Sunday, April 25, 2010

"Isn't it time to stop THAT?"

I am about to go off on my jollies next week, a fortnight back to that wonderful holiday destination that is known simply as 'Nottingham'.  Granted, not the most exciting place in the world to be but hey, I've sun and sea here so a change is as good as a rest and all that bullshit. 

My time away will feature some fabulous guest bloggers but to whet your appetite for such delights I'd like to introduce my first guest blogger.  She's a great pal who I met online a couple of years back, we've since gone on to meet in person and indeed she and fellow blogger Lax Parenting came laden with kids and sun cream and invaded my poor boy's bedroom for a few days last summer. An all round good girl with a fledgling blog that definitely deserves your perusal, although I should probably warn you, there will be swearing!  Without further ado I give you... Dear Dull Diary  (One day she'll mend her broken blog and appear in your reader if you follow her...)

The lovely Very Bored in Catalunya has kindly invited me to write a post for her blog whilst she slacks off.... silly cow, does she not know that I have no idea how to write?  It's one thing writing crap for your own blog but doing it on some one else's is a bit scary...

I thought I would tell you about how I am perverting my daughter. I am really surprised at how people feel they can just give you their opinion on bringing up your children without you even asking.  Do I look like I am interested?  Hmmm maybe I just have an "I am interested in your opinion face".

My daughter is 2 years and 4 months old and I am still breast feeding her. **gasp**  You would think I am showing her pornograpghy the way some people, even friends talk about it. "Isn't it time to stop THAT?" Jesus if I had a pound for every time I hear that... I will stop when my daughter wants to, thanks.

It's not like I set out to breastfeed for so long, in fact I would of been quite pleased if she had stopped at a year old, but she had other ideas, she loves it.  First there is the request for Tit (don't ask, or see my post titled tit on my blog) then we like to ask for either the left or right,  then there's the comments on my bra.. oh nice bra/prwetty/ohhh RED... then there's the giggle and excitement just before she latches on, then we feed. It's not for long these days, a few minutes each side.  When she's finished she will say thank you and off she goes.  I would like to say that I am trying to reduce her feeds, but I'm not.  She feeds first thing then again at night and can ask for feeds during the day if we are just at home, when we are out it's rare I feed her, normally only if she's upset or hurt herself and then it has to be pretty bad. I have never had issues with getting my tits out to fed her, in fact there was one time we went shopping in a very busy city centre when I actually forgot to put them away... I got some very weird looks wandering around M&S with my norks out. The older she's got the harder it is.

I remain taken aback by the negative comments I get about breast feeding.  It's not like I am giving her fizzy pop in a bottle, I mean honestly, have you seen what some parents fed their kids? The weird thing is that most of my friends who make comments are the better educated people who would like to think of themselves as knowledgeable about healthy eating and most of them are women, some of them even breastfed their own children, the men however, don't bat an eye lid!  It would appear that I have crossed an invisible line from 'caring mother' to 'freaky breastfeeding a toddler mother''s breast milk, it's what my body produces to feed my child, even the WHO guidelines advocate babies are breast fed until 2 years old.

It's not that odd honest.