Ok, maybe I'm secretly a hippy. After having a baby this new side of me came out that I never knew existed. After reading a book about how Amish women have their babies I decided to go to a midwife to have mine delivered. I also decided I wanted my birth to be drug-free. At the birthing classes through my midwives Eric and I learned about waterbirths. Judah was delivered underwater and drug-free. Although I planned to have a waterbirth with Samuel we didn't make it in time, but his birth was also drug-free. For my next baby I really hope we own a house because (I know it sounds crazy), but I would LOVE to have a homebirth. I wouldn't have to worry about making it to the hospital, having nurses wake me up all night, and I would be in my own home.
Before Judah was born I also knew I would breastfeed and I wanted to do it for at least a year. I wanted to breastfeed because I had read about how healthy it is: all the vitamins, immunities, decreases ear infections, increases iq, and helps mom lose weight. A couple of my friends were unable to breastfeed, so I wasn't one of the "you MUST breastfeed" nazi types. But, I knew that breastfeeding was definitely for me!
After Judah was born and I actually started breastfeeding I would have near-panic attacks when I had to breastfeed in public. When Judah was 3 weeks old we took him to the night service at church for the first time. He woke up and was hungry, but I was hoping he could wait until the service was over to eat. He started crying, so I got out my blanket and ATTEMPTED to feed him while he continued to cry. My pastor heard Judah (as everyone in the sanctuary did) and said "Judah is going to be a preacher" and, of course, the whole church turned around to look at us. I freaked out and told Eric I was never going to church again. Well, that obviously didn't happen, but I did continue to FREAK OUT everytime I had to feed Judah in public. It was bad, I am not exaggerating!
I knew that my anxiety was not good for Judah or for me. I feel bad now about making him cry, go hungry, or just knowing how anxious I was. So, before having Samuel I came up with a plan. I would use a nursing cover (made by my incredibly talented friend Jenna). This nursing cover is kind of like an apron. It has a tie that goes around your neck, so it can't fall down and the baby can't pull it down. And, my favorite part is that it has boning, so you can see your baby and make sure they are positioned correctly. Then, I decided I would nurse my baby whenever he was hungry and if this "bothered" someone they could just get over it. Obviously, you can't see anything and my baby is hungry for crying outloud! I just remember that I need to be more concerned with my baby than everyone else.
So, when I read this article is REALLY bothered me! How can someone be offended by a picture of a breastfeeding baby on BABYTALK magazine!?!? I'm surprised how many times we've had to turn the tv off because of sexual content (we don't even have cable!). And, people are offended at this? Ridiculous, truly ridiculous.