Oh please, please PLEASE let this not be a hoax…
They have their own tank, it’s not like she’ll be giving birth in the botanic gardens.
Oh please, please PLEASE let this not be a hoax…
They have their own tank, it’s not like she’ll be giving birth in the botanic gardens.
The good news, which I must impart quickly as I have a gazillion things to do, is that rather than ‘raising awareness of Toxic Shock Syndrome’, www.bodykind.com is taking 10% off Mooncups and other re-usable sanpro. CHANGED MY LIFE, seriously. Like, SERIOUSLY.
To give you an idea of how amazing these products are (once you get over the squicky element and get the hang of Putting Them In), might I link you to the TWENTY-NINE page thread on the forum where they are being discussed by normal human women who have normal human periods and have tired of sticking wodges of polyester and rayon up their nethers? Voila!
http://www.babyledweaning.com/features/baby-led-weaning-diary/
here it is, it was written when her wee boy was 10 months old, so he’d been at it a fair while, so it really gives an idea of what they are doing.
Thanks to Guardian food writer Emma Sturgess for this excellent insight into What They Actually Eat.
“Franklin is 10 months and started BLW with toast when he was six months. Breastfed until seven months, he has three meals and two or three 210ml formula bottles a day.
Monday
Breakfast: Porridge ‘fingers’, banana, apple
The online shop doesn’t come till tonight so breakfast is from the cupboard. Frank will use a pre-loaded spoon for porridge, but it’s easier to take a tip from the BLW Cookbook and microwave equal quantities of oats and milk for two minutes. Cut into fingers while hot, leave to cool a bit, and you’ve got a soft, easily-handled miracle food. We’re supposed to eat the same thing, but while I’d walk through fire for Frank, I wouldn’t eat porridge fingers.
Lunch: toasted bagel with peanut butter and soft cheese, banana.
The electrician arrives halfway through lunch and I have to discuss circuit boards with him from the dining table. Bagels are great for starting BLW because they’re robust and chewy, allowing the topping to be sucked off; scrambled egg’s a good one.
Dinner: Stew with carrots, peas and potatoes
I’m out tonight but The Boy King and his Dad have beef stew. It is reported that he ate loads (he’ll have the chunks of meat whole, swallow some bits and let the rest fall out) but maintained an imperious frown throughout. I would normally add bacon to the stew, but it’s too salty, so I use extra mushrooms instead.
Tuesday
Breakfast: Crumpets
BLW has helped Frank with his fine motor skillz, and this morning he tears a finger of crumpet (supermarket own brands tend to be less salty) in two and eats the pieces. We have a packet of unsalted butter on the go for Frank.
Lunch: Cheesy lentil wedges with red pepper strips
Another dalliance with the BLW cookbook. If you cook a bit it’s nothing new, but the ideas are helpful. The cheesy lentil wedges involve fried onion, cooked lentils, cheese, breadcrumbs and an egg, baked for half an hour. Delicious, but the wedges crumble in Frank’s vice-like grip. I recycle bits by clumping them together with my fingers, but the recipe needs another egg. Also: windy.
Dinner: Salmon with fragrant broth
A Jill Dupleix recipe of pan-fried salmon served with a broth of mushrooms, spinach and shallots spiked with fish sauce, chilli and lime has been a regular since the heady pre-Frank days. Using low-salt stock and adding the chilli just to ours at the end (Frank doesn’t mind chilli but sometimes rubs food in his eyes) makes it BLW-friendly. I overcooking his rice for stickiness (we’ve run out of noodles) but it remains stubbornly free-flowing. I help him get a couple of spoonfuls into his mouth. The post-rice clean-up operation is heinous. I keep finding bits stuck to my socks.
Wednesday
Frank’s at nursery, where he dines extensively on hotpot despite refusing breakfast. I’ve had trouble with nursery: I explained BLW, then found them spoon-feeding him. I’d been wondering why he occasionally opens his mouth to be fed. Turns out they didn’t think it was important. Health and safety was raised as an objection to him eating with his hands from the chair tray, so they stopped bothering and didn’t tell me. Grrr.
I went through it all again with the manager, and they’re consequently impressed with how well he’s able to feed himself (I took a roll-out table mat in, so cross- contamination is no longer an excuse). I know they think I’m a mentalist and quite possibly use a Mooncup, but I don’t care. BLW’s the best thing we’ve done with Frank and if they couldn’t do it (a mistake since some health visitors here are now recommending BLW) I’d send him elsewhere.
Dinner: Vietnamese meatballs with rice and stir-fried vegetables
Meatballs are, as they say, amazeballs for BLW. Once your baby can grasp one and hold it up to his or her mouth (Frank uses an open hand to stop them falling out) you’re onto a winner, and you can glam them up a bit. We do a vaguely Asian version taken from a Diana Henry recipe, using minced pork with coriander, spring onions, ginger and lime zest and served with chilli sauce, rice or noodles and veg. Tonight Frank has either got wind or toothache and after dropping food on the floor and having a brief go with some rice, he’s had enough.
Thursday
Nursery again: two whole mealtimes’ respite from washing the highchair. It’s a Silver Cross Doodle which is sturdy, looks great and has a removable tray, but cleaning the bleeding thing drives me up the wall. The floor’s wooden so we just sweep and wipe it after he’s done, and take supermarket paper tablecloths when we visit people with carpet. Even when Frank’s not here, we eat at the table – another positive side-effect of BLW.
Dinner: Meatloaf and salad
Mince, mince, lovely mince. A new recipe, Jill Dupleix’s take on meatloaf, which involves beef mince squished together with sausagemeat, mustard, leeks, red peppers and an egg, and topped with canned tomatoes which form a built-in sauce. Cut into thick slices, it’s very easy for Frank to handle.
Friday
Breakfast: Crumpets, banana
Most babies have one food they’ll never refuse, and Frank’s is banana. We keep the fruit bowl on the table, so something placatory is always within reach.
Lunch: Leftover meatloaf and lentil wedges, salad, tomatoes
The lentil wedges are more resilient after a couple of days in the fridge, but Frank – the son of two enthusiastic meat eaters – prefers the meatloaf.
Dinner
Chicken with 40 cloves of garlic
Grumpiness descends as Frank displays a profound disinterest in his garlicky baked chicken thighs (from Nigella Lawson’s latest, Kitchen). They’re softer and fattier than chicken breast and crumble less easily, so they usually go down a treat, though it’s essential to remove the gristly knobbles at the ends. Either he’s disappointed that I’ve dropped a cultural/culinary clanger by serving his with stir-fried pak choi, or it’s wind.
Saturday
Breakfast
Porridge fingers
These used to be just as messy as everything else, but as his proficiency grows, Frank’s dropping less and less food. He makes up for this by dropping his sippy cup, which nursery has been a big help in establishing the use of. Now he can drink water easily, which started at about 9 months, I feel better about slipping him the odd bit of ham.
Lunch
Sandwiches
Lunch in a cafe, and I glow with pride as Frank tackles sandwiches (egg mayo, tuna mayo, turkey and cranberry sauce) with gusto. It’s his first encounter with tuna mayonnaise and he clearly hates it, which leads to some very amusing faces. We tidy up quite a bit before we go – I’m still not used to wandering blithely off, leaving bits of my child’s lunch caked to the highchair.
Dinner
Fishcakes with spinach
Made with mash, salmon, spring onions, lemon zest and an egg, fried and then finished in the oven, these are a textural puzzle; crisp on the outside and soft inside. Good fun to watch, until Frank sneezes into his.
Sunday
Breakfast
Weetabix, pear
Weetabix makes a horrendous mess, dries like cement and is as tenacious on the way out as it is on the way in. Nevertheless Frank loves holding a whole milk-soaked biscuit in his hands and stuffing it in as lumps fall damply onto the newspaper spread below. The pear is topped and tailed and Frank reduces the whole fruit to pulp in what seems like seconds. He’s come a long way – the skin used to make him gag, although he’s never come close to a choke. Now he just coolly swallows it.
Lunch
Cheese, toast, red peppers
Hard cheese is salty, but by the power of the traffic-light wheel used on supermarket packaging, I’ve tracked down some pasteurised Emmental which isn’t quite so bad. Sticks of this with toast and red peppers make a quick, boring but kind-of-balanced lunch.
Dinner
Frittata, bread and butter, salad
Leftover garlic chicken, spinach, potatoes and onions go into a one-pan Sunday night fry-up. We think Frank’s finished, but he gets a second wind as soon as we take the tray off the high chair, finding lumps of frittata in his bib and nestled by his leg, and using his freshly-wiped hand to convey them to his freshly-wiped face. And then it’s time to wash the high chair. Surprise!”
do pass it on to anyone who is struggling with this, will you? I think it’s so helpful to get help from people who have been there.
http://www.babyledweaning.com/features/999-2/
Eleanor, one of our forum members, very kindly wrote a piece about what it’s like to have a BLW head on while weaning her reflux-y little darling. Thanks, El!
Reflux and BLW
more from Bossypants.
I have to say, however, that much of the Guardian article is deadly. I love her anyway.
Breastfeeding v formula
Invented in the mid-19th century as a last-ditch option for orphans and underweight babies, packaged infant formula has since been perfected to be a complete and reliable source of stress and shame for mothers. Anyone who reads a pregnancy book knows that breast milk provides nutrition, immunities and invaluable bonding time. The breast is best.
When I was pregnant for the first time I asked my mother for advice. “Don’t even try it,” she said. This is a generational difference. This is the same woman who told me to request “twilight sleep” during delivery. (Twilight sleep is the memory-erasing pain medication that doctors gave women in the 1950s whenever they had to take a baby out or put a body snatcher in.)
As a member of Generation X, I was more informed, more empowered, and I knew that when it came to breast-feeding I had an obligation to my baby to pretend to try.
There are a lot of different opinions as to how long one should breastfeed. The World Health Organisation
says six months. The American Association of Paediatrics says one year is ideal. Mothering magazine suggests you nurse the child until just before his wedding rehearsal. I say you must find what works for you. For my little angel and me the magic number was about 72 hours.
We tried the football hold, the cross-cradle hold, and one I like to call the Bret Michaels
, where you kind of lie over the baby and stick your breast in its mouth to wake it up. We didn’t succeed, so that first night the nurses gave my little one some formula without asking. I tried to be appalled, but I was pretty tired. Once we got home, we tried again. I abandoned all vanity, as one must, and parked it shirtless on the couch. Here we experienced another generational difference.
Gen X wanted to succeed at this so she could tell people she did it, and little Gen Z wanted me to hand over that goddamn formula, and she was willing to scream until she got it.
One of my 500 nicknames for my daughter is Midge, which is short for Midget, because she was a very small baby. She was born a week early and a little underweight at 5lb 7oz. My obstetrician suggested the next day at her bedside visit that perhaps I hadn’t rested enough during my pregnancy and that was why she was so small. “What a cunt,” I thought to myself in what was either a flash of postpartum hormones or an accurate assessment of my doctor’s personality.
So we started supplementing Midge regularly with formula. She was small and I didn’t want her to get any smaller while I mastered the ancient art of breastfeeding to prove how incredible and impressive I am. Of course, I still provided her with breast milk. You must, must, must provide them with breast milk. You owe it to your baby to get them that breast milk. Here’s how it works.
If you choose to not love your baby enough to breastfeed, you can pump your milk using a breast pump. I chose to pump every two hours while watching episodes of the HBO series Entourage. Over the whir of the milking machine, I could almost hear my baby being lovingly cared for in the other room while Turtle yelled across an SUV, “Yo E, you ever fuck a girl while she has her period?” I was able to do this for almost seven weeks before running out of Entourage episodes and sinking into a deep depression.
Shortly thereafter, we made the switch to an all-formula diet. If you’ve ever opened a can of infant formula mix, then you know it smells like someone soaked old vitamins in a bucket of wet leaves, then dried them in a hot car.
Also, formula is like $40 a can. They keep it locked up behind the counter with the batteries and meth ingredients. That’s how bad people want this stuff!
However, the baby was thriving. I was no longer feeling trapped, spending 30 out of every 90 minutes attached to a Williams-Sonoma Tit Juicer. But I still had an overwhelming feeling of disappointment. I had failed at something that was supposed to be natural.
I was defensive and grouchy whenever the topic came up. At a party with a friend who was successfully nursing her little boy, I watched her husband produce a bottle of pumped breast milk that was the size of a Big Gulp. It was more milk than I had produced in my whole seven weeks – I blame Entourage. As my friend’s husband fed the baby, he said offhandedly, “This stuff is liquid gold. You know it actually makes them smarter?” “Let’s set a date!” I screamed. “IQ test. Five years from today. My formula baby will crush your baby!” Thankfully, my mouth was so full of cake they could not understand me.
A Mother’s Prayer
“First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches.
May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty.
When the Crystal Meth is offered, may she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half And stick with Beer.
Guide her, protect her when crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age.
Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance. Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes And not have to wear high heels. What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You, because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit.
May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers.
Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen.Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood is short – a Tiger Flower blooming Magenta for one day – And adulthood is long and dry-humping in cars will wait.
O Lord, break the Internet forever, that she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers And the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed.
And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that Shit. I will not have it.
And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back. “My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes.
Amen.”
-Tina Fey
Admit it, you are sobbing.
You aren’t?
What are you, some kind of MONSTER?!
http://melodygodfred.com/2011/04/15/a-mothers-prayer-for-its-child-by-tina-fey/ this is a looooovely site btw. lovely as in smart. and tina fey has a new book out called Bossypants, seemingly. http://www.amazon.co.uk/s/ref=nb_sb_ss_i_2_19?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=bossypants+tina+fey&sprefix=bossypants+tina+fey £10.19 from the ‘zon, quel barg!
Apologies to anyone who thought ‘where the hell is my comment, i posted it yonks ago?’… a huge bunch of them just appeared today, despite having been left days past.
Well, thank goodness for that, then.
“La Leche League GB’s response to the article reported in the British Medical Journal, January2011, questioning the recommendation to introduce solid food to babies at 6 months 19.01.2011
La Leche League has been providing breastfeeding information and support to parents for over fifty years. We support the view of The World Health Organisation (WHO), The Department of Health (DH), and other eminent organisations, that infants should be exclusively breastfed for around the first six months of life to achieve optimal growth, development and health. Thereafter, to meet their evolving nutritional requirements, infants should receive appropriate complementary foods alongside continued breastfeeding.
When WHO recommended this policy it was based on a systematic review of 3,000 studies on infant feeding. The article the British Medical Journal published, on 14 January 2011, suggesting that babies need solids earlier than six months of age, is not a new research study or a systematic review of all available evidence. Three of the four authors of this research have declared an association with the baby feeding industry.
There is clear scientific evidence that breastfeeding protects both the short and long term health of mothers and babies. It reduces the risk of infections such as gastroenteritis and respiratory, ear and urinary tract infections, particularly infections requiring hospitalisation, even in developed countries such as the UK. The risk of diabetes and obesity in children and cancer in mothers is lessened and it reduces the risk of postnatal depression and neglect. With the current risk of swine flu, exclusive breastfeeding reduces the risk of the baby catching secondary infections, which could be serious enough to need hospital admission.
• The BMJ article says that delaying introducing solid food may increase the risk of iron deficiency anaemia (IDA)
Breastmilk supplies all the essential nutrients a baby needs for around the first six months of life. There isn’t a lot of iron in breastmilk because there isn’t supposed to be. It is more completely absorbed by a baby than the kind in formula, baby cereal or supplements. Breastmilk contains a protein that binds to any extra iron that the baby doesn’t use because too much iron can end up feeding the wrong kind of bacteria in his intestines and this can result in diarrhoea/constipation or even microscopic bleeding. Formula fed babies can have too much iron in their intestines, which causes these problems and ends up reducing their overall iron.
If a baby is started on solids before he is ready iron stores can drop. Some fruits and vegetables can bind with iron before the baby has a chance to use it. These foods are often low in iron and so are simply replacing the perfect food for babies with ones with fewer nutrients.
To help ensure a breastfed baby has a good supply of iron, women can look at their diet during pregnancy and ask that the umbilical cord is not cut before it stops pulsating as this adds to his iron supply.
• The BMJ article says that delaying introducing solids may increase the risk of coeliac disease
Coeliac disease is associated with the early introduction of gluten, which is found in cereals. Currently available evidence on the timing of the introduction of gluten into the infant diet is insufficient to support any recommendations and a study suggesting this should be at four months is considered by many to be flawed. There is evidence suggesting that not being breastfed at the time gluten is introduced into the diet is associated with an increased risk of subsequently developing coeliac disease.
• The article says that delaying introducing solids may increase food allergies
A baby’s insides are designed to be ready for solid food once his outside has developed enough for him to eat it on his own. If offered too soon he will automatically thrust it back out to protect his digestive tract. La Leche League suggests mothers look for cues that their baby is ready, such as being able to sit up, pick up food, get it in his mouth and chew without choking, and that often happens around six months. A baby’s digestive tract needs to be mature before starting solids so the lining of his intestines is sealed against allergens (allergy producers). If given solids too early allergens can slip through the intestinal wall into the blood stream and the baby produces antibodies against them, which can result in allergies such as eczema.
At around six months a baby starts producing adult-type enzymes, which we need to break down food for digestion. If he has solids before he can digest them properly it can cause tummy problems and the nutrients will not be fully utilised.
Trials are being undertaken to test if babies with a family history of true allergy might be helped by earlier introduction of certain foods but, as a rule, the majority of babies are less likely to have an allergic reaction to foods by around six months.
• The article suggests that introducing new tastes at an earlier age may increase acceptance of leafy green vegetables and encourage healthy eating later in life
This is purely speculative. Breastmilk prepares a baby for family food as it changes in flavour depending on the mother’s diet and so exposes the baby to various tastes from birth on wards. In fact research shows that formula-fed babies often don’t accept new tastes as willingly as breastfed babies. What a baby prefers to eat will be dependent on many things and will change as he grows. Some mothers have found that if a baby was encouraged to eat a food he had shown a particular aversion to it caused a negative reaction, perhaps showing that babies instinctively know what to refuse. If offered a range of healthy foods babies tend to take what they need.
• The article says that delayed introduction to solid foods may be linked to increased obesity
This is in total conflict with the studies showing that early introduction, particularly of sugary foods, is an important factor behind the obesity epidemic and can lead to babies being overfed. Breastfeeding helps a baby to regulate his own appetite so that when he starts solids he may be better able to avoid over eating.
La Leche League GB knows that women already receive conflicting advice and information on many aspects of childcare and that this report has caused concern and confusion amongst parents wondering what to do for the best for their children. Babies’ individual development varies and parents are best placed to look for signs that their baby may be ready for solid food, around six months of age.
While we recognise that it is important to ensure that recommendations are based on the best available evidence, and are regularly reviewed, we continue to believe that breastmilk provides everything a baby needs up to around six months of age and that to introduce other foods before a baby is ready is not beneficial.
La Leche League GB offers breastfeeding information and support to all. Established as an Affiliate of LLL International in the 1980s, LLLGB has 68 groups and 245 Leaders. LLL Leaders are mothers who have breastfed a child for 12 months or longer and undergone an accreditation process. They know that breastfeeding is not always easy and how much difference having someone to talk to can make. Leaders provide telephone counselling, email support and local group meetings, as well as leaflets on a wide range of breastfeeding questions, information on more unusual situations, access to a panel of professional advisors, and can often lend out books covering various aspects of pregnancy and child care.
LLLGB’s national telephone helpline (0845 120 2918 0845 120 2918 ) connects mothers directly to an accredited Leader, while our website (www.laleche.org.uk) includes an online help form that enables a mother to receive email help from an LLL Leader. All our Leaders are volunteers and answer calls from home while looking after their families.
The new 8th edition of La Leche League International’s The Womanly Art of Breastfeeding was published on July 13th 2010 and can be purchased from the LLLGB SHOP www.lllgbbooks.co.uk.
Written by Anna Burbidge, Chair, Council of Directors, on behalf of La Leche League GB”