Showing posts with label Dr. Sears. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dr. Sears. Show all posts

14 May 2012

Extended Breastfeeding. Or, as the Mamas call it: Breastfeeding.

Can we all just agree that the "Mommy Wars" are a gimmick created by corporate executives who want to get us all hot and bothered and sell things, especially magazines. Like this one:



Seriously, did they not search for the oldest looking 3 year-old (with the hottest mom) they could find?

How long you breastfeed should be in that same category of mundane personal choices like how long you keep your fingernails and how you take your coffee. Who cares? And why judge. Okay, I am a bit clueless about these things thanks to my removal from the Western world since before we were thinking babies.

But come on Mamas. It's time to pull it together and become secure in our choices, so that when some magazine executive thinks he can sell issues by asking, "Are You Mom Enough?" we see that's ridiculous and don't care. It's hard to wage a war with someone who doesn't care. Mommy wars over.

So I showed the cover to Mama Youyou. I can't lie. Her eyes doubled in size and her tongue hung out of her mouth. But then I asked how long Congo Mamas nurse and she said, "Well at least until Charlotte's age." Judgement intended. This speaks a bit to the sensationalism of the cover. Even if you think it's totally normal to nurse for several years, TIME still makes it look shocking.

Then she said, we keep 'em nursing for comfort, for convenience, for free birth control. (This is where I present Exhibit A: Our surprise 2nd baby conceived at the precise moment I stopped nursing Charlotte.)



Mamicho says she weaned her girls around 7 months-old so she could go to school. She admits this was WAY early. Ahh, now it makes sense why she thinks my breast pump is the second coming.

To find out more about Congo Mamas and their history of breastfeeding, I stumbled upon this fascinating article called "Le Bebe en Brousse" (or Babies in the Bush): European Women, African Birth Spacing and Colonial Intervention in Breast Feeding in the Belgian Congo. In sum, our Congo Mamas had a pretty good little system of extended breastfeeding, postpartum abstinence, and thoughtful family planning going until the wise ole Belgian missionaries showed up and introduced formula. And bribed them with gifts to deliver their babies in Belgian clinics. Oh and then fed their infants in mess halls and taught moms to sleep separate from their babies and wean early. Thank you, Belgians. You always knew what was best for Congo.



Thank goodness the Belgians left the Bonobos alone. They nurse their babies until they're 4 or 5 years-old and wean them when they're ready for more Bonobo babies.

I breastfed Charlotte for a little over 6 months. Then for a variety of reasons, stopped. I distinctly remember someone of the American variety saying, "Oh, stopped already? Couldn't hack it, huh?" So basically, stop too early and you're a wimp. Stop too late and you're weird.

The magical moment when you can wean without social commentary is nonexistent. So it's best to do whatever the hell you want. I'm currently still nursing Ani and hope she can let go by kindergarten. Her attachment was not by design, but Dr. Sears would be proud. Ani can nurse as long as she wants because I'm too lazy to think about weaning. And honestly, I appreciate the calorie burn. Go ahead and judge me, but my current motto is, I'd rather nurse all night than workout all day.


And based on that cover photo, I'm pretty sure that mom's rockin' bod is thanks to nearly 4 years of milk production. Fact is, we nurse and stop nursing for many reasons. Some selfless, some selfish. Certainly none worth warring over.

11 May 2012

Friday List.

JILL'S LIST:

The things you imagine about your fellow plane passengers - all on one, pants-inspired, list.

  

Twitter is the first place I go to find out what the heck is going on during local explosions and elections.  Kenya police apparently have the same idea...



Obama.

PRESIDENT OBAMA: SAME-SEX COUPLES SHOULD BE ABLE TO WED


This sounds like Ira Glass should come and investigate.  Ira, we have a spare bedroom.

Can't wait for a reunion with Jim of Elk Run Farm at the Harrisonburg Farmer's Market next month.  He's our go-to guy for weird wild greens, incredible pork sausage, and jam made by his wife, Susan.  Oh man...did I mention that this is going to be the summer of salads.  I cannot wait to gorge myself on reasonably-priced (i.e. not $50/head/bunch/wilted sprig.), insanely fresh, Virginia lettuce.

As we enjoy our newly Chinese-paved roads here in Kinshasa, this article is very interesting.



After a year of intensely strategical methods for getting an expensive, injectable, heat-sensitive medication to the Congo, I'm intrigued by this article discussing a new pill offering the same benefits (and risks) as the miraculous Humira I currently take for a pesky post-baby rheumatoid arthritis problem.



Interesting news for U.S. expats expecting to vote...


SARAH'S LIST:

Spent the day sick in bed yesterday. I secretly love being sick. The misery of an illness is kind of worth the time alone. And I got to watch an embarrassing number of Top Chef episodes. Made me think about how much Adam and I love Master Chef Australia. Seriously, this show makes every other competition show look one dimensional. Australia knows how to do its TV shows. When Master Chef airs, it's on 6 nights a week for 4 months. That's some serious commitment. I'm pretty sure Adam cried during the finale. (Okay, I'm not "pretty sure," it happened folks.)



Jill and I keep thinking about writing a post about baby names. In the meantime, here's an article about how adults feel about a lifetime with a weird name.

Holy Breastfeeding Controversy. Is everyone talking about this? Her husband would pump for her while she slept? Is this woman a genius or crazy? I haven’t read the article, but apparently there’s a tie-in to my favorite pediatrician of all time, Dr. Sears. Maybe he goes crazy in this article, I have no idea. But I love his Baby Book and philosophy of you’re doing okay no matter what.



This is the only video game I’ve ever played. Ever. (Okay, except for Snood which got me through college). But my dad and I used to play Wolfenstein and my mother HATED it. Which made me think, of course, it was awesome. Who else remembers this?




Fascinating list of where else in the world same-sex marriage is legal. I guess we’re not that cool after all. South Africa, really? And I thought I couldn’t love that place more.  Rainbow nation.

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Happy Mother's Day. I think the husbands are making Jill and me a hamburger lunch on Sunday. I almost had Adam convinced Mother's Day was last weekend. Two weekends of hamburgers would have been awesome.
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