I gave birth start of July and managed to get back to my parents for some help and pampering, they live on the north coast near Portrush.
Incredibly I managed to maintain breastfeeding despite the stares, seriously stupid and embarrassing comments.
Breast-feeding anecdotally appeared to be aligned to social depravation.
I had to explain on several occasions that in England it was usually middle class guardian reading mothers who did it.
And that my choice was based on cutting edge scientific understanding of the antibody advantages within breast milk.
"Oh but he's very small, are you sure he's getting enough"
I also noted that allot of babies over there looked humongous in comparison to my own DS.
I felt guilt and panic as I watched other mothers wheeling around a giant corpulent babys in fortified wheelbarrows that populated the streets of NI.And to acept there look of concern as they peared into my pram at a baby that dident look like a pink baked potato.
I almost felt, at some points that it was seen as akin to abuse.
My own parents were fantastic, although my Dad spent most of august talking to the ceiling. My own mother had attempted at the start of the 70s to feed me with no guidance for 6 weeks befor she got mistitis.I being one of only two other children born in the tropics to forces familys that survived out of 20 born at the same time as me, despite being premature as well. My mother knew the magic of boob juice first hand and saw it help me survive as a baby.
My father tried to voice the view at the start of my stay that according to a times article he had read that breast-feeding wasn?t that amazing. He was soon convinced by the non-sickness and contentment of DS.
To my Aunties shame I even perfected the 'feeding in sling under shawl sight seeing'ability.
And if you have ever breast feed in the back of a car on a Donegal road at 60 miles an hour you will returne with nipples that you can knock nails into wood with.
I was relived to hear some of my relatives managed it, but was amazed to see that it was done with such covertness, that there own MILs were even unaware of it, despite liveing 5 mins, one being a famly of 10.
Trying to track down breast pads in some areas, was imposable.
I told a mate who was a breastfeeding councillor in London about all this she said the breast feeding stats were always brought down by Kilburn. I must add that I feel that since the last time I breast feed ten years ago that altitudes in the UK have got worse rather then better.But not on the scale of NI
What's going on Northern Ireland with the breast-feeding?