tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570206044528788347.post6473465364543828681..comments2023-04-09T14:18:13.268+01:00Comments on Cathal's Big Adventure: Breast Feeding, the taboo topicCathal's Mammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09755001510595381520noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570206044528788347.post-91731407420513525302008-09-07T11:09:00.000+01:002008-09-07T11:09:00.000+01:00RC mammy here just catching up with your posts, wo...RC mammy here just catching up with your posts, wow Cathal's mammy you and your little fella are an inspiration - what a wonderful bf success story!<BR/><BR/>What sesame says is so true. I still say that I am feeding my baby 'myself' so that I don't have to say the word 'breast' God help me<BR/><BR/>Great blog by the way Cathal's MammyRechruhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03554485116188592612noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570206044528788347.post-39266126780172292042008-08-02T01:04:00.000+01:002008-08-02T01:04:00.000+01:00Yeah yeah, we men get off scot free in lots of way...Yeah yeah, we men get off scot free in lots of ways, and breast feeding's another. I do a bit of running, and if I get caught in a downpour early on in a long run, I just know I'm going to get raw nipples. So I fully understand the whole deal, okay? Completely. Well maybe not fully, but if my little discomfort hurts that much, you have, all of you, my sincere sympathies. Nobody seems to believe me when I say that I'm jealous of women for what they experience that us men never can, but it's true. Women make babies inside themselves! Wow! You can also feed them! Wow again! I know it ain't easy, but I can NEVER experience what that feels like, and yes, I am jealous of that fact. I better go, I've probably said too much...Nick McGivneyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03603579300515543458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570206044528788347.post-77764271668054969612008-07-26T02:48:00.000+01:002008-07-26T02:48:00.000+01:00Well now Cathal's Mammy, here is a delicate topic....Well now Cathal's Mammy, here is a delicate topic. Fair play for taking it on.<BR/><BR/>While I absolutely have no problem with breastfeeding, it is something I chose not to do with any of my children. There were many things that factored into my decision and it's probably a combination of them all more than one particular reason that made me come to that decision.<BR/><BR/>At the ante-natal clinics the midwife was quite pushy about it, ramming it down your throat (no pun intended)so that put me off a bit. Probably because it was a taboo subject and the reactions of others to it was another reason. I, myself would have felt very awkward around a woman breastfeeding before I had children. <BR/><BR/>Back in the ward after having my first the oohs and aahs of pain not delight were not to be envied as new mothers came to grips with babies latching on. 4 of the 6 mothers in my ward were b.f.ing their babies and I was glad not to be one of them. My nether region was very sore from episiotomy so last thing I wanted was sore boobs too.<BR/><BR/>Those mothers seemed to be awake at all hours of the night feeding while I got up every 4 hours gave babs a bottle and back to sleep. So perhaps I was too selfish to breastfeed cos I like my sleep I do. Then at home hubby could take his turn feeding while I slept and I wouldn't be into the whole expressing milk thing. <BR/><BR/>As I used to work in the hospital and most my friends and some family still do, it meant I had lots of visitors at all hours of the day popping their heads around curtains and would not have been comfortable being on show for everyone.<BR/><BR/>Neither me or any of my siblings were breastfed and I mentioned in my blog about not being able to say the word Pregnant to my own ma, well breast would have been another word unused in our house. So probably psychologically it's my upbringing that is accountable for my choice.<BR/><BR/>I take my hat off to you, your persistence is to be admired. Had I decided to breastfeed I probably would have given up at the first hurdle and it looks like Cathal is thriving on it..continued success to you.<BR/><BR/>(Hammie were you ever told about putting cabbage leaves in your bra to soothe those big melons?)Sesamehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07936393304802131213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570206044528788347.post-3697532585156850852008-07-25T17:49:00.000+01:002008-07-25T17:49:00.000+01:00Thanks Hammie, I think that attitudes are slowly c...Thanks Hammie, I think that attitudes are slowly coming around. Not as many lovely comfie nursing rooms here though, but at least I feel I can BF in public without being starred at. And just to follow on from your "Money's too tight to mention", it is actually one of the few thigs that you can do for your baby that is free!!!!Cathal's Mammyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09755001510595381520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570206044528788347.post-57351951282372161562008-07-25T13:30:00.000+01:002008-07-25T13:30:00.000+01:00Good woman for speaking out!I beloieve Sonia O'sul...Good woman for speaking out!<BR/>I beloieve Sonia O'sullivan touched on this when she became an aussie citizen. She said that it was so much easier to breast feed her kids in Australia and I can attest to that. Physically; even after a caesar the midwives were able to hook me up (so to speak) as they put up the bed rail on one side, and tucked bratty in to latch on while I was lying down.n She was jaundiced too and we couldnt go home until we both turned a normal color (Obs and Paed's ganging up on us) So I fed and fed and fed! And boy did my Milk come in big time on the 3rd day. (day 1 and 2 are just colustrum, very important but small in qty)<BR/>So here I am looking like Dolly parton. My breasts would greet you half way down the hall way before you even got to my room. I was in agony and Bratty was frightened to come near them. I buzzed for the midwife (caesar wards are so nice!) and low and behold, it was the only male midwife on the shift - of course!<BR/>I told him my dilemma and he disappeared to the ice machine to fill a couple of plastic bags, and told me to tuck em'in to my top. Perfect. They calmed things down and Bratty was able to latch on and do her thing. <BR/>My sister and my cousin breast fed and were very supportive and encouraging. I never had to leave the room, indeed my Dad called it "the Draught" (as opposed to bottled). And you could go to a lovely nursing room in most shopping centres. Not a toilet or change room but an actual nursing room with a t.v. and big squishy chairs. And you could feed ANYwhere you liked.<BR/>I remember we came to Ireland for a visit when Boo was just 12 months old; and I had to wean him. (not socially acceptable) I couldnt get over what a hassle those bottle feeds were. We could no longer go anywhere we liked; without making sure we had enough "feeds" with us. whereas my boobs had been ever ready.<BR/>So Yeah sister! I support you.<BR/>xxLisamareehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18445509438246694219noreply@blogger.com