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I was just thinking how things have changed since the last time I was a new Mom.  16 years ago it didn't matter if I breast fed, circumcised my baby boy, let the baby sleep in my bed, had a c section or let him cry.
This time around, all I hear and see is "know better, do better".  And I feel like if I hear it one more time I may blow.  I get the concept, really I do, and in some ways, I agree with it.

I have my own way of doing things and it works for me.  Moms are so busy bashing each other for their choices.  Shouldn't we be supporting each other?  Being a Mommy is HARD.  It is the hardest job there is.  You are solely responsible (or feel like you are) for teaching a tiny little person how to BE.  That is a lot of pressure!

I had a C section because it was safer for me.  Now people actually apologize or pity me for having one.  I didn't push the baby out of my hooha so I am somehow less of a woman and mother.  My baby and I are both alive and healthy, so I call bull shit!

I chose not to breast feed.  People react like I am trying to kill my child because she gets a bottle of formula instead of boobie full of breast milk.  I have 2 other kids who were formula fed and they are both still alive, thank you very much!  I call bull shit!

I do not choose to let my baby cry it out (CIO for those mommy's in the know).  It is mean, and I refuse to do it.  Babies need to feel secure, and they cry for a reason.  If you were scared, wouldn't you want someone to comfort you?  People tell me she will get spoiled and grow up entitled.  I call bull shit!

I don't "baby wear".  I get enough invasions of my personal space through out the day! If you wanna wear your baby, GREAT, but I'm not less of a Mom because I don't want to! People tell me that the baby will grow up insecure.  I call bull shit!

I feed my (older) kids fast food, chips, ice cream and Halloween candy.  People tell me that organic is best, no sugar, no carbs, whole wheat everything with a side of chick peas and sea weed.  that is OK for them, really. I believe everything in moderation!  I call bull shit

I do not cloth diaper.  I can't stand the thought.  I have never even considered it. I will just do my part to harm the environment and use disposables, thank you very much!  People tell me how much better cloth is.  I call baby shit!  And lots of it!!

They say it takes a village to raise a child.  Call me the village Idiot.  I choose to make my own mistakes...and my own triumphs!



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