Monday, April 06, 2009
Today listening to National Radio as I worked, the subject of breast feeding versus bottles came up. We all have opinions on this especially if you have ever had anything to do with the primary caregiving of a baby. And frankly, if you haven't, then you’d be wise to decline comment; especially in a room full of mothers. I did copious amounts of both nourishment methods for 2 babies and I have no die hard views on which is best unless it concerns the mother who at Playcentre tidy up time always insisted her 3 year old needed a full feed right then and settled down in the bean bag with her homespun jersey up whilst the other preschoolers and care givers ran around putting the blocks and puzzles away. Easy to spot a lazy tart. But the bottle isn’t all about shirking either, as the following addresses…
If you’ve ever had a baby
You’ll perhaps recall with dread,
Not the hours and hours of labour,
And the crowning of the head.
Or the hemorrhoids and stitches,
Saggy tum and wobbly rump,
No.. the really awful process
Was the ‘Easy Flow’ breast pump.
If you stayed in neonatal,
Or your baby wouldn’t suck,
Maybe work was pressing,
And your breasts were filling up,
You were guaranteed to leak,
In soggy circles on your top,
Until your breasts faced plastic,
And only then, would stop.
Whilst your neighbor filled up freezers,
You pumped in hope for hours,
Yielding half an egg-cup full,
In two and three drop showers.
Then the toddler knocked it over,
And the cat licked up the mess,
So… Who made up some formula?
Come on girls, just confess!