Advocate vs Militant

It’s easy to be a militant breastfeeder. It’s easy to sit on the sidelines and say “oh you should have done this” or “you obviously didn’t want it badly enough” or “formula sucks and  I’d rather use donor milk than give rat poison to my baby.”

Yup. Judging people is easy.

Sitting next to the mother crying because her milk has dried up completely is hard. Comforting the mother who lives in poverty and has to go back to work, desperately wants to nurse but can’t get a pump because WIC doesn’t consider work a “need,” that’s hard. Counseling with the adoptive mother for whom induced lactation didn’t work tears at your heart.

Hearing someone judge a mother I’ve worked with directly and telling her she didn’t do enough…well, it pisses me off. And it’s not like I feel my work is being criticized. Hardly. I see the mother herself start questioning again. Just when she’s feeling confident again as a mother and a woman.

The fact of the matter is, not all women can breastfeed whether its because of physical problems or her life circumstances.

A true breastfeeding advocate will see this. A militant breastfeeder shoots off her mouth and destroys relationships with a single blow.

It takes far more work and compassion to be an advocate.

I’ve said it so many times: You don’t know the story behind the bottle. Did the mom not get support and she’s weaned completely? Did the mom have breast surgery? Is she not comfortable with breastfeeding in public? Is that the biological mom at all?

To be honest, I do judge one type of mom with a baby bottle. The mom who is feeding her infant/toddler/preschooler soda or koolaid or sweet tea. No, I can’t support that. Nor do I advocate supporting that.


The breastfeeding advocate’s greatest strength is in listening and giving advice and then…letting go. Find out what mom’s goals are. If she doesn’t plan on breastfeeding at all, suggest she just try and see where it goes. What’s the worst that can happen? She decides it works and keeps going? Or she decides it doesn’t and is satisfied with that. In the end, it’s about showing support to the woman. Maybe next time she’ll decide to breastfeed longer.

So much talk is given to letting breastfeeding be seen as normal. Let young people see it.  Don’t cover up. Be open and vocal.

That’s great in theory, but we have a society full of body myths and young women who are truly uncomfortable in their own skin. What happens when the only exposure to breastfeeding a young expectant mother who is insecure in herself as a woman has is to a nursing toddler or preschooler? There’s a good chance it won’t evoke those maternal instincts. Completely backfires.

This is when the advocate is needed rather than the militant. The militant fires off her mouth in a barrage of “you shoulds” and “if you don’ts.” The expectant mother tunes out any useful information. The advocate builds a relationship. The advocate lets the mother know her friendship is not contingent upon breastfeeding. She gives information and support to the mother, no matter what.

I saw this very scenario play out recently. Very young mom with no intention to breastfeed, her only exposure being to a “hippy” type. But her resident hippy was an advocate who shared, but wasn’t pushy. She laid the groundwork for the lactation consultant at the hospital…someone with “authority”…to finally convince mom it was worth it just to try.

I’m not saying it’s wrong to have militant feelings, but don’t cross the line into being a breastfeeding bitch. That doesn’t do anything for the cause.


Alive and Kicking!

Don’t worry, this blog is still alive and kicking. And it’s in serious need of a butt kicking. I’ve been neglectful.

One of my goals for the new year is to breath new life in to this blog.

I still welcome guest posts and would love your feedback. And the blog’s voice may chance a bit over the coming  year as I really tweak things and give this blog what it deserves.  It may become more lactivist and information oriented in supporting women and breastfeeding.


Thanks for your continued support.

What’s in a name?

I’ve always heard that you need to stop breastfeeding as soon as baby can ask for. That’s silly because as soon as a baby is born, she asks for it by crying!

But I’ve also never been one to listen to what people say. That’s why I’m still nursing one of my kids far longer than I ever thought I would. She’s my average kid when it comes to weaning. Average as in I’m hoping she’ll wean before we go longer than the world-wide average age for weaning.

What I find amazing is that each of my children have come up with different names for nursing.

My oldest weaned before he could talk (he didn’t talk til he was 2), but the other kids have come up with some doozies!

#2: Beep Beep. At first, we thought she was saying baby and pointing to my nipples. No, she said Beep Beep like a car horn and would smash them with a big grin on her face.  Yes, my boobs look like a horn.

#3 MaBoos Pretty self explanatory, I think. Mom’s Boobs in toddler speak.

#4 Mmmmm She was a sweetie about it. It was just “mama, I want some mmm”

#5 Ha In her little toddler speak, she’d nurse then try to say “ahhhh” except she’d say “haaaaa” And she still calls them Ha.

#6 LuLu Not sure why, but baby girl excitedly says this over and over when she wants to nurse. The only other things she says are CatCat, This and Tickle Tickle.

I am curious to hear what your children have called nursing!

A Blog is Born

Welcome to the opening of the new blog!

This blog was born in the summer. It was a long gestation…I’ve been either growing a tiny human inside my womb or at my breasts for 14 years. Every single day for 14 years. As I met with other women, we’d discuss the challenges of breastfeeding  and the horrible, intrusive and rude things complete strangers and family members would say. Very little attention has been given to the happy stories: moms overcoming obstacles, nurses and doctors giving good advice, the funny things that happen when you’re nursing. And so, this blog was born.

This is not a place to complain. This is a place to rejoice and celebrate the milestones, big and small.

Since I’ve been nursing for so long, I have an arsenal of stories. Crazy things happen to me. My other blog is a testament to the insanity that is my life. This blog will be open for you to share your stories, as well. You may submit them by emailing me at