Unfortunately, little Ethan had other plans. He would not eat and I watched as my baby turned yellower and yellower from jaundice. After a few days of battling, my mother bought me a pump and we supplemented with formula at the insistence of our pediatrician. I stayed up nights crying because I was not able to do something that was supposed to be natural and was sold to me as the ultimate bonding experience between a mother and a baby. I questioned whether he knew that I was his mother and if it would effect his health going forward. Every day I tried to feed him "naturally" and finally around 8 weeks, he decided he was ready. He received mostly breast milk until he was six months old.
Years later, I am still traumatized by the situation and a little angry at people who questioned whether I was doing things correctly. When I wanted to give up, someone even mentioned that my choice might be a selfish one or the "easy way out".
Anyhow, I just want to encourage everyone to be sensitive to other people's parenting choices. It seems to me that a lot of the vibe I am getting from some of the pro-breastfeeding camp this month is that their way is the BEST way. Medically, it is. However, it's not always possible or the BEST option for some families. Not to mention, 32 months of formula feeding would produce the same smiling child pictured above.
Some people choose formula. Some people choose to breastfeed. Some people choose both. Some people don't have a choice. This should not be "The Battle of the Bottle vs. the Boob". It should be women and families supporting each other, not judging.
On another note, my sister brought it to my attention that people who do not having babies could interpret the term "Bfing" (meaning breastfeeding) the wrong way. I can see how a Facebook post like "I was up all night 'bfing' and I'm exhausted!" could be misleading...food for thought.