Friday, March 29, 2013

Breast is Best, and I am the worst.

If I could sum up the most important thing I have learned in my almost three years of parenting, it would be “Don’t judge.” I’m not by nature a merciful person. I tend not to give myself much grace, nor others either, and that has caused me a lot of frustration over the years. I’d like to think I’m improving on that front, and much of that is due to the hard-knocks education of surviving my children’s early years.
Maybe it started with the fact that I couldn’t breastfeed Rose. Breastfeeding is a big deal these days. The tables have turned over the past couple of decades, and now it seems the breastfeeders have claimed the moral high ground and feel justified in declaring (or at least privately basking in) their superiority over their bottle-feeding comrades. I probably would have taken that route myself had it not been for the cleft palate thing. My baby was 100% unable to breastfeed, and the only way to keep her alive was to let go of the vision I had of my baby peacefully nursing in bed with me and instead to embrace 2 AM dates with my Medela Pump-in-Style (I’m not sure I will ever hate any sound as much as that of the rhythmic electric sucking of that infernal machine), while my husband was the one sleeping on the couch with my newborn by his side, getting to be the one to nourish and bond with her by painstakingly squirting tiny amounts of milk into her mouth in rhythm with her instinctual but ineffective attempts to suck.
It was a few months before I stopped crying about my own sense of loss, and several more before I could let go of my desire to explain myself to everyone who saw me offering her a bottle in public. I wanted them to know how well I had prepared myself for a nursing relationship that turned out not to be possible, how hard I had worked to give her as much pumped milk as I could, how hard it was to feed a special needs baby…but as it turns out, it’s rather awkward to start volunteering that information to perfect strangers.
So I would sit there feeling ashamed and misunderstood. In some cases, I’m sure I projected all those attitudes from my own insecurity and people were really thinking nothing of it. But I know my own prideful heart, so I would be naïve to think I wasn’t sometimes right. I’m sure I was boosting some people’s ego by my apparent lack of concern for giving my child the very best.
So the first lesson I learned was the importance of giving others the benefit of the doubt. Even though I was blessed enough to be able to have a wonderful nursing relationship with my second baby (one that is still thriving at 14 months and that I cherish every day), those first couple of months of extreme pain and exhaustion reminded me that breastfeeding, even when it ends up working, is rarely as simple as just deciding to go for it. Without a great support system, in less-than-ideal circumstances, or in those cases where the baby or the mother’s body simply won’t cooperate, I can 100% understand why someone would decide that it’s not the best choice for their family to keep fighting the battle. Families with newborns are nearly always under tremendous pressures of various kinds, and there may be things they have to prioritize above their desire to nurse. We never know what someone else is going through.
The other lesson I learned is that I can’t really justify my own parenting choices, or anything else in my life, to others and expect them to understand. We will all be misunderstood frequently, by many people, for many of our choices. The desire to feel superior to others and to justify ourselves at their expense is central to our fallen human nature. We can and must work hard to tame that pride within ourselves, over and over, as we repeatedly fail to approach others with the proper grace. And we cannot expect others to have conquered that in themselves. We have to live with knowing that other people will never fully approve of us, and that that is ok, because we do not have to answer to them (unless they ask us, in which case we can unload all of our cleft palate back story). There is so much freedom in letting go of that Mommy Shame, even for the thousandth time.
Breastfeeding, or the lack thereof, has been just one of many aspects of childrearing that have shown me how little control I have and how unable I am to handle, much less thrive in the midst of, parenting two small children. I could go on about my failure to have the natural childbirth I wanted to pursue, or about my failure to have either of children sleeping through the night by their first birthday, or about 18 months of futile potty training, or about how my home can go from spotless to health hazard in just 48 hours when my housekeepers leave for the weekend, or about disregarding the warning on the Bumbo seat and sending my 8-month-old plummeting head first from the kitchen counter…Suffice it to say, I am nowhere close to having it all together, despite my quest to get that magical snapshot of toddler-management bliss and frame it and pretend that our life is actually like that. I have two domestic employees and a fantastically supportive husband, and I can still barely make it through the day.
There is a part of me that will always long to be that mom who is the embodiment of all the calm collectedness of Supernanny, the creativity of Martha Stewart, and the domestic charm of June Cleaver. But all things considered, I guess I would rather be the frazzled mommy learning slowly and imperfectly to embody the grace of Jesus Christ, accepting it for myself and extending it to others. May I always endeavor to let Him work in me.


  1. Preach it sister! You've got loads more experience than I do but I can certainly 'Amen' this post. And thank you for a mommy whose breastfeeding dreams went unrealized, I still need to let go of the Mommy Shame - every single time I see the words 'Breastfeeding is best for babies' looking down their nose at me on the outside of the formula can. Yes, I know, I am the worst. Thank you very much! Also, just look at your kids - they are adorable and vibrant and ridiculously intelligent. You are a success! Love you Erin!

  2. Well said, Erin! You have aptly stated the frustration of every young mother I know. It took me years to learn to receive and extend grace, so you are way ahead on the things that really matter. The most important thing you can give to your children is love, and in that you are a great success! Embrace the chaos along with the children! It's all a part of life and makes for great stories when the kids are older.
    Love you guys!

  3. Every time you speak, I think I identify with you more. I had the same issue, only with a mommy-ended physical impairment. So, yeah, I know the awkwardness of trying to explain to people why I'm formula feeding. As if I need to! Yet, I'd find myself doing it, time and time again. Grace is my new word focus actually. I'm just as hard on myself as anyone.

  4. um, do u read our blog? hope my breastfeeding post lately wasn't guilt inducing!!! i'm nursing lucia at 2 years now but my experience was rougher with oli. my milk dried up when he was only 2 months old,bc of being pregnant again, exhausted, stressed with language school. i tried everything, drinking gallons of water each day, getting more calcium, even eating quite a few obscure plants my indonesian friends told me would help. in the end, i had to start bottle feeding for him to gain any i too felt terrible bottle feeding in public!!!...and everytime i'd buy formula with the warning on the container that said asi terbaik "breast milk is best!" ps. am totally on board with what you said...i have an amazingly supportive spouse, a house helper, and i too barely can make it thru a lot of days!!! but june cleaver and martha stewart aren't living in africa, also they don't have two toddlers.:)