Today Mister & Little Miss had Dr’s appointments, which is two whole buses away. I could bring our stroller but the office gets crowded, and if it does they want you to fold the stroller and put it at the door. So instead I opted to carry little miss in my Tula. I haven’t pulled the Tula out in a while, so it was nice to get it out again. She loved it! I’m thankful today for the gorgeous (18 degrees Celsius) weather we are having, and for my tula. It’s quite honestly the most comfy carrier I have owned (and I have owned quite a few) Little Miss was able to ride in it comfortable,and even nurse discreetly and comfortable on the way home, until she fell asleep snuggled up to me. <3 I’m thankful to my tula for those snuggly moments when we’re out and about.
About a month ago I ordered a new baby carrier. I seem to have a little obsession with them, but really I was just trying to find what would work.
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I initially had an Ergo Baby Carrier. Ergo baby carriers use to be what the Tulas are now back when I had Lady Girl. Of course they were expensive then and I made do with our cuddly wrap, but I longed to have a soft structured carrier (SSC) so when I was pregnant with Little Miss I bought a wrap for the earlier years and an ergo for later.She hated the wrap, but loved the ergo. The ergo, however, was not a friend to me.I’m tall. I’m fluffy-ish (I have had five kids, I’ve given up hope that I’ll ever go back to having no fluff) and I found the ergo dug at me. Hubby loved it.
We went on to find a Lillebaby, which was ok, I loved that the lillebaby offered various safe positions and the lumbar support, but the panel was short on it (I also found it a bit short on the ergo too)
Then I discovered the Tula world.
This video has been all over my facebook and twitter. When I first saw it I had tears.
It captured so much of what I felt as a new mother, nursing my child. Feeling like I should hide, run, cover up. Then, like most mothers, I reached a point where I stopped hiding. Stopped worrying about what everyone else may have though about my simply feeding my hungry infant.
“At first I thought it was ok
I could understand their reasons
They said ‘There might be young children, or a nervous man seeing’
this small piece of flesh that they weren’t quite expecting
so I whispered and tiptoed with nervous discretion.
But after six months of her life sat sitting on lids
as she sips on her milk nostrils sniffing up piss
Trying not to bang her head on toilet roll dispensers
I wonder whether these public loo feeds offend her?
Cos I’m getting tired of discretion and being ‘polite’ as my baby’s first sips are drowned drenched in shite,”
This spoken word poem by Hollie McNish is so powerful and captured so much of what I think most mothers feel.
At first, worried about everyone else, and about being discreet. Then comes the realization that you’re hiding, cowering away while breasts are being used to sell food, movies, alcohol, clothes, body spray (etc), followed by the anger. Why are mothers being made to feel ashamed for feeding their young the way nature had always intended? Being made to feel as if they are doing something wrong for that one simple act. No one should be made to feel like that.
This isn’t about the mom war, or about breastfeeders being ‘better’ than formulafeeders.
It’s about a mother’s right to feed her child without feeling shamed by doing so.
“In this country of billboards covered in tits, I think we should try to get used to this”
I don’t understand all this hype over ‘attachment parenting’ like it’s something new. Baby wearing, natural led child weaning, co sleeping, all of that isn’t new. Our species have been doing these things since the dawn of time. Suddenly people have decided that these things aren’t ‘proper’ and that people who practice ‘attachment parenting’ are weird.
What I want to know is who’s business is it how someone parents? or whether they decide to breastfeed? Or when they decide is right to wean? When did society decide that it’s ok to decide what another person does with their child?