I’m going to shock you with my opening statement: ten months is THE most fun age ever.
(New readers, welcome. I have said some version of that sentence every month!)
It’s suddenly like hanging out with a real, live person all day—a hilarious, top-heavy little person who’s started to give intentional hugs and say our names. Peak cuteness, as a friend described it recently.
But peak cuteness ain’t free, and the price we pay for this adorable age is managing an increasingly strong, opinionated little guy who can’t be left alone for a second.
I know, this is all babies! But for this first time mom, it’s been an adjustment. I sort of… forgot? that we’d have new challenges to work through together once we got the whole eating and sleeping newborn gig down. So this is why they say you’ll never pee be alone again.
All of this is to say that it’s a lot of work. (And all of the experienced moms in the world collectively said, “duh.”)
I’ve been wanting to share my thoughts on breastfeeding since I officially finished nursing Hudson earlier this month. How can I not when it dominated the last 9 months of my life by a mile? But I keep putting it off, and I think that much of my hesitance in writing about this topic stems from the overwhelming amount of hyper-opinionated information available online. I am confident that women do not need any further resources—especially in the form of opinions—to help them make up their minds about the very personal decision of infant feeding.
In my nine months as a mom, I’ve never witnessed any real-life mom shaming on the feeding topic: no snarky comments about nursing in public, no side-eye for a mom’s decision to feed her baby formula. In my in-person mom’s group, about half the moms were nursing, and about half were on formula. Nobody seemed to care much either way about what the other moms were doing on the feeding front—we were all too busy trying to figure out how on earth to get our babies to sleep. The internet, however, is another story. Facebook mom groups and new mama forums can be a black hole of over sharing, projection, and judgment, but of course the extremes always tend to get more airplay online. I would venture to guess that most moms are much more moderate about their views on the whole thing than the stories told online will lead you to believe.
I’m firmly in the camp of: you do what’s right for you, your baby, your family. One of the great secrets of adulthood is that no one has any earthly idea what they’re doing—we’re all just trying to figure this parenting thing out. So today, I’m just sharing my story; how we made the decision to breastfeed, and how it all went for my son and I.