Thankful Thursday (Week 16)

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Today we enter week 17 of pregnancy – and I am happy to announce that week 16 has marked a turning point. I feel like eating. I have energy (some). I still have to go to the bathroom all the time. In general, though, week 16 has been a very nice change from the weeks that preceded it.

This week I’m thankful…

…for food
Perhaps the most distressing part of the first trimester (and the first few weeks of the second) for me was not morning sickness (although I did experience nausea and a bit of vomiting) but an overall apathy about and distaste for food. I love food. I make my living talking about food. I love to cook. I love to eat. Just not during the first trimester. Despite my strong desire to look at every baby craft imaginable, I considered giving up Pinterest entirely because of the horror of constant pictures of food. I struggled to hold back bile rising as I listed foods for other pregnant women to try to raise their iron or increase or decrease their rate of weight gain. If I had enough energy to start something for dinner over lunch, it was profoundly uninteresting once the time for dinner rolled around. The only things that ever sounded good were popsicles and fried potatoes.

This week, I finally have the energy to cook – and the stomach to eat. I’ve cooked almost every night and enjoyed the varied flavors of Spicy Clam Penne, Chicken Paprikash, Fresh Pickles, Watermelon, and Zucchini from the garden. It’s been wonderful. I feel like myself again.

…for showing and people knowing
It’s easier to dress when you don’t have to worry about people thinking you’re just thickening around the middle. Easier to stand if you don’t have to worry about people wondering and trying to figure out what to tell them if they guess. Easier to talk to the clients I already spilled the beans to without my coworkers getting confused. Because yes, the foundations lady at Dillards and a handful of clients learned I was pregnant before all but my closest family.

I saw one of the first clients I told just the other day – she was ecstatic that I was now showing and eager to remind me again what a blessing children are.

…for an excuse to cry
I had a very difficult client this week. After she was gone, I cried in my office. I cried in my boss’s office. I cried again in my office while writing my notes. A coworker gave me a hug. I cried again at lunch and had potato chips and a book to soothe my emotions. After work, I cried again and got hugs and French fries from my husband. (Am I an emotional eater? Why yes. Yes, I am.) My reaction was most decidedly an overreaction. It was far from professional. But I had an excuse. I’m pregnant.

…for Spotify
I am not one of those girls who needs to have music on (or noise going in general) to be happy. I am perfectly content to drive, do dishes, cook, and read in perfect silence. When I do feel the need for background music, I often turn to Pandora, where I have a praise and worship station set up playing mostly Chris Tomlin and Matt Redman.

But now that I have some energy, it’s time for me to do what I advise my pregnant clients to do: train for delivery. Delivery is like a marathon, I tell them. The better prepared your body is, the easier it can be. With Kansas weather currently either raining or sweltering, my usual favorite form of physical activity (walking) is out, so I’m taking my own advice and turning on some music to dance around the house (or, in my basement with the fan on – alternating dancing with resistance exercise and doing some stretching at the end.)

To make sure that I’m exerting the right amount of energy, it’s valuable to choose my dancing music carefully. Pandora has workout stations that fit my preferred 120-140 bpm range (perfect for low impact aerobic dance), but until I’ve curated them carefully, they’re mostly, uh, music I don’t like to listen to. Enter Spotify. Spotify lets me create playlists that I can then have on “random” from my phone during my workout. I choose songs that I don’t mind dancing to within my preferred range (actually 133-148 bpm) and I don’t have to worry about getting some random awful song thrown into the mix. It’s perfect.

While I’m at it, I made a few more playlists: the Hosanna! praise music of my childhood and my favorite Christian oldies. After all, baby might be starting to hear this week, and what better thing than to hear his mama singing the Psalms or some Larry Norman, right?


Many times through the early weeks of pregnancy, I had to remind myself to be thankful – not because I was particularly unhappy or unthankful but because I was so exhausted I had little energy to think about or do anything. Now, it’s much easier to be thankful, as I start to have energy for more and more. Oh, that I would get in the habit, though, of thanking God every moment – such that it isn’t an extra but a movement as natural as breathing.

Breathing in grace.

Breathing out thanks.

Even as I’m training my body for delivery, I’m training my soul for life. Breathing in grace, breathing out thanks.

Now that’s breath support.

“Let everything that has breath praise the Lord!
Praise the Lord!”
~Psalm 150:6 (ESV)


A Different Sort of Journey

As I read The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, I am struck with how different (for the earthlings) this trip to Narnia is than the others.

In The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, the Pevensies travel to Narnia by their accident but by Aslan’s grand design to fulfill the long ago prophecy of sons of Adam and sons of Eve sitting on the thrones in Cair Paravel.

In Prince Caspian, the Pevensies travel to Narnia when called by Susan’s horn to set the rightful heir to Narnia’s throne on his place.

In The Silver Chair, Eustace and Jill travel to Narnia to find and free a captured heir.

In The Last Battle, Eustace and Jill travel to Narnia to help the final king of Narnia fight his last great battle.

In each of those four titles, the earthly children travel to Narnia for a specific purpose that changes the course of Narnian history. In The Magician’s Nephew, one could argue that Digory and Polly do not travel to Narnia for the purpose of depositing evil there – but that is what they do nonetheless, forever altering the Narnian landscape (Of course, a sovereigntist such as myself might argue that this is indeed the purpose for which Digory and Polly made their way into Narnia – but I think it would be dishonest to presume that C.S. Lewis, a less eager sovereigntist, would feel the same way.)

So, in each of the other Narnian chronicles, earthly children find themselves taken to a new world, to Narnia, in order to change Narnian history. But not in The Voyage of the Dawn Treader. (I am aware that the Narnia fan will accuse me of skipping The Horse and His Boy – and they would be right. I have skipped that book because it does not anywhere within it include an earthly child being transported to Narnia – and it is that scenario that I am looking at in this post.)

In The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, one can indeed argue that Caspian’s great sea voyage would have turned out very differently if Edmund, Lucy, and Eustace had not been dumped into the sea beside his ship. One might even say that Caspian may well have died on his voyage were the Pevensies and Eustace not there. That certainly could have changed the course of Narnian history. But one could just as easily say that Caspian would have had an eventful but ultimately successful voyage whether or not Edmund, Lucy, and Eustace were there.

The Voyage of the Dawn Treader is not about the transformation of Narnia.

Instead, it explores a more subtle transformation – the transformation of people – especially of Eustace Clarence Scrubb.


Chronicles of Narnia Reading ChallengeI am in Narnia again this month, reading along in conjunction with Carrie’s Chronicles of Narnia Reading Challenge. Don’t forget to drop over by Reading to Know to see what kind of goodies Carrie has there for Narnia lovers!


So much for the grand plan

I shop a lot of used stores and most trips are not particularly memorable. I go in, I browse the racks, I try on dozens of articles of clothing and purchase less than 10% of what I try on (yes, I calculated that once – I think I purchased 9 of 140 or so items tried on.)

But this trip was memorable because I found this gorgeous shirt.

It was a lovely teal satin button down shirt. The moment I put it on, I felt like a queen.

It. fit. my bust. When I spread my arms wide, the buttons in front didn’t gape. I was sold. It was sold to me.

I got it home and put it on and discovered what I hadn’t noticed in my wonder in the dressing room.

The front was at least ten inches longer than the back.

Yep, I’d just bought a maternity blouse.

I wore it anyway, long tailed bodice tucked into a skirt or slacks. I couldn’t pass up something that fit my bust so beautifully.

But alas, somewhere along the line, I lost contact with that lovely shirt – either I gave it away or… I don’t know what happened to it.


While we were in the pregnancy planning stage, I took a look at my wardrobe and decided that we didn’t need to budget too much for maternity clothing. I wear mostly dresses and skirts with knit shirts – and most of my dresses have extra give around the waist.

I figured I could wear pretty much everything I already own for the first trimester, gradually decreasing my options down to the jersey knit dresses by the second trimester. Then I can make myself a belly band and buy some bigger t-shirts to go with my elastic waist skirts for the third trimester.

What I didn’t count on was the non-belly changes.


I’d been holding off buying bras, expecting that my breasts would be changing as the end of pregnancy drew near. It didn’t seem appropriate to buy new bras if I knew I was going to have to buy still more in different sizes within a few months. So I was making do with majorly stretched out brassieres.

Then I got pregnant. Within a week of finding out, my breasts were so tender I knew I couldn’t hold out any longer. I needed better support.

I went to get fitted and walked out stunned. Two cup sizes in the first month of pregnancy. What on earth! I wasn’t expecting that until the third trimester when my body’d be ramping up for breastfeeding.

My grand plan for not purchasing maternity clothes started to fade as I tried on one dress after another before finally finding one that didn’t squish my breasts into a giant sausage extending from shoulder to navel.

My new plan is to make myself a knit maxi dress that I’ll just wear every single day for the rest of pregnancy.


Did you have any surprising body changes during pregnancy? What did you do wardrobe-wise while you were pregnant?


Book Review: King Solomon’s Mines by H. Rider Haggard

Adventure is not my genre, I told myself as I read the various introductions to June’s Reading to Know Classics bookclub pick. But I’m reading along with the bookclub, so I’ll read Haggard’s King Solomon’s Mines.

Having read King Solomon’s Mines, I wonder why I decided that adventure wasn’t my genre. I thoroughly enjoyed this tale of an English gentleman, a former British naval captain, and a white adventurer/elephant hunter traveling through South Africa in search of the former’s brother, who had not been heard of since he left on his quest to find the legendary diamond mines belonging to the ancient King Solomon.

Allan Quatermain, the adventurer and elephant hunter, is the book’s narrator – and he describes the action in down-to-earth style. Allan knows something of the mines, but he also knows that no man who has seen them has lived – so he’s circumspect as he begins this quest, leading the expedition north. He has received promise of a share of any findings, but has little hope of returning to civilization with diamonds in store. Instead, he carries on the expedition for the sake of his son, a medical student in London. As payment for his leading the expedition, Quatermain has arranged that, on the occasion of his death (which is almost certain), a generous stipend is to be paid to Quatermain’s son by the gentleman (or his estate). And thus he goes to what is almost certainly death.

What follows is a story of dangerous hunts, unexpected revelations, and even a battle. As adventure goes, this had a little bit of everything – but no single dimension was so emphasized that I got tired of the creepiness of a witch, the danger of the hunt, or the clash of steel against steel (actually, I don’t remember if the battle involved steel or wood – and I returned the book before I reviewed it – Gah!)

King Solomon’s Mines has officially made me rethink my earlier position that adventure is not my genre. Adventure done like this is definitely up my alley!


Rating: 4 stars
Category: Adventure
Synopsis: Three white men set out into the inner portion of South Africa in search of one of the men’s brothers – who had been searching for King Solomon’s legendary diamond mines.
Recommendation: This was good. Even if you don’t think adventure is your thing, it’d be worth giving it a try.


I read this as a part of Carrie’s Reading to Know Classics Book Club Check out what other bloggers are saying about this book at this month’s conclusion post.


Nightstand (June 2014)

I’ve been returning books to the library once I’m done reading them (a good habit, you know) – and therefore hadn’t been noticing that I’ve actually done a decent bit of reading this month. However, I’ve got a whole slew of books due (without renewals) the first of July, so I’m still cutting it close with plenty!

Books Read

Books Read this Month (the ones that I hadn’t already returned)

This month, I read:

  • Bottled Up by Suzanne Barston
    A treatise from the “fearless formula feeder” arguing that breastmilk isn’t the best option for every mother and child. A valuable look into the psyche of those who “failed” at breastfeeding – but her arguments against breastfeeding are less than stellar. Read my full review here.
  • The Heart’s Frontier by Lori Copeland and Virginia Smith
    Amish romance meets Wild West, set right here in Kansas. This was a rather fun version of the standard Amish romance, since the primary differences between the plain way of life and the cowpoke’s life wasn’t technology but…well…other things. I enjoyed this book far more than I’ve enjoyed most of the Copeland novels I’ve read recently, but I’m not sure exactly why – it was still nominally Christian fiction, a relatively sappy romance with little character development. But, I enjoyed it. So there you have it.
  • King Solomon’s Mines by H. Rader Haggard
    Adventure is not my usual genre, but I’ve read along with all of the Reading to Know Classics Bookclub so far this year and I don’t intend to stop now. I’m awfully glad I did read this one, which was a gripping tale of a 1800s elephant hunter who is hired by two English gentlemen to lead them to the (generally presumed to be mythical) mines of King Solomon, in search of one gentleman’s brother, who set off on an expedition to the same locale and was never heard from again. I thoroughly enjoyed this novel!
  • Cotillion by Georgette Heyer
    When a rich uncle tries to convince his grand-nephews to marry his ward, things don’t exactly turn out how anyone expect. This is an absolutely delightful romp through Regency England – and officially my favorite book by Heyer. Check out my full review here.
  • The Upside-Down Christmas Tree by Delilah Scott and Emma Troy
    A collection of various families’ strange holiday traditions – many of which entail avoiding family functions, thumbing their noses at “Christmas culture”, or celebrating personal obsessions. It kept me moderately entertained during our wait at urgent care when Daniel had pneumonia, but, as a Christmas lover myself, I wasn’t too impressed.
  • The Man Who Loved Jane Austen by Sally Smith O’Rourke
    Eliza (quite unwisely per her investment banker boyfriend) buys an antique writing desk on a whim. She isn’t expecting anything spectacular of it, but finds herself on a grand adventure after she finds a couple letters hidden within – an open one from an F. Darcy, addressing himself to Jane Austen, and a sealed one addressed in Austen’s own handwriting to Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy. Thus begins a lighthearted and fantastical tale of a modern day man (whose family was not Austen fans, thanks to her strange co-option of their family name and the name of their American state) who fell in love with Austen. This was a fluffy read, but enjoyable – it reminded me a little of “You’ve Got Mail” meets “Kate and Leopold”. There is a bit of potentially objectionable content – premarital sex (in the modern day) is considered the norm and there’s also some language – but it wasn’t racy like I feared it might be. I’m glad this caught my eye during a recent library trip because I enjoyed it rather a lot.
  • Naked Economics by Charles Wheelan
    A very nice basic introduction to economics – without the math. It’s supposed to make economics interesting for people whose eyes glaze over when they start hearing economic talk, but since I’m not one of those, I don’t know how well it succeeds at it’s goal. Nevertheless, it is an engaging overview of economic principles. Read my full review here.
  • Christmas in Colonial and Early America and Christmas in Finland by World Book
    I love Christmas and I love reading about how other cultures celebrate it. These two books from World Book’s extensive Christmas around the world collection were fascinating and managed to transport me back to my childhood, where I took copious notes on worldwide Christmas traditions and tried my hardest to incorporate them into my family’s Christmases.

Books in Progress

Books in Progress

In Progress:

  • Beginning Life by Miriam Boleyn-Firtzgerald
    One of those books that tries to shed light on controversial subjects by excerpting articles from a variety of sources. This one deals with assisted reproductive technologies as well as abortion and emergency contraception.
  • Behold Williamsburg by Samuel Chamberlain
    A photograph-filled tour of Colonial Williamsburg as of the forties, when restoration was still in full swing. Reading in preparation for our Garcia family trip to Williamsburg in October.
  • Gilgamesh: a new English version translated by Stephen Mitchell
    It’s been a long time since I last read the Epic of Gilgamesh – and I’ve forgotten how racy it is. This is, however, shaping up to be an excellent and readable translation (I might have to remember Mitchell’s name and put this translation up with Seamus Heaney’s Beowulf as favorite renderings of ancient mythologies.)
  • The Maidenstone Lighthouse by Sally Smith O’Rourke
    I checked this out when I realized that I could close out O’Rourke with just two books if I jumped on it now. This one is not anywhere as interesting as The Man who Loved Jane Austen. It’s told in first person from the heroine’s point of view and if she mentions making love one more time… She hasn’t been explicit, which is the only reason I’ve kept reading, but I’m considering calling it quits on this one anyway. I only have so much reading time, and this does not seem worthy of my time.
  • When We Were On Fire by Addie Zierman
    A memoir of belonging to the nineties teen evangelical culture, of falling away from the faith, and of returning. My sister-in-law asked me if I’d read it because she wanted someone to discuss it with. And there is definitely discussion to be had here. While I have not had a falling away or returning, I identified strongly with Addie’s experiences as a teen in the nineties. This has been a tough book to read, inducing bits of nostalgia combined with equal parts distaste for the “on fire”, revival-happy, experience-seeking evangelicalism of my youth.

Books that are coming up

Books I plan to read next month

On the docket for next month:

  • New Mercies by Sandra Dallas
    For my in-real-life book club.
  • The Ruins of Gorlan by John Flanagan
    Because my sister-in-law (a different one than above) recommended it.
  • Prince Caspian by C.S. Lewis
    For Carrie’s Chronicles of Narnia Reading Challenge.
  • 101 Dalmatians by Dodie Smith
    For the Reading to Know Classics Bookclub.

Don’t forget to drop by 5 Minutes 4 Books to see what others are reading this month!

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Book Review: Bottled Up by Suzanne Barston

Of course, Suzanne Barston intended to breastfeed. She intended to be a good mom – and, as the subject of internet-based reality show hosted by Pampers.com, she had incentive to do everything right.

When breastfeeding went poorly and she started supplementing, eventually giving up on breastfeeding entirely, she spent months ashamed over her “failure” before deciding to embrace her ultimate decision as “The Fearless Formula Feeder” (the blog where she can now be found.

Bottled Up follows some of Suzanne’s journey, but it goes far beyond a memoir. Barston argues that breastfeeding is not a good option for many women, does not live up to its extravagant health claims, and is overly politicized.

As an avid breastfeeding promoter (a good portion of my job is helping women understand the benefits of breastfeeding and helping them to successfully initiate and maintain breastfeeding), this book was frustrating, challenging, and sometimes painful – but in a good way.

Barston begins by arguing that breastfeeding promotion is all about fear and guilt: fear that you’ll be perceived as a bad mother (which makes you choose to breastfeed in the first place) and guilt that you weren’t able or willing to breastfeed (when you choose not to breastfeed or end up quitting.) I do not doubt that there is plenty of fear and guilt wrapped up in breastfeeding. There is a lot of fear and guilt wrapped up in parenting in general. But I wonder if this is how the women who enter my office perceive me to be operating. Do they feel that I am trying to use fear to induce them to breastfeed when I tell them about the marvelous immunological benefits of breastmilk and the many childhood ailments that breastfed babies have reduced risk for? Does the suggestion of risk reduction mean fear mongering? Many of these women have no reason to fear postpartum hemorrhage, yet I might still tell them that breastfeeding in the immediate postpartum reduces risk of postpartum hemorrhage. Does this produce fear for an adverse event (hemorrhage) rather than wonder at the marvels of our bodies (what I experience when I think about the effects of the hormone milieu of early postpartum breastfeeeding)? Do the women who didn’t breastfeed or didn’t breastfeed for long with their earlier children feel guilt when I encourage them that every breastfeeding experience is different and that just because they had some difficulties with one child does’t mean they’ll have those same difficulties with the next? Or do they understand that information as I intend it – to empower them to make a decision now unbounded by the fear of past experiences?

Next Barston discusses “lactation failures”, giving herself as a prime example. She started supplementing at two days when her infant had lost 10% of his body weight and was experiencing jaundice from AB-O blood incompatibility. The hospital pediatrician had offered Barston an option: “waiting it out” or supplementing with formula – and Barston chose supplementing, hoping to get herself and her baby out of the hospital as quickly as possible. Based on this experience, and a review of the many medical conditions for which the Academy of Breastfeeding Medicine does not feel supplementation is warranted, Barston believes that the today’s medical community is inappropriately disinclined to supplement and does so at the expense of infants – and their mothers. She argues that the common medical belief that only 1-5% of women experience primary lactation failure is scientifically baseless and that a much greater proportion of women are physically unable to breastfeed.

As a breastfeeding advocate, I frequently remind women that most women can successfully produce sufficient milk for their babies. I believe the 1-5% number, despite it being, yes, just an estimate. The simple fact is that there is no way for us to know, of those women who give up breastfeeding or supplement on day 2, how many of those women were incapable of producing sufficient milk and how many simply hadn’t had their milk “come in” yet (It’s a rare woman who has mature and voluminous milk on the second day postpartum – a more typical timeline is 3-5 days postpartum.) The number of women who enter my office complaining of engorgement after quitting breastfeeding because they “didn’t make enough” is astounding. I believe that there is true primary lactation failure. It exists. Other women (like my sister-in-law) experience secondary lactation failure, where their milk supply suddenly disappears due to extreme stress or starting a breastfeeding incompatible form of birth control. But the majority of women, including the ones who come into my office saying they quit because they weren’t making enough, are physiologically capable of producing breastmilk (and in sufficient quantities to meet their infant’s needs.)

I encourage women not to supplement – especially not in the first two weeks. I discuss what they can expect in those first two weeks. Baby might be really drowsy in the hospital and then “suddenly” be hungry all the time once you get home. That’s normal and not a sign that you don’t have enough milk. Normal babies have tiny stomachs that can’t stretch – they need to eat 8-12 times a day in those early days. Normal babies lose weight in their first few days of life. This is because they started out with a lot of fluid (even more if you had an IV during delivery), it doesn’t mean you don’t have enough milk. Your milk will start out yellowish and if you tried pumping it, you might only see a few drops in the bottle because the rest is stuck in the tubing. This is colostrum, it’s wonderful and he doesn’t need large amounts at a time (remember how little his tummy is?) What’s more, baby is better at getting milk from your breasts than the pump – don’t try to pump to figure out how much you’re making. Etc, etc, etc. I repeat it at least a dozen times in my “what to expect” speech: “That doesn’t mean you’re not making enough milk.” What does mean you’re not making enough milk? I educate them on that too – and I encourage them to let that be a sign for them to drop by the breastfeeding clinic at the hospital where they delivered. Most of the time, I explain, insufficient milk supply at the beginning is correctable. A lactation consultant (free at the hospital you delivered at in Wichita) can help you troubleshoot what’s going on with yours – they can evaluate latch and see if baby has a tongue tie or is pulling his lower lip in; they can do before and after weights to see how much transfer is actually taking place, they can walk through your breastfeeding routine and help you learn how to increase your supply. If your baby is showing some of the warning signs of not enough milk, don’t supplement, instead get yourself over to a lactation consultant!

In other words, I spout the stuff Barston complains about.

At the end of the second chapter, Barston explains how the seventh lactation consultant she and her son saw finally discovered the cause for the pain she had been experiencing while breastfeeding. Her son was tongue-tied. Barston describes how common this situation is and takes it as another proof that breastfeeding advocates are lying when they say that most women are able to breastfeed.

My chest aches and my eyes fill with tears.

I pray that I am not one of the six lactation consultants who offered ineffective advice without truly discovering the cause of breastfeeding difficulties. I pray I’m not one who tells women to just try harder, just keep going, it’ll get better without addressing their real needs.

Tongue tie is a true breastfeeding complication – but it doesn’t make breastfeeding impossible. A skilled lactation consultant can help the mother of many tongue-tied babies to find a position that allows for sufficient breastmilk transfer and avoids pain for the mother and the child. If the first consultant had discovered the tongue-tie, had helped Barston find a good position that worked for her and her child, would this book exist? Probably not.

Like I said, this book was frustrating, challenging, and sometimes painful.

I’m glad I read it. I feel it has given me much more perspective into how women who have “failed” at breastfeeding perceive our current breastfeeding culture – and how the breastfeeding community has let down some vulnerable mothers. Reading this enhanced my belief that most women know that breastfeeding is good for their babies – they don’t need to be convinced of breastfeeding’s benefits. Instead, they need to be educated regarding how to breastfeed, what to expect, how to know if something’s going well or poorly, and how to get help. And they need to receive careful individualized help when they ask for it. As breastfeeding support people, we need to ask questions, listen to mothers, and determine root causes of breastfeeding difficulties before we start handing out prescriptive advice (breastfeed more, put some lanolin on it, eat oatmeal). And we need to stop making the ideal the enemy of the good. We need to admit that many women are going to supplement even though we know exclusive breastfeeding is the best route – and we need to help them give baby as much breastmilk as they are willing or able to give.

I think this is a valuable book for all of us in breastfeeding support professions.

I do not think it’s a good book for mothers in general. Barston swings so far from the “breast is best” that she calls into question pretty much every bit of breastfeeding research that’s ever been done. Now, it’s true that breastfeeding research (like all research, but especially that sort that deals with human choices) is far from perfect, but the bulk of the evidence supports breastfeeding as the optimal feeding choice for both mothers and infants. The undecided reader of this book (or maybe the one who only knows from her friends who latched their baby on once that breastfeeding hurts) might get the impression that breastmilk substitutes are basically as good as breastmilk. And that just isn’t true. Breastmilk substitutes have been a lifesaver to infants whose mothers have been unable to breastfeed for all sorts of reasons. They are designed by scientists to meet an infant’s needs the best we know how. But breastmilk substitutes are to breastmilk what vegan bacon is to real bacon – an awfully poor substitute. If you can give your child breastmilk, it’s by far the better option.


I realize that this is an emotionally charged issue – and that my unapologetic preference for breastmilk over breastmilk substitutes makes me subject to accusations of insensitivity. Please believe me that I am not judging the women who don’t breastfeed or feel that they can’t breastfeed (and I certainly hope you don’t believe I’m judging the women who actually can’t breastfeed despite their desire to do so!) In fact, I frequently find myself reminding women that every drop of breastmilk their babies did get made a difference – and that they can wear their two weeks of breastfeeding proudly. I cheer for the women whose babies get formula during the day but who breastfeed at night because it’s easier than getting up to make a bottle – Good for them! I sympathize with the women who were told by a doctor or someone else that they needed to start supplementing or else and who found their supply dwindling as a result. And I try to make sure that every pregnant woman who comes into my office has more than just information about the benefits of breastfeeding but the practical help she needs to be successful at breastfeeding – whether that be for the three days she’s in the hospital, for the six weeks she’s at home with baby before returning to work, for six months combined with formula, or for two years with never a bottle to be found.


Rating: 3 stars
Category: Breastfeeding – social aspects
Synopsis: Barston argues against the current breastfeeding culture and argues that breastfeeding is not necessarily the best choice for moms and babies.
Recommendation: Recommended for breastfeeding support people as a call to compassionate care, but not really recommended otherwise.


Book Notes: Paranoid Parenting (Part 4)

I’m mostly writing notes to evaluate Furedi’s arguments and add my own thoughts. If you’re interested, you can check out Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3.

Chapter 4: Parenting on Demand

Chapter 4 starts with a complaint about some of the hallmarks of attachment parenting (feeding on demand, cosleeping, baby wearing, and avoiding “crying it out”) – but quickly morphs into something else entirely. The bulk of the chapter deals with what Furedi perceives as new roles of parents: parents as “full-time lovers” of their children, parents as therapists and healers, and parents as teachers. In each of these roles, Furedi explains how the definition of parenting has changed in recent years. Yes, parents have always been expected to love their children, but love has been redefined into emotional attentiveness, seen especially in play and separate from caring for a child’s physical needs. Furedi speaks of the role of parents in developing a child’s “emotional intelligence” and disparages the modern trend for constant attentiveness to a child’s emotional state, which he sees as complicating a child’s feelings. He also talks about a new role of parents in “supporting a child’s learning”, looking at how much time the average parent spends helping their children with homework (which Furedi purports is more time than the official guidelines suggest children should be spending on homework.)

This chapter was difficult for me to read and analyze. Furedi’s initial complaints about attachment parenting and his later complaints about new roles of parents seem disconnected – the only similarity between attachment parenting and the other complaints is the idea that a parent should be constantly attentive to a child’s needs. At the same time, I see a distinct difference between feeding “on demand” (a philosophy that I very much espouse-although I tend to call it “per infant hunger/fullness cues”) and spending large amounts of energy trying to decode your preschooler’s emotions. Telling parents to feed their infants when they are hungry is different than telling parents that they must always be on alert lest they emotionally damage their child.

Another difficulty for me was Furedi’s discussion of parents as teachers. I was homeschooled. My parents were my teachers. I intend to homeschool my own children. I feel strongly that parents ARE teachers, regardless of whether they take on that mantle or not. That said, I have my doubts about the homework little ones are sent home with – and about how much time parents are spending doing it. What on earth are kids doing in school all day that they need to be doing 5-10 hours of homework at home on top of it? I think I spent ten hours a week doing school, period. By the time I was in third grade, I needed only minimal direction from my mom. She certainly wasn’t spending 10 hours a week helping me with schoolwork (and remember, she was my only teacher.) I think parents should be teachers, are teachers. But I wonder if maybe parents and school systems are getting a little too caught up on “schoolwork” and “learning activities” (possibly at the expense of actual learning – and to the stress of parents everywhere.)


Thankful Thursday: Children

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One of the things I miss most about Nebraska is families. I grew up in a small church in which everyone was family – and I had plenty of interactions with people of all ages. Once I moved to Columbus, it took a while, but I got acquainted with families fairly quickly and spent time with people of all ages.

It’s been harder here in Wichita, where most of our friends are single or married young adults without children and where our churches have been big and relatively age-segregated. It’s been harder to get to know families, to interact with children. But we’re gaining traction, slowly – and this week has been particularly full of fulfilling interactions with children.

This week I’m thankful…

…for for an invitation to a picnic
He gathered all the fruits from the puzzle on the table, placed them in the shape sorting basket, and handed the basket to me. “We’re going on a picnic to the Indian. Do you wanna come?” Of course I wanted to come.

While I have children in my office most of the day, I mostly interact with their parents. This little boy provided a delightful change of pace, telling me about the helicopter that was by the river during this year’s Riverfest, inviting me on his picnic (to see the “Keeper”-a large statue that stands where the Arkansas and the Little Arkansas rivers combine), and telling me about how he *couldn’t* see the fishes in the river because it was too muddy.

…for a little girl who hasn’t learned to keep her mouth shut
I descended the stairs after getting some lab work done, my keys already in my hand for my return to work, when her exclamation pealed through the waiting room. “Look at that girl’s pretty dress!” Her embarrassed father grabbed her hand, turned to her, undoubtedly to shush her. I smiled at her and left the office.

In time, she will learn to keep such comments to herself. She will learn that such things are to be whispered instead of shouted. But for now, I rejoice in a child’s voice proclaiming my outfit “pretty” (and me a girl, but that’s neither here nor there!)

…for dances and special songs
It’s been a while since we’ve seen some friends of ours from church, what with them going to a different service than us for a month and then us being sick the past couple of weeks (me first with a nasty cold, then Daniel with pneumonia from that cold – Bleh!) But this week, we were back in the same service and chatted for a while before going out to dinner with them afterward.

Their kids know us, have been over at our house, see us in church and so on – but usually they’re pretty shy around us or have grandma and grandpa or aunts nearby to charm, so they don’t pay much attention to us. But this past Sunday, we were just having dinner the six of us. 3-year-old H was his rambunctious self, dancing on the restaurant booth beside me. I asked him if he likes dancing (which, of course, he does) and what kind of dancing he likes best (swinging – which, in this case, means swinging his arms and swaying his body). I informed him that I too enjoyed dancing, which was enough for him to consider me a dance partner. He wrapped his arms around me and started “swinging”, singing a made-up song into my hair.

“Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord,
the fruit of the womb a reward.
Like arrows in the hand of a warrior
are the children of one’s youth.
Blessed is the man
who fills his quiver with them!
He shall not be put to shame
when he speaks with his enemies in the gate.”
~Psalm 127:3-5 (ESV)

Thank you, Lord, for the heritage that is children, for the blessing of being able to interact with them.


Book Review: Naked Economics by Charles Wheelan

So, apparently economics is really boring. Or at least, it is if your only exposure is a high school or college Econ 101.

I never had the dubious pleasure of taking Econ 101, so I’ve always considered economics to be fun.

Charles Wheelan’s Naked Economics seeks to undo this apparently common misconception by “undressing” economics from the equations that presumably cause the average economics student to consider economics boring.

Since I’ve never considered economics boring, I don’t know how well this book succeeds at its goal – I do, however, know that I found this to be a simple and fascinating introduction to economics.

Wheelan addresses how markets work, what incentives do, how governments help and hinder things, how to measure economies, what the federal reserve does, and much more.

It’s great. It defines terms, fleshes out principles, and makes economics absolutely simple.

But I like economics. So I really can’t say much.

Except that, if you don’t like economics or have always been intimidated by it, you should probably check this book out.

It might just change your view of the “dismal science”.


Rating: 4 stars
Category: Economics
Synopsis: Wheelan gives a basic no-math introduction to economics.
Recommendation: If you find your eyes glazing over when people start talking economics – or if you enjoy economics – this is a good introduction to the wonderful (actually very interesting) world of economics.