Anony..NO

There are a few little issues floating around the place over the last week or so. My thoughts have been bubbling around. I probably wouldn’t have had anything to say to these recycled arguments. People just don’t seem to know when to shut up and mind their own business.  Or more politely they don’t remember being taught if you don’t have anything nice to say don’t say it at all. That rule doesn’t apply when the other people have said stupid things first so here I go.

First – Anonymity, and how the lack of it affects my children.

Seriously? My kids are growing up in the digital age, not the land of the commodore 64 and the floppy disk.  The older two both have Facebook and if you’ve never seen the rubbish that teens in general put on Facebook then pop off and have a look.

Okay educated? Anything I can put on here will be no more humiliating than anything that they have already put online themselves*

Would I put a photo up that my teenagers (or toddler potentially) didn’t like? No I wouldn’t.  Do I talk about things that are anything more than superficial? Not without discussing it with them first. Those naysayers that think they can’t possibly be informed enough to consent need to stop thinking of children as idiots. Both of my older children would pass a Gillick Competence test so they can decide something as simple as this, and they will always have veto** power. 

As for the pedophile-fear do you people seriously think that reading mommy blogs is how those cretins roll? There are places on the internet that they go to and if they were luring a child via parent it would be more likely to be through a dating site than through trawling blogs.  It’s an ill informed, today tonight level of journalism that has crept into societies’ subconscious and made you all scared of the boogeyman, or boat people or whatever else they’ve decided to shake their hate stick at this week.

I do not choose to be anonymous for several reasons.  Online is a community, it’s an ephemeral one but that doesn’t make it any less of a community.  I have made a conscious decision to genuinely be who I am in all areas of my life and being online is no exception to that rule. If anything I am slightly less filtered. But the key reason that I am not anonymous is that it I am held to a higher standard of behaviour when my name is attached.  Being anonymous makes it easy to pick at others and to not be accountable for your words and actions. While not every anon takes advantage of the cover anonymity provides but I have the feeling that many of those who hide behind anonymity would be a lot less brave if their name had to be attached. 

Second – Boobies

I no longer breastfeed as Eve self weaned, but you can be assured that when I did I breastfed in public, often GASP while walking around a shop with Eve in the sling.  Did anybody see my boobs? Who cares! If you saw my boobs the fact is you saw a third of the cleavage that was inappropriately on show when I was a teenager (actually less than that because I have had a breast reduction).

If you equate the breast to sexuality there is something wrong with your worldview and I suggest you hook up with a therapist to talk over your issues.  

Another point I’d like to make is the fact that somehow Kochie got involved in this whole blow up.  FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS WONDERFUL stop watching crap TV and listening to irrelevant toolboxes like him, you’ll be a lot happier and less afraid of the world around you I promise.

Boobies don’t bite, but if I catch you shaming a breastfeeding*** mother anywhere I WILL.

 

*My kids are actually pretty tame compared to a lot of their peers, possibly because they’ve had the digital footprint lecture seven thousand times now.

**They are also a litmus for judging whether Eve will be embarrassed by any content relating to her.

***Or a bottle feeding mother either, why the way a baby being fed is public domain is beyond me.

Bitter end

Over the weekend I’ve had to face that Eve’s last breastfeed passed unnoticed and unremarkable and her interest in my breasts is now purely for comfort and entertainment.*

To soften the blow I snuck in a disgusting cheeseburger but it just left me feeling a little empty and with a lot of heartburn, I don’t think I’ll be rushing back in to eating dairy products, tempting as it is to go get a sundae.

At fourteen months old I know we’ve had a reasonable run, my second child self weaned at the same age. But still I’m saddened, I was prepared and fought for extended breastfeeding this time around. My supply needed lots of help having had a breast reduction between children and I worked at it with diet and sheer bloody minded perseverance. We kept it going despite having to completely overhaul my diet due to Eve’s allergies because I firmly believe where possible breast is best. But now after over a week of no feeds and no interest here we are at the bitter end.

I’m bitter because Eve still wants the bottle, bitter because of the sharp drop off in feeding caused by immunisation and a little bitter that I didn’t realise we were done until it was too late, no last photo to mark the occasion.

All the same what a lovely experience to have shared, what a thing to behold my body first making a child and then sustaining that beautiful little life. Fourteen beautiful months of boosting her immunity and helping her to grow into the little bundle of energy she is. I am so grateful that we were lucky enough to feed at all even if my goals could not be met.

So while there is no record of the last here is the first feed, my tiny one at the breast so soon after emerging into this world.

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I’ll do my best to remember that the end sad for me as it is means that there was a beginning and a middle, which I was so fortunate to have.

*She really likes to blow raspberries on them for some reason, or just cling to them when she asleep.

Bitter end

Over the weekend I’ve had to face that Eve’s last breastfeed passed unnoticed and unremarkable and her interest in my breasts is now purely for comfort and entertainment.*
To soften the blow I snuck in a disgusting cheeseburger but it just left me feeling a little empty and with a lot of heartburn, I don’t think I’ll be rushing back in to eating dairy products, tempting as it is to go get a sundae.

At fourteen months old I know we’ve had a reasonable run, my second child self weaned at the same age. But still I’m saddened, I was prepared and fought for extended breastfeeding this time around. My supply needed lots of help having had a breast reduction between children and I worked at it with diet and sheer bloody minded perseverance. We kept it going despite having to completely overhaul my diet due to Eve’s allergies because I firmly believe where possible breast is best. But now after over a week of no feeds and no interest here we are at the bitter end.

I’m bitter because Eve still wants the bottle, bitter because of the sharp drop off in feeding caused by immunisation and a little bitter that I didn’t realise we were done until it was too late, no last photo to mark the occasion.

All the same what a lovely experience to have shared, what a thing to behold my body first making a child and then sustaining that beautiful little life. Fourteen beautiful months of boosting her immunity and helping her to grow into the little bundle of energy she is. I am so grateful that we were lucky enough to feed at all even if my goals could not be met.

So while there is no record of the last here is the first feed, my tiny one at the breast so soon after emerging into this world.

I’ll do my best to remember that the end sad for me as it is means that there was a beginning and a middle, which I was so fortunate to have.

*She really likes to blow raspberries on them for some reason, or just cling to them when she asleep.

Choosing between health and immunisation

I wasn’t sure if I was going to write about this as it wraps a few emotive topics together, but having been recently inspired to not keep my opinion to myself I feel I need to get this out there.

I have been pro immunisation for all my children. Having not been immunized fully as a child and then suffering through chicken pox, measles, mumps and rubella I didn’t want to put any of my children in a position of suffering the same. The older two did end up with chicken pox despite being immunized but all in all suffered no ill effects from the process.

My resolve was strengthened the night I spent in hospital pregnant with Eve after sharing a room with a lovely lady who suffered from post polio syndrome. Add to that the need for herd immunity and knowing immune compromised children and it was a pretty clear case for me.

But sometimes we are made to see things differently given time and different experiences. As some of you will know Eve is allergic to anything cow based, so along with dairy products and beef anything with gelatin or other cow based bits make her very unwell. This ranges from a very sore stomach and screaming for four days minimum, high mucous levels, terrible gassiness and snoring when I eat something with a small amount of cow product in it to what we have experienced for nearly a month now.

Just before Eve’s immunisation she had started sleeping through from 8.30pm to approximately 5.00am which was heaven given that she is not a sleeper. We still had a strong breastfeeding relationship and were slowly lessening the amount we supplemented with soy formula. We didn’t have screaming nights often as I spent a considerable amount of time label reading and restricting what she and I ate to ensure I didn’t trigger her allergy.

Every time we have been for Eve’s immunisation we have been asked about allergies and every time they have shrugged her allergies off. This time though a comment of ‘but she doesn’t use an epi pen’ did make me wonder.

It took a couple of weeks of Eve screaming at least hourly each night and her other symptoms showing to get me really thinking. At first I thought I must’ve eaten something wrong and wracked my brain regarding it but could think of nothing. I also noticed that she seemed to be weaning, but more than that she was at times of distress shoving the breast away but happily taking formula something that happens if I get an allergen in my system and pass it on to her.

I decided to try to find an ingredients listing for the immunisations she had, something that I have not been able to find on the documentation given to me at the health clinic. Sure enough every one of her immunisations contained gelatin and some have other cow products. This has made me furious. How on earth am I supposed to give informed consent when I haven’t been informed that allergens are a core component of something being injected into my child?

Where I go from here with Eve’s immunisation is unclear but as her 18 month round gets closer I feel even angrier that I am placed in this position. Knowing that she will suffer for at least a month is not acceptable to me and feeling very sure that the last set is what has made her begin weaning makes me incredibly sad. I’m troubled that medical professionals have so little respect for my knowledge and Eve’s body that they don’t even bother to warn me that they are going to jack her system up by flooding her with an allergen. The pressure is added to by the fact that I now have to have a doctor sign a from or lose access to child care benefit should I chose not to put Eve through pain again. But the most pressing is knowing that any further immunisation will be the final nail in the coffin for our breastfeeding relationship.

A relationship that I fought hard to establish having previously had a breast reduction, and hard to maintain due to Eve’s allergies meaning a strict and dramatic change to my personal eating habits. A relationship that I’d hoped to continue until at least the two year mark to optimize her gain from the breastfeeding, one that I didn’t give up when it became clear I needed to supplement. It is just so disappointing that it’s a choice between the health benefits of immunisation and those of breastfeeding.

I don’t know where this is going to lead me for Eve’s situation but I do hope putting this out here will help other parents in the same situation know they are not crazy and that their child is reacting for a reason.

I’m happy for people to comment and welcome opinions, even if they are not the same as mine I just ask if you are going to disagree please do it in an adult respectful way.

Choosing between health and immunisation

I wasn’t sure if I was going to write about this as it wraps a few emotive topics together, but having been recently inspired to not keep my opinion to myself I feel I need to get this out there.
I have been pro immunisation for all my children. Having not been immunized fully as a child and then suffering through chicken pox, measles, mumps and rubella I didn’t want to put any of my children in a position of suffering the same. The older two did end up with chicken pox despite being immunized but all in all suffered no ill effects from the process.

My resolve was strengthened the night I spent in hospital pregnant with Eve after sharing a room with a lovely lady who suffered from post polio syndrome. Add to that the need for herd immunity and knowing immune compromised children and it was a pretty clear case for me.

But sometimes we are made to see things differently given time and different experiences. As some of you will know Eve is allergic to anything cow based, so along with dairy products and beef anything with gelatin or other cow based bits make her very unwell. This ranges from a very sore stomach and screaming for four days minimum, high mucous levels, terrible gassiness and snoring when I eat something with a small amount of cow product in it to what we have experienced for nearly a month now.

Just before Eve’s immunisation she had started sleeping through from 8.30pm to approximately 5.00am which was heaven given that she is not a sleeper. We still had a strong breastfeeding relationship and were slowly lessening the amount we supplemented with soy formula. We didn’t have screaming nights often as I spent a considerable amount of time label reading and restricting what she and I ate to ensure I didn’t trigger her allergy.

Every time we have been for Eve’s immunisation we have been asked about allergies and every time they have shrugged her allergies off. This time though a comment of ‘but she doesn’t use an epi pen’ did make me wonder.

It took a couple of weeks of Eve screaming at least hourly each night and her other symptoms showing to get me really thinking. At first I thought I must’ve eaten something wrong and wracked my brain regarding it but could think of nothing. I also noticed that she seemed to be weaning, but more than that she was at times of distress shoving the breast away but happily taking formula something that happens if I get an allergen in my system and pass it on to her.

I decided to try to find an ingredients listing for the immunisations she had, something that I have not been able to find on the documentation given to me at the health clinic. Sure enough every one of her immunisations contained gelatin and some have other cow products. This has made me furious. How on earth am I supposed to give informed consent when I haven’t been informed that allergens are a core component of something being injected into my child?

Where I go from here with Eve’s immunisation is unclear but as her 18 month round gets closer I feel even angrier that I am placed in this position. Knowing that she will suffer for at least a month is not acceptable to me and feeling very sure that the last set is what has made her begin weaning makes me incredibly sad. I’m troubled that medical professionals have so little respect for my knowledge and Eve’s body that they don’t even bother to warn me that they are going to jack her system up by flooding her with an allergen. The pressure is added to by the fact that I now have to have a doctor sign a from or lose access to child care benefit should I chose not to put Eve through pain again. But the most pressing is knowing that any further immunisation will be the final nail in the coffin for our breastfeeding relationship.

A relationship that I fought hard to establish having previously had a breast reduction, and hard to maintain due to Eve’s allergies meaning a strict and dramatic change to my personal eating habits. A relationship that I’d hoped to continue until at least the two year mark to optimize her gain from the breastfeeding, one that I didn’t give up when it became clear I needed to supplement. It is just so disappointing that it’s a choice between the health benefits of immunisation and those of breastfeeding.

I don’t know where this is going to lead me for Eve’s situation but I do hope putting this out here will help other parents in the same situation know they are not crazy and that their child is reacting for a reason.

I’m happy for people to comment and welcome opinions, even if they are not the same as mine I just ask if you are going to disagree please do it in an adult respectful way.

Breastfeeding bikkies

The last couple of weeks have been kind of hard, nothing major but a sleepless baby has made for a tired mummy and fed back into a drop in breastmilk supply.

On top of the obvious trying to rest and keeping my fluids up I decided to give lactation cookies a try. I modified the recipe from Peaceful Parenting so that it’s dairy free.

They turned out pretty well a tiny bit on the bitter side because of the chocolate I used but otherwise really yummy. My milk supply seems to have improved overnight so I’m thrilled with that.

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Ingredients:

1 1/2 cups plain flour
1 3/4 cups oats
1 tsp baking soda
1 tsp salt
3/4 cup peanut butter
1/2 cup Nuttelex
1 cup flax
3 Tblspn Brewers’ yeast
1/3 cup water
1 tsp cinnamon
1 cup brown sugar loosely packed
2 tsp vanilla
2 eggs
2 pkt Lindt Excellence 85% cocoa chocolate chopped
1 cup walnuts chopped

Prep:

Preheat oven to 180 celsius

Combine flour, baking soda, cinnamon and salt in a bowl, set aside.

In a large bowl beat Peanut butter, Nuttelex, brown sugar, vanilla, yeast, flax and water until creamy.
Mix in eggs.
Slowly beat in flour mixture, then add nuts and chocolate.
Finally slowly add oats ( my mixer struggled at this point so you may want to fold the oats through by hand ).

Place balls of dough onto lined or greased tray and squish slightly. Bake for approx 12 mins.

I baked between 10 and 12 mins so my bikkies are soft if you like crunchy cookies I’d suggest baking longer.

Breastfeeding bikkies

The last couple of weeks have been kind of hard, nothing major but a sleepless baby has made for a tired mummy and fed back into a drop in breastmilk supply.
On top of the obvious trying to rest and keeping my fluids up I decided to give lactation cookies a try. I modified the recipe from Peaceful Parenting so that it’s dairy free.

They turned out pretty well a tiny bit on the bitter side because of the chocolate I used but otherwise really yummy. My milk supply seems to have improved overnight so I’m thrilled with that.

Ingredients:

1 1/2 cups plain flour
1 3/4 cups oats
1 tsp baking soda
1 tsp salt
3/4 cup peanut butter
1/2 cup Nuttelex
1 cup flax
3 Tblspn Brewers’ yeast
1/3 cup water
1 tsp cinnamon
1 cup brown sugar loosely packed
2 tsp vanilla
2 eggs
2 pkt Lindt Excellence 85% cocoa chocolate chopped
1 cup walnuts chopped

Prep:

Preheat oven to 180 celsius

Combine flour, baking soda, cinnamon and salt in a bowl, set aside.

In a large bowl beat Peanut butter, Nuttelex, brown sugar, vanilla, yeast, flax and water until creamy.
Mix in eggs.
Slowly beat in flour mixture, then add nuts and chocolate.
Finally slowly add oats ( my mixer struggled at this point so you may want to fold the oats through by hand ).

Place balls of dough onto lined or greased tray and squish slightly. Bake for approx 12 mins.

I baked between 10 and 12 mins so my bikkies are soft if you like crunchy cookies I’d suggest baking longer.