What's a Mom Nazi?
You know the ones...
They make their "birth plans" 6 months in advance, don't let their children have pacifiers at the hospital to avoid nipple confusion, look down on the mother's who don't breastfeed, freak out when their child eats an actual mud pie made of real, live
GASP!... MUD!
I swear to everything holy your child did NOT just contract the AIDS by eating some damn dirt!
I gnawed the lead paint off my crib and whittled the wood with my teeth when I was little, and check ME out!
I'm KICKASS!I totally understand being a protective mother, and sure, I wanted to avoid the pacifier at all costs too, ya know, to "avoid nipple confusion" like all the books said... but the second I realized that thing soothed my fussy baby, I was HOOKED.
Screw those experts advice and what the books say, I'M THE MOTHER HERE, NOT YOU!
Well, maybe they were moms too, but they weren't MY CHILD'S mom, so there.
No one knows what's best for YOUR child. YOU are the mom! It's trial and error.
There is no handbook on how to be the perfect mom. You just wing it.
Basically, everything I said I'd never do has gone right out the window.
Never say you won't do something, because at 3am when your child is crying and you're about to yank your greasy locks that you haven't had the time to wash in 3 days out of your head, YOU WILL DO ANYTHING to make them happy.
As for breastfeeding- shit is hard. It is not NEAR as easy/natural as people make it out to be (at least it wasn't for me.) And before I had T, I was a breastfeeding nazi.
I read every book I could get my hands on. I knew all the tips and tricks. I had all the cool gadgets. I was ready.
I looked down on the moms who chose not to breastfeed, like I was superior in some way... HA!
What a big, fat crock of shit.
Who was I to pass judgment? I'd never even been there!
So when my milk (or lack thereof) came in and I wasn't able to fully feed my newborn without the help of Similac, I struggled. I stressed out and thought I was a terrible mom.
Needless to say, my 1 ounce I was getting PER DAY was NOT going to feed my fat little newborn. So what did I do?
I swallowed my pride and switched to formula.
And my sweet baby boy was fed and I was happy I didn't have to walk around my house without a shirt on anymore.
Sure, it's so easy to be a Mom Nazi when you are a new mom (I was), but then life settles down and you realize all those things you said you'd NEVER do, you've now done, and guess what... your child is still alive! And healthy!
As time goes on, you will let go a little more every day (at least I HOPE you do).
I don't stress so much over the small shit now.
I don't freak out over a scraped knee and think my son has somehow fallen on the exact same spot that a child with AIDS has and now my child is going to contract the disease.
I don't cover his entire face when someone in the other room is coughing in fear that somehow those germs are determined to fly up my child's nose and get him sick with the flu, or strep throat, or whatever horrendous virus that person has.
So my child eats some leaves and dirt every now and then... SO WHAT?
I don't think he has eaten a poisonous leaf and will now have crazy swelling in his throat that will block his airways.
I ate dog shit as a kid, okay! And I turned out JUST FINE!
(okay, maybe I didn't, but you get the idea..)So LET GO all you Mom Nazi's.
I promise, your child will be OKAY! A little dirt never hurt anyone.
