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My babies would have died without formula. I tortured myself with #breastisbest while me infant lost weight - feeling it was my fault. When I noticed my first smelled like ketones, I opened a can of formula. #fedisbest https://twitter.com/who/status/1265686621405536258
When you have access to clean water, formula can be a life saver.
I had ideal circumstances - health insurance, shelter, clean water, a safe environment - and I couldn’t do it. My baby blues were worsened by my sense of inadequacy. Was I just not woman enough to feed my child as instructed?
The ketones were a huge alarm bell that rang through my foggy mommy shame.
Carrying my baby, I wandered around the house, smelling nail polish remover but couldn’t find it. I was alone and nails were not a priority. Who opened nail polish remover?
Carrying my baby, I wandered around the house, smelling nail polish remover but couldn’t find it. I was alone and nails were not a priority. Who opened nail polish remover?
Running out of options, beginning to think I was hallucinating, I smelled my baby’s breath. It was her - wasting away. I breast fed her nearly constantly - hours at a time - and it was never enough.
That was when I realized #breastisbest is a bullshit ideal that was hurting my baby and me. The pressure is unnecessary.
