There has been a lot of hoo-hah this past week about a breastfeeding study that was conducted over a thirty year period documenting data from 6000 babies. The controversy comes from its suggestion that the babies who were breastfed for at least a year ended up with higher IQs than the ones that weren’t. The Guardian wrote a great piece about it, which you can read here. Before I continue, I’d like to say that I’ll be discussing my own personal views on this matter, and if you are sensitive to the subject of boobies you might want to stop reading now.
I have exclusively breastfed all three of my children, and I felt quite strongly about doing so even pre-pregnancy first time around. I had severe reflux as a baby and young child myself, which led to having major stomach surgery when I was just five years old. I have had a dairy intolerance forever, and there is now a lot of evidence that link dairy and reflux. In light of this I was always against the idea of giving my kids formula, which is essentially cows milk. I’m aware that there are alternatives on the
market, but I wanted to have a good crack at breastfeeding first. Fortunately for us, after a hairy first fortnight with my eldest, I was able to successfully do so. I’d like to say loud and clear that I don’t feel superior to formula feeding mums, nor do I look down on them in judgement. I’ve written about it before, and still stand firmly in the camp of it being a personal choice.
My three breastfeeding experiences have largely been positive ones, but I have also had a few ups and downs. Before Xmas I endured the complete torture of co-sleeping/comfort night feeding gone wrong, which resulted in me being bitten (a lot) and getting hardly any sleep. Although we successfully weaned my son off the boobies at night in January, due to recent illness we’ve regressed and I’ve fallen back into the habit of night feeding so as to not wake up the girls.
For the most part, with all three, boobies have been a handy ace card to have when I’ve been out of other solutions. Here are a few examples.
Baby has fallen over in an attempt to cruise between the furniture and is yelling the house down – administer boobies for an instant cure.
Baby is teething and calpol isn’t touching the sides – administer boobies for an instant cure.
I need five minutes peace to finish off some work – administer boobies for an instant cure.
You get my point?
There is pretty much nothing so bad in my little fella’s world that can’t be fixed by a feed, in fact the mere mention of the word boobies will have him smiling from ear to ear. Due to the recent sleep regression, and because he’s now 13 months, I have contemplated just cutting off the milk supply for good. We have a holiday to Greece coming up in May though, and with two four hour flights to contend with, I think I’m going to need my ace card just a tiny bit longer.
If my son happens to end up with an exceptionally high IQ as a result, well that’s a bonus as far as I’m concerned 🙂