Archive for the ‘Baby-led weaning’ Category

I’ve been away so long… but now I’m back

February 16, 2008

I’ve been so busy!

1. I’ve had to succumb and return to work. As I don’t live in breastfeeding utopia, I’ve had to leave baby B with his Nan. That’s right, my mil. But she’s not been too bad with him at all; there’s not much babywearing going on but there’s lots and lots of play and tactile comfort, plus the baby-led weaning is still continuing and going well. I pump while I’m in work for him and he gets plenty of solids & water plus a bit of milk while I’m in work; at home he breastfeeds often; he is also a milk vampire and feeds constantly at night!

2. I’ve been busy with my peer supporter stuff; I’ve graduated now (hurray! lovely day where we received certificates from the Mayoress of St Helens) and three of us (me, A & K) are starting up a group on Saturdays in our local SureStart children’s centre.

3. Dh hasn’t been well. He has been diagnosed with a central serous retinopathy in his right eye… which is bad enough by itself, but his left eye is a lazy eye. Sadly we weren’t getting anywhere with the NHS so we went private for the diagnosis … it looks like he’ll have to have an operation, although we can get this on the NHS.

So you can see I’ve had a lot to contend with – apologies for my absence but I will try to pop back a lot sooner next time!

Food glorious food? Not as good as breast milk.

December 24, 2007

Following on from my last post:

How often have you heard a breastfeeding mother say, “s/he’ll probably stop/start doing it (depending on what “it” is) when s/he starts on solid foods”? (e.g. he’ll sleep through the night when he’s on solids, he’ll stop being so fussy when he’s on solids etc.) What does this really mean?

Think about it. The implication there is that solid foods are somehow a cure all for baby problems. What are we comparing them to? That’s right, human milk. We’re saying solid foods are somehow “better” than human milk.

Again, we’re suspicious of breast milk. It’s somehow lacking, it’s not trustworthy enough, we can’t see how much is going in, we don’t really know what’s in it, it’s a bit mysterious. Whereas solid food – well, we cook it ourselves, we can see it going down, it’s tangible and real.

And yet, did you know that your breast milk actually contains, gram for gram, more calories than “solid” food? So that if you’re swapping breast milk for solid foods, you’re actually lowering your baby’s calorific intake? That’s certainly not going to stop a night-waking baby; if anything it will exacerbate the problem! Solid foods, at least for the first year, are meant to be a dessert rather than the main course. Baby needs to fill up his/her tummy on nutritious, calorific breast milk and then experiment with tastes as an afterthought.

But we’re suspicious of breast milk because it’s not the norm. It’s as if, as soon as baby has tasted that first floret of broccoli, breastmilk, which for the first six months was a complete food, suddenly becomes just a drink, an afterthought to the main meal of “normal”, solid food.

Think about it. Have you ever said, “he should sleep well tonight after that huge meal?” or lamented, “she’s too full of milk to take her proper food?” Think again.

It’s been a while; what’s been going on?

December 3, 2007

It’s been a while since I last posted; sorry! What’s been going on since then, then?

Well, I’ve finished the Peer Counsellor course for a start, although we’ve opted for an extra session on healthy eating (I say “opted”; we were press-ganged really ;-) ) so we have that this afternoon but then no more sessions until our graduation on January 28th. I still don’t have my CRB check back and it seems like everyone else does; no idea why that is, there’s certainly nothing dodgy about me!

I’ve been to another session at Whiston Hospital which was excellent, and I feel now more “qualified” to give help and support now I’ve finished my course. I’ll blog on that in a bit. I also attended an antenatal class that N ran, and met up with a friend from Mumsnet.

I’ve fallen victim to a bit more biting from baby B as he’s been getting a top tooth through, bless him.

Baby B has been taking more solid food as his pincer grip seems to be coming along pretty well and he can grab more to put in his mouth. I’ve also been giving him small sips of water in the slanted open cup so he gets used to it.

I’ve been arranging, with K and another lady called H, a session at our local Sure Start centre for pregnant women to learn about breastfeeding. More on that in a bit too.

And the big one; I’ve been job hunting, which is why I’ve not been on here as often. Yes, the money has truly run out; I knew it would eventually although we were hoping it would last a teeny bit longer, but no. Come January, I have to be earning money and a reasonable amount. I’ve two interviews lined up in the coming weeks, with more applications on my desk for which I have to apply.

So that’s why I’m up at twenty past six, even though baby B is fast asleep upstairs; I’ve been neglecting my blog and thought it was time to make up for it, so I crept away from the bed early in order to do so!

A little story, or, why women can’t breastfeed.

November 22, 2007

In the beginning, every baby was fed with its Mum’s milk. As baby grew teeth, and started to become curious, it would take with its hands whatever foods Mum and Dad had in front of them, but still had Mum’s milk for its main food. Eventually, as baby turned into a child, it was able to eat more foods and the amount of Mum’s milk it had lessened until one day, the child no longer needed Mum’s milk.

All that was needed for baby to get to Mum’s milk was for baby and Mum to be close to each other all the time.

Baby slept in the same bed as its Mum and Dad for as long as it wanted. Baby was carried around everywhere, normally by its Mum so it could be close to the milk, but also by Dad, Gran, Grandad, Aunties, Uncles and friends until it was old enough to crawl. Even then it was still carried around often, either in its family’s arms, or tied to family members with a simple cloth.

There was sometimes a baby whose mother carried it into the world, but then left the world herself. These babies were fed milk from other mothers and carried and cuddled close to the milk just like all the other babies.

Over time the world changed; walking was no longer the only means of traveling distances; gradually family members lived further away from each other. Many of the babies with no mothers were sent to live with each other, to be looked after by people who usually had no milk of their own.

They were fed on milk from other mammals or other foods and they often left the world almost as soon as they’d arrived.

Clever people realised this needed to change. They took the milk of a cow, added things and took other things away and made it easier for babies to digest. More of the motherless babies that would have died now lived!

Other very clever men realised that they could make money from this changed cows’ milk. However, what mother would buy it when she had her own milk?

They lied to mothers and told them that this milk was more “scientific” and better for their babies than their own milk! They were very clever men though, and many of the mothers believed them.

They invented a fake breast to carry this changed cows’ milk and eventually, this was how most babies were fed! With fake Mum’s milk in a fake breast! Really!

Mums and Dads didn’t need to sleep with their babies any more because the babies didn’t need Mum’s milk in the night. Instead, babies slept in separate beds, often surrounded by wooden bars.

More clever men knew that new babies needed to suck throughout the night, but they knew that they couldn’t leave the fake breast with the baby all night; they invented a fake nipple!

Babies now slept in separate beds, surrounded by wooden bars, sucking on a fake nipple, and given a fake breast full of changed cows’ milk if they were hungry when they awakened.

Clever men realised how many things they could sell to women if they just used the right words and all of these things were heavy. Too heavy, in fact, to carry if mothers were already carrying a baby!

So they invented a wheeled carriage with space for all baby’s things. And because babies no longer needed to be close to Mum’s milk, they too could travel in the carriage!

So babies slept in separate beds, surrounded by wooden bars, sucking on a fake nipple, given changed cows’ milk from a fake breast if they were hungry when they awakened; when they woke for the day, they were put into a wheeled carriage and pushed along with all of their things.

Clever men also realised that often the changed cows’ milk wasn’t enough for babies and they needed other foods before they had time to develop the skills to chew; they mashed food up into a pulp and fed it to babies on a spoon.

Very quickly, these things became normal; as normal as, in the beginning, it was normal for babies to be close to their Mums and their milk. It was just what happened to babies.

But some Mums worked out that their own milk was much better for their babies than the changed cows’ milk.

And yet, when they tried to feed their babies, strange things happened. Baby sucked in a strange way and hurt Mum’s breast because it was used to sucking on a fake nipple. Baby did not gain weight because it was not at the breast often enough. Baby would cry in its wheeled contraption because it liked the smell of Mum’s milk and wanted to be close to Mum’s breast. Mum got very tired from walking to and from the baby’s bed in the middle of the night. Baby took less milk than it needed because it was eating pulped and mashed food early on.

And when this happened, what did the clever men say?

“We told you all along. Mum’s milk just isn’t good enough. Babies should drink our changed cows’ milk. Your baby will then gain weight, stop crying all the time, your breasts will stop hurting, you will not be tired in the night as your baby will start sleeping and you will be able to control the amount of food your baby has.”

Reluctantly*, the majority of these Mums stopped giving their babies their own milk.

Why didn’t anyone tell these Mums that all that was needed for a baby to get Mum’s milk was for a baby to be close to its Mum and her milk all of the time?**

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*Nine out of 10 women in the UK who stopped breastfeeding before their baby was six weeks old did not want to stop. This is a shocking statistic.

**Of course there are medical reasons why women are unable to breastfeed and no I’m not going to add the usual “though this is incredibly rare” caveat because it’s hard to know where a medical reason ends and a cultural reason starts. This little story is obviously very simplistic and is to illustrate just a few of the cultural reasons that make breastfeeding difficult. (Of course, the one I’ve not covered is separation at birth and highly medicalised births. Another time, perhaps.)

Of husbands and partners – something only he can do

November 16, 2007

In my last post I asked the question of how we counteract the idea that a non-lactating husband or partner can only really bond with the baby when they are allowed total care of the baby, including the feeding.

It’s easy to give pat answers like “he can bath baby, change nappies etc”. But none of this, really, gives the same feeling of bonding as having complete and utter charge of a tiny little thing, having to make every single decision and carry each one out.

I had been pondering this for ages and had been going round in circles. And then I got back from breastfeeding support group and handed baby B to dh. “He needs his Dad now,” I said, which means, “he needs you to take him onto the rocking chair and get him to sleep in that way that only you are able to“.

And then I had a lightbulb moment. It isn’t about trying to make the Mum and Dad have exactly the same experience of the baby. Mum has something that she, and only she, can do. Breastfeed the baby. And although I find it comforting to express occasionally so I always have a few ounces in the freezer “just in case” (if something dreadful happened on my driving lesson and I couldn’t get back for ages, or even like the other week when I couldn’t stop vomiting) it’s not like dh and I share the feeding in any way.

Why not look for something Dad, and only Dad, can do, in the same way?

In the comments section under my last post, Half Pint Pixie (blog on the right under personal blogs) talked about her dh being able to settle baby to sleep through his warmth, in a way she couldn’t.

Dr Sears writes of the neck nestle, a type of babywearing only Dads can do.

What else do Dads have that Mums don’t? Deeper voices; Dad can sing to the baby to settle him/her. Big hairy chests; Dad can snuggle baby onto his warm fuzzy chest and rock the baby to sleep, skin to skin. There must be more things that need a uniquely fatherly touch… and it’s not just about being male. Each individual will bring to babycare something unique; something only they can do.

My dh was always better at burping baby B in the early days when he had lots of wind. Don’t know what it was but he just had a knack I couldn’t learn. Dh is better at cooking than I am so baby B’s solid foods are almost exclusively dh’s.  (And with baby-led weaning that means delicious steaks, chicken in a leek sauce, con carni…)

I think this could be something that counters the “men must give a bottle to bond” argument. Only women can breastfeed, but only men can Dad-nurse.

It’s about finding that one thing – or more – that only they can do.

Suggestions for Dad-nursing?