Max and I are still working on the breastfeeding. He isn't transferring milk when I put him to breast, so I am pumping and supplementing with formula. Yesterday, I went to the breastfeeding support group sponsored by my lactation consultant.
I like the lactation consultant, but I've found that a lot of the breast feeding gurus I've come in contact with are, well, I'm not sure what, but I can say they just don't get me. I'm willing to take the blame here, that I have a bit of an odd personality. Toward the end of the group meeting yesterday, Max soiled his diaper. I began cajoling him for it, telling him he was stinky. I was saying it in a very loving way, but one of the group assistants turned to me and said, "He's not stinky, he's not stinky." I was shamed, shamed for calling my baby stinky. Ahhhh.
I told J about it last night and now that a little bit of time has passed, I can laugh over the fact that I was upset by it, actually, J made me laugh hysterically over it this morning.
Max: (in his rocker) Grunt. Whine. Grunt.
Karen: Just a second boo ...
J: What's the matter stinky?
Karen: He's not stinky.
J: OK, he's not stinky. He's differently smelling.
8 comments:
I've heard that stinky thing in several books and always thought it was a bit insane. I seriously don't think I'm scarring my child for life by saying that his poop smells bad. :)
Doesn't the problem come when people believe that their shit DON'T stink? Hasn't Outkast already been over this?
"he's differently smelling" - LMAO that is great!
You're ruining his self-esteem, telling him he stinks!!!
I wonder when Karen's going to update her blog again?
Your blog keeps getting better and better! Your older articles are not as good as newer ones you have a lot more creativity and originality now keep it up!
3/13/2010 -- what date was your money on??
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