of The World Breastfeeding Week Carnival at The Leaky Boob. Yay!
My last breastfeeding post was about how nursing has become normal for me. This latest one is about what happens when shame creeps into the experience. It contains my best breastfeeding advice -- what I've learned from over four and a half years of nursing.
I must admit, the first time I did a google search for blogs that talked about breastfeeding, everyone seemed to be yaking about participating in a "Breastfeeding Carnival." A virgin blogger, I was somewhat afeard. What in tarnation could a Breastfeeding Carnival possibly entail, wondered I? Now that I'm participating I must admit, it is both more and less thrilling than what I originally pictured.
In other news, I've made a button! Isn't it cute as a? I used this tutorial at Oikology 101 to cook it all up.
If you is up for a button swap, I is up for a button swap. Lemme know.
The first time I saw this image of a polar bear nursing was in a museum display about the Arctic and the Antarctic.
I pointed it out to the mom I was with and said, "Look, it's me!"
And she said, "It totally is."
Did you know that polar bears always have twins -- a boy and a girl? And of course, they nurse them in public, and if you don't like it, you can certainly talk to the bear about it. Perhaps she should use some sort of cover? Or better yet, substitute with formula if she must leave her lair? I'm sure she'd be open to suggestions, all 600 pounds of her.
Remember this creepy ad campaign by Coke? They used to run it before movies and on TV.
I know I'm not the only one who found it totally disturbing. I always had to restrain from shouting, "Don't let your babies drink that! Cola is not good for baby polar bears you moron!"
Breast is best, Mama. Breast is best.