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Breastfeeding and Sexuality

22 Sunday Apr 2012

Posted by DoulaSummer in breastfeeding, mothering, nursing, toddler breastfeeding

≈ 8 Comments

I recently read an article on the People blog about Selma Blair nursing in public.  In it, she basically said she was going to feed her baby when he’s hungry and if that bothers you, well, so be it.  When I read that, I thought it pretty much summed up my thoughts, although I *try* to be a little more diplomatic than that most of the time.  Usually.  Some of the time.

Then, I read the comments.  Stupid, stupid me.  When my friend posted a link to the story, I read her friends comments.  Again, stupid me.  Two of the “arguments” make me want to beat my head against the wall.  Repeatedly.  Here they are:

1.  “I don’t want my husband to see another woman’s breast.”or “My husband saw her breasts!” or anything along those lines.  It always makes me think that there must be husbands/boyfriends/partners out there having a reaction to nursing that goes something like this:

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So, here’s the thing.  My husband sees other women’s breasts (well, if you want to get technical about it, he sees portions of their breasts) all. the. time. and I’m okay with it.  I’m okay with it because my husband does not turn into some sex-obsessed, crazy lunatic unable to control himself when exposed to a breast…especially when there’s a baby attached.  I think we’re all pretty safe from each others husbands, unless they reacted like picture above..in which case, you have bigger problems than exposed breasts to deal with!

Have you ever watched a mother nursing her child?  Sure, as newborns they probably lay there suckling quietly and contentedly, but by the time they reach a few months of age, they may be doing a number of things that distract from the act of nursing itself.  In my own personal experience, they have: mashed various parts of my boobs, flopped a leg or arm around repeatedly, bobbed their heads back and forth (which results in a very stretched out version of my areola and nipple), and more.  Also, my husband doesn’t get all hot and bothered when he sees me nurse our son….and at home, I have a tendency to just flop those babies out, take my sweet time getting them into baby’s mouth and, occasionally, not notice when he’s become distracted and is not actually nursing anymore.  Not once has my husband said to me, “Honey, I love looking at your breasts.  I want to have sex now after watching you nurse.”  In fact, I have tried to get him in the mood as I was nursing a kid to sleep (you know, a little tease of guess what I want to do when this kid is out?  wink, wink) and you know what happened?  He was grossed out!  Because there was a kid attached and that’s just NOT sexy!  Nursing a baby/toddler/kid is a motherly act and most men don’t want to sleep with any version of a mother (okay, they may want to sleep with a mother, but not while she’s mothering!).  Guess what?  My friend sitting there nursing her son is also a mother!  My husband isn’t leering at her breasts, thinking how he wants to bounce his face off them….he’s probably thinking that our son does exactly the same foot wiggle or “nursing gymnastics”.  At some point, we have to decide whether our men are neanderthals or not.  We can’t have it both ways ladies!  Either they have a rational brain with logical thought or they are still beating us over the head with a club and dragging us home.  Which is it?

In case that wasn’t enough of a rant for you, I’d like to point out that I have now nursed four children in public (no, not all at the same time!).  That’s at least seven years, so far, of exposing my breast to countless people.  In that time, I have NEVER seen a man staring at my breast.  NEVER.  In seven years.  The only times I have seen men even glancing sideways at my breasts have been when there was no kid in sight *and* they were completely covered up.  What is the suggestion then?  Cut them off?

What I have encountered, once, was a teenage boy who saw me nursing in Wal-Mart.  He asked his mom about, she was uncomfortable and complained about me.  (Click here to read my FB note about it, which I tweaked a bit and sent to the editor of our local paper)  Which brings me to the second argument….

2.  “I don’t want my teenage boy seeing that” or “I don’t want to explain that to my teenage boy”.  Whuck??  Okay, I’ll admit it, I may be a bit biased in my opinion of this.  I am not now, nor have I ever been, a teenage boy.  I do, however, have numerous male cousins, two younger brothers and three sons…all of whom have seen my breasts.

What I’ve never understood is why it can’t just be explained to the kid what’s happening?  Oh, the shame!  The horror!  That mother is feeding her baby!  With her breast!  Believe it or not, the sight of a mother breastfeeding her baby is not earth-shaking news, nor should it be.  It’s only a big deal because we make it a big deal.

If you find this sight acceptable..

Why not this?

What a tremendous learning opportunity to waste.  What if, instead of shunning the mother, admonishing the boy for looking or the myriad of other negative responses, it was calmly explained that the reason we have breasts are to feed our babies?  How would that change our culture?

Furthermore, if we take the first opportunity our sons give us to teach them about proper infant feeding and turn into something shameful or disgusting, what are we doing to their future children?  What are they going to think when their wives want to nurse their babies?

And, finally, there is one other reason to proudly nurse our children where and when they are hungry, to teach our children (and husbands) that it is normal:  Breasts are for feeding babies!

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Nursing Gallery

27 Monday Feb 2012

Posted by DoulaSummer in breastfeeding, mothering, nursing, toddler breastfeeding, Uncategorized

≈ 5 Comments

In honor of the end of our nursing relationship, I’d like to share some of my favorite nursing photos.  I feel honored to have fabulously gifted photographer friends who have taken numerous pictures of my family.  For many years, I had very few family photos…I’ve always been “in the moment” too much to remember to snap a photo for later.  I cherish these photos, and know that they will become even more precious over time.  Enjoy!

At our homeschool playgroup (please excuse the strange look on my face!)
At my friend’s house
St. Pat’s Parade, 2010

Nursing while in labor
At our wedding reception

Operation No More Nursing, The End (Or Is It a Beginning?)

27 Monday Feb 2012

Posted by DoulaSummer in breastfeeding, motherhood, mothering, tandem nursing, toddler breastfeeding, Uncategorized, weaning

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Operation No More Nursing, Day One, Day Two, Day Three, Day Four, Day Five, Day Six

He did it!   He slept in the living room, all by himself, all night long.  I heard him rustle awake, go to the bathroom, then come climb into our bed and fall back asleep!  Wow!

Even though we’ve come to the end of our immediate “no nursing” fix, I know there will be more days ahead of asking, distractions and probably even a few more fits (about nursing).  It’s incredible how strong a habit this is for both of us.  As an example, this morning he plopped up on my lap and requested to nurse.  I was distracted by the computer and started to lift my shirt before realizing what I was doing.  Oops!  Thank goodness I quickly came to my senses, but the damage had been done.  I gave him a glimmer of hope and he was not at all happy when I took it away.  Poor little guy.  😦

I think he may not feel well (again) today.  He’s been sluggish and Daddy has an upset stomach…will we ever be well again?!!  Unfortunately, this means putting off our video game excursion another day.  Luckily, he’s been okay with that and hasn’t really asked much about it, but I feel bad that he’s done so well and still not gotten his reward!

I was thinking in the shower about what I’ve learned through this:

1.  Not nursing is SO MUCH BETTER than nursing and hating it.

2.  Even though he’s super independent and, in many ways, seems quite a bit older than his three years, my guy still needs his mama more than I realized.

3.  We can make it through those rough spots using other “tools” in our “toolbox”.

4.  I like my guy more when I’m not annoyed that he’s trying to grab my boobs all the time.

It’s funny how quickly the bad feelings melt away.  It’s only been one week and I already am looking back on our nursing relationship with fondness (not enough to nurse him again, though!).  I guess it’s sort of like having a baby…once the baby’s there, the pain and hard work of the last few hours seems to melt away in an instant.  We gaze at these majestic little beings, seeing nothing but them, sometimes for weeks on end.  I’m trying to remember that feeling when it gets hard…remember the adorable little baby with chubby cheeks and a mound of hair.  Remember the way my heart swelled and tears sprang that first gaze.  These are the memories that come to mind now when I hold him.  We’re moving forward, our relationship constantly changing, but I can feel this endearing love and awe towards him again.

Our nursing relationship may have come to an end, but the next chapter in our story is just beginning….

Loving Gaze

Operation No More Nursing, Day Six

26 Sunday Feb 2012

Posted by DoulaSummer in breastfeeding, motherhood, mothering, tandem nursing, toddler breastfeeding, Uncategorized, weaning

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Operation No More Nursing, Day One, Day Two, Day Three, Day Four, Day Five

He slept with Daddy all night long on the pull-out!  M and I enjoyed the luxuriousness of just one adult and one baby…can you imagine all the room we had?!  Anyway, C was stirring when we went out to the living room.  He woke up happy!  He seemed to think it was pretty cool that he slept with Daddy in the living room.

We didn’t go anywhere all day, so we had more than a few times of asking to nurse.  Each time, though, he accepted something else.  His chart is now FULL of stickers, all from today!  He didn’t put any on there Wednesday, Thursday or Friday, but today he decided it was lacking and used up the rest of the Toy Story ones.  He seems to have forgotten about his prize, which was okay because we need another day to get rid of all the sick germs before we head out.

In the evening, he threw his unwanted tangerine strings on the floor.  I started to tell him to pick them up, but caught myself and asked him instead.  He told me no.  I explained that those needed to be in the trash and that he should pick them up, since he’s the one who threw them on the floor.  He yelled “NO!  I will NOT pick those up.  You put them on the floor and you have to pick them up!”  I asked him why he yelled at me and he told me that he was angry at me just like I was angry at him yesterday.  Wow.  I was a bit stunned by this.  So, we talked about being angry, how I did get angry, why I got angry, why he was now angry and on and on.  In the end, I told him that I would be happy to help him by picking up the strings, but that I wanted him to ask me nicely (which he did).

I guess I don’t have much else to report today, just a mellow stay-at-home day.  He requested to sleep on the couch all by himself tonight, informing us that he’s a “big boy” and because of that he won’t get scared.  I guess we’re going to try it, although for some reason the idea of him on the couch by himself seems scary to me.  Or maybe it’s just one of those pangs that he’s growing up quickly, right before my eyes.

Operation No More Nursing, Day Five

25 Saturday Feb 2012

Posted by DoulaSummer in breastfeeding, motherhood, mothering, tandem nursing, toddler breastfeeding, Uncategorized, weaning

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Operation No More Nursing, Day One, Day Two, Day Three, Day Four

**LANGUAGE WARNING**

This morning, he woke up and went out to the living room…all by himself!  I followed him, of course, ready to head off any potential upsets before they happened.  But, they didn’t!

He did wake in the night, however, and proceed to scream that he wanted mama (who was laying right beside him) for about thirty minutes.  Incredible Hulk, oops, I mean my husband, went out into the living room before he became too angry.  There’s just something about getting woken up in the middle that turns this loving father into a big, green meanie.  Luckily, we’ve had enough of these nights to recognize it now and he just goes into the living room until C/he calms down.  If you haven’t experienced these night wakings (I somehow managed to make it through two kids without having one!), they are AWFUL.  Basically, he wakes up crying and/or screaming, and not only is there nothing anyone can do to make it better, but anything we try will most likely result in a longer, louder screaming session.  His eyes are sometimes open, sometimes he can answer us back, but he doesn’t seem to really be there, in his body.  He doesn’t seem afraid of anything either, just totally freaking out.  In any case, it’s happened enough now that we know to try leaving him alone first.  Sometimes this works and he falls back asleep.  Sometimes, though, it doesn’t and we spend the next half hour to hour alternating between snapping at each other, trying to soothe him and wanting to scream/cry ourselves.  It sucks.  Last night was a doozy.  He was so loud my ears were ringing.  His baby brother will either be deaf by one year old or will sleep through hurricanes.  Then, he asked me to calm him down.  Like we did the day before.  Could it be?  Is he getting it?  I don’t care, he’s asking and we’re going back to sleep!

I knew the morning was going to be rough, but it wasn’t.  He asked to nurse once, with his hand up my shirt already, but quickly accepted my answer.  He didn’t even want to put a sticker on the chart.  I guess he’s tired of that already.

We had to go to the grocery store today and while he had been fine all morning, I was leery of getting him out again after yesterday’s awful fits.  Today’s a new day, though, right?  Right?!?  So, off we went.

Our first stop went pretty well.  He wants to walk now instead of ride in the cart and while that makes my shopping/parenting job infinitely more difficult (Have you ever tried to keep an eye on the toddler while carrying the 30lb. baby and trying to follow your shop list?  It isn’t as easy as it sounds, trust me.), but I try to acquiesce in the smaller stores.  I only needed a few things, so I let him walk and it went okay.  He only ran ahead once or twice and we were done quickly.  Next up, Aldi.  No walking here!  Even on a good day, the stacks of food are just not toddler-friendly.  We made it in/out in record time (I actually stuck to my list), again without incident.  Last on our trip was Wal-Mart.  Does anyone else see where I made my fatal mistake???

I agreed to let him walk in Wal-Mart because we only needed three things.  THREE!  First, we headed to the bathroom.  C loves the little seat in the big stall at the front.  He’ll play with that the entire time I’m doing my business, instead of trying to lay on the floor and see into the next stall (which, for some reason, seems to bother people).  After that, we started making our way to the food section.  I guess I should interject that Wal-Mart makes me insane.  The sheer amount of people, even on a slow day, boggles my mind.  In addition to that, the lighting makes me eyes hurt and my brain fuzzy.  Seriously.  If you’ve ever run into me there and I looked like a zombie, just know that the second I stepped outside the store, I returned to my normal-frazzled state. 😉

But I digress…

My three items turned into five, resulting in L carrying a few things while I balanced C, M and two bags of frozen chicken (eww!).  When we got to the checkout, C informed us that he needed to pee.   Great.  Thank goodness for older children that help out, even though they shouldn’t have to (because they’re kids, too, you know) and don’t really want to.  Here’s where the day started going to shit.  As they head towards the bathroom, I feel my breath unclench slightly…a few seconds of peace….and then I look over to see C flailing around as L tries desperately to herd him towards to bathroom door.  She’s obviously frustrated (can I blame her?) and I, being the fabulous mom I am, head right over to help, right?  NOPE!  I give her a look that says, “WTF?”  She looks back at me, with daggers, and says she’s trying.  The dude in front of me kind of chuckles at this interchange.  I debate for a quick second whether I should head over there, but instead decide to hold my place (I’m *almost* there) and pretend as if I don’t know those crazy people.  Don’t worry, if the shit had really hit the fan, I would have gone over there.  She got him to the bathroom, though, and I didn’t hear either one of them screaming.  When I finished paying, I went to check on them.  No screams, that’s a good sign!  I opened the door and ask if everything is okay.  L answers with a resigned “no” and informs me that he’s upset because she flushed the toilet when he wanted to, and is on the floor.  Now, if you ever read Rants From Mommyland (which you totally should be), you know that they can turn these situations into the spit-your-coffee-everywhere kind of funny.  However, I found this more along the lines of pull-my-hair-out-then-go-on-a-permanent-vacation kind of not-even-close-to-funny.  I ask him what’s wrong, I offer options, I go through the laundry list of everything I just happened to read about yesterday on this blog.  Then, when I see that nothing is working and we are quickly losing it (all while on the floor of the public restroom), I think screw this and pick him up.  Now, though, all bets are off and he begins throwing a fit in earnest.  All of the sudden, I want to lay on the floor, writhing around, screaming “It’s not fair!  I’m using the techniques!  This shit is for the birds, screw gentle discipline and I give up”, but I don’t.  I calmly carry my screaming, kicking child out the bathroom door and head to the exit with poor L following closely behind (now carrying all the groceries, her bag and my purse).  He says (screams) that he wants to walk and so I set him down and say, “Great!  Let’s walk”, to which he responds by throwing himself on the floor and screaming even louder.  Up we go.  By this point, I can feel the adrenaline and anger building.  I am frustrated, but I also know that I still have to get him in the car to go home.  Having been through this just yesterday, I start attempting to calm him down.  I acknowledge that he’s upset, why he’s upset, how we have to go home now and we’re going to get in the car seat.  No dice.  We get to the car and I set him in, causing an uproar of tears and yelling.  He says he wants to get in himself, so I say okay and set him down.  More screaming.  He wants to go back inside and flush the toilet.  I explain that it’s now time to go.  More screaming and flopping.  Fuck.  I pick him up and try to plop him in the car seat, as he is using all of his considerable strength to push back.  The next fifteen minutes involved more screaming, crying (at one point, both of us had tears in our eyes), kicking and holding down.  I explained what I was doing, why I was doing it and why it had to be done.  It was taking every ounce of self-control to do this.  While my exterior was somewhat calm, my mind was whirling.  These are the types of situations where children get beaten, I think.  This is how it begins and if he doesn’t stop screaming and kicking me, I am going to hit him! Why won’t he just get in the fucking seat?!  I don’t care what the research says, screw his future self…his self-esteem, whatever, they can all suck it.  I just want him to stop.  I just want to buy some damn groceries without being screamed at, kicked at or anything else.  Just walk beside me, hold my hand and do AS I SAY.  One time!* Click.  The last part of the car seat clicked into place.  I told him I loved him, I was sorry he was upset and that we were going home now.  Then, I shut the door.

He cried most of the way home.  By the time we got home, though, you would never know what had happened earlier.  He spent the rest of the day and evening playing pleasantly with his brother.  He asked to nurse a few times, but happily accepted juice or water as a substitute.  He and Daddy decided to sleep on the pull-out bed together, so hopefully that goes well.  As far as nursing (or not, as the case may be), it was a super easy day.  He’s been loving; a nice ending to a hard day.  He’s also made some of his infamous “Colinisms”, which has been fun.  I like ending the day on a happy note, remembering how much I love him and *almost* forgetting how frustrating dealing with him can sometimes be.

 

*  My husbandread this portion and suggested I leave it out because it sounds so awful.  I am choosing to leave it in because I think it’s a) an accurate description of what I was *thinking* in the heat of the moment and b) important to be honest that raising kids can be difficult.  While I applaud those parents who have never felt pushed to the brink of sanity by their children, that is not/has not been my experience.  Nothing, and I do mean NOTHING, pushes me faster than my children.  Does this mean I don’t love them? No!  It means I’m human, with human emotions and human shortcomings.  Presenting myself as anything other than this does a disservice to other parents who have been there.  Most of us accept that *adult* relationships are difficult, take lots of work, etc., etc. and yet, when we discuss parent-child relationships, it is unacceptable to think they, too, take the same work and present the same difficulties….which seems idiotic when we think that (presumably) both adults have logic, know right from wrong and so on, while children are still learning these things.  For me, recognizing and acknowledging the more challenging parts of parenting is the key to being able to work through them.  It is key to creating an authentic relationship not only with my children, but also the world around us.*

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