What Makes a Good Mother? Not Her Breasts.

Posted on September 23, 2010

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Similac baby

Image by Caligold via Flickr

So, as a parent, I try to stay on top of the baby news as best I can, but this one almost slipped by me.

Abbott, the manufacturers of Similac brand baby formulas, has initiated a voluntary recall of some of their powdered formulas.  There’s the possibility of insect parts/larvae being present in the powder.

The company stresses that there’s “no immediate health risk”, babies who consume the formula could suffer from irritable GI tracts (and associated symptoms) and refuse to eat.

Abbott is offering full compensation for anyone with tainted product and has established a website for parents and caregivers to use to determine if their specific formula is affected. 

Of course, the “no immediate health risk” bit doesn’t make you feel any better when it’s midnight and you’ve just discovered the formula you’ve been feeding your child for the last two weeks and the batch you just bought that day both may have bug parts in them. 

That being said, kudos to Abbott for recalling the product.  With it not being a major health risk, I’m sure some companies would have looked the other way.  Of course, some companies wouldn’t have had beetle larva in their formula in the first place but… things do happen.

But this recall does bring up another issue.  In researching the recall and what could be done about it, I read a variety of sites.  And the one thing they all had in common, besides news of the recall, could be found in the comments. 

There was a lot of snippy, critical, and sometimes mean comments being left by those who advocate breast feeding.  Now, a few “This is why I breastfed” comments I can understand.  But when things start taking on a more judgemental tone… now we’ve got an issue.

Look, I get it.  Breastfeeding is the best way to go.  But you know what?  If we all did what was best for us, there’d be no McDonalds, no one would ever be an Oakland Raiders fan, and drug rehabs would close their doors. 

I’m a guy, which means when it comes to a lot of these sorts of things, I’m ignorant.  I always figured breastfeeding was pretty simple.  Take child, put nipple in mouth, repeat with other nipple.

Then we had our daughters.  And I came to find out that breast feeding often requires the patience of a saint, exactly the right size and shape nipples, a willing child, and a level of contortionists ability not found on the U.S. gymnastics team.

And even if all that is there, it still might not work.

In some cases, breast feeding just isn’t possible.  Which, of course, doesn’t mean anything to the overzealous proponents of it who feel it is their solemn duty to slam any mother who — God forbid — chooses formula.

To spend the time posting comments that tell worried mothers that their babies are sick because they failed as mommys is, at best, insensitive and, at worst, deserving of a serious ass kicking.  Only slightly less craptacular are those who see this as an opporunity to pimp their ware by posting links to their breast feeding courses, websites, or breast milk they’re selling on Ebay

When we found out about the recall, it was my wife who went out in the middle of the night, to two grocery stores, to find replacement formula.  And the night before, it wa my wife who stayed up all night because our three week old daughter was sleeping too soundly and too quietly and she wanted to watch over her.

Which, of course, my wife says “any mother would do.”

Maybe so, unless they were too busy trolling the Internet to slam other mothers.

Look, I have no problem with anyone advocating breastfeeding.  At the hospital our daughter was born at we had several very nice and helpful lactation consultants who did everything they could to help my wife without making her feel bad.  We also had at least one nurse who was an absolute witch and reduced my wife to tears because she wanted to supplement with formula.

To people like her and those who post as “godshelper” with criticisms and comments – have you ever held a hungry and screaming child?  Have you ever listened to your own baby crying because she’s starving and your body — which just went through a nine month version of boot camp — can’t provide what she needs?

Imagine the fear.  Imagine the frustration.  Imagine the guilt.

Imagine all that, and then?  Shut the hell up.

It takes more than sperm to make a good father and it takes way more than breast milk to make a good mother.

I wouldn’t trade my wife for all the milk-dripping boobs in the world.

And neither would her children.

And in the end, isn’t that what really matters?