How strange.
My dc were all formula fed and they all eat and eat and eat until they're physically sick. Then they continue eating until the pattern repeats itself. And they all eat out of a trough like pigs.
Except, obviously, none of this is true. They all, somehow, understand when they're full. How on earth this happened when I was obviously so lacking in morals (or it just might have been the PND and also the fact that the medical professionals I dealt with were more than happy for me to ff) I do not know.
Could someone please enlighten me to my miracle children who know when they're full despite not being BF?
And as to this:
*Happy baby - happy mother
is how it should be, if you have any sense of morals.*
That is quite possibly one of the nastiest comments I've read on here.
My children were all quite happy being ff, thanks for the judgement. Not overweight, not allergic to anything, rarely ill, etc, etc.
Weirdly, I was thinking this morning about how I would have felt had I been on MN when I was at my absolute lowest points of PND and AND and had come across some of the breathtakingly judgemental and snobby and 'I'm a better Mum than you because I did X and Y'. I was so low as it was that I was contemplating suicide most days. I mean really on the brink.
If I'd read any of this bullshit then (as I suspect some Mums are) I would have believed every word of it and believed I was a shit Mother when actually I was nothing of the sort. Thank God I wasn't here then because I wasn't mentally strong enough to deal with the attitudes on here. Now I'm in a much healthier place so I can shrug it off.
I know for a fact that I did the very best that I could do for my dc. The only people I had to judge me were my midwife, my HV and the GPs at my local surgery. Oh, and the psychiatrist I was put under for DC3. Luckily, they all supported me and my choices. They could see that my dc were thriving. That they were happy. That they were well cared for. Thank God for those people because they probably saved my life.
I find it unbelievable that people still think it's fine to come on here, where there are more than likely vulnerable Mums and sweep in with their 'I know better than you/you are doing a shit job' bullshit.
Because it is bullshit, designed to make people feel shit about their choices. Frankly, it's nasty, spiteful, bullying and childish.
Why can people not accept that we all make the choices we feel are right for our circumstances?
I have no guilt about ff my dc at all. They're all happy and healthy now. Not overweight, even remotely.
So fuck off with the judgemental shite - reserve it for people who actually deserve it, like the racist/disablist/homophobic twats on here. If you took the time to aim your venom at them, we'd have less of them.