I’m Like the Guy in “Fight Club”

Formula isn't Poison.

Every week, I go to a breastfeeding moms support group. I stopped nursing three months ago.

At first, I tried to blend, just made my baby a bottle of formula beforehand and fed it to him during the group hoping people would assume it was previously pumped breast milk. But I’ve gotten brazen, and now I just take out my little bottles of Good Start and feed him right there, as the other moms try not to stare in horror.

I guess I’m just lonely.

That meeting is a good time killer. You drive over there, stop by the Astro Burger drive-thru for a Diet Coke and some zucchini sticks, sit in the meeting for an hour and a half and next thing you know, the afternoon is almost over.

Any guilt I had about weaning at four months is healed by these weekly meetings, the non-stop obsessing about what size breast shields to use, whether the babies are gaining weight (many moms weigh their babies daily at the store that houses the group), what kinds of supplements to use to keep the milk flowing, how often to pump and for how long, how to wake up in the middle of the night to pump so the supply doesn’t drop, the best way to freeze and store milk, how to deal with plugged ducts and babies that need to nurse every hour through the night.

Sometimes, I just want to raise my hand and say, “Listen you crazy bitches, it’s not all about the breastfeeding. I’m sure you can bond with your babies in lots of ways that don’t involve turning your lives inside out just to make sure you never expose your baby to an ounce of formula. It’s not poison.”

But I was one of those crazy bitches. I took the herbal supplements and drank the tea. I tried to go as long as I could, but at four months, supply just couldn’t meet demand. Did I want to keep taking drastic measures, to make motherhood all about nursing, or did I want to let go knowing I did the best I could? Well, I didn’t want to let go, but my body was in charge and that’s how it went. The well ran dry. To see the pressure these women put on themselves, is to look in a mirror. Would I have been a better mother if I chose to get up every couple of hours and pump so I could keep nursing? Or would I have been a sleep-deprived mess who let myself get brainwashed by my peers? So I go to the group. Maybe just to kill time, but maybe also to feel better about the formula thing, because these moms look downright miserable. Lots of talk about cutting out dairy and soy and how long to nurse on each side and what kind of pump is best and in the end, instead of feeling inferior, I just feel relieved. I have enough crazy, bullshit obsessions without adding this one. It’s over. And as much as I truly understand that breast milk is superior, I wonder about all the struggles that seem to go with nursing a baby.

It’s natural. It’s right. It’s what Mother Nature intended, and yet, so is breathing and most moms don’t go to breathing support groups or breathing consultants. My pediatrician says we need help to nurse properly because we no longer live in communal situations with aunts and cousins and elders who could show us how to do it. Stores and groups and books and consultants are the new “village” it takes to raise a child, or at least nurse it successfully.

The dark secret for me is that I had to work. Worse: I chose to work. I had a book to write and I went off for four hours a day and let the baby have a bottle. I pumped in my car in the parking lot of the library every couple of hours, but still, I worked. And maybe that’s why I stopped making enough milk. The less I made, the more formula I needed to use, the less I produced, the more I used formula, the more demand shrunk, supply shrunk, the whole thing unraveled and it’s all my fault for working. Or that’s what I tell myself when I’m kicking myself in the ass about the whole thing.

The pendulum has swung so far since the days when doctors advised moms that formula was best, when nursing was seen as radical and kooky. Now, at least in my little corner of the world in East Los Angeles, if you don’t nurse your baby for at least six months, you are a failure, you are a lazy mother, you are selfish. In the tacit competition between the moms over who can nurse the longest, the competition that may exist only in my mind: I LOSE.

Yes, I liked nursing. It was pretty sweet knowing I could keep my baby alive with my boobs. I did feel like a natural woman. At the pediatrician, I felt like a rock star. Around formula-feeding moms, I felt a potent mixture of superiority and pity. And after awhile, I felt like an idiot for my nonstop focus on how I could keep it all going, the breast milk in a cooler in the car, the washing of the plastic parts, the pumping in the middle of the night.

When I see what these nursing moms are going through, I don’t miss it. I’m angry that the unintended consequence of this well-meaning “breast is best” movement is to guilt working moms into nursing on demand, all the time, all night long, for six month or until most jobs won’t want you back. The accidental message is that if you don’t press the pause button on every aspect of your life to nurse the shit out of your baby, you are the worst thing in the world: a bad mom.

So maybe I don’t just go to the nursing moms support group just because I’m lonely, maybe I go because I’m guilty.

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66 Responses to “I’m Like the Guy in “Fight Club””

  1. Kat
    April 30, 2011 at 11:58 pm #

    Thank you for this. I’ve been looking for some blog posts that might reassure me that I’m not the spawn of Satan if I don’t b/f for 13 months like I did the first time.
    Did you have any trouble getting your baby to take formula after four months? Had you been feeding him a bit here and there before hand?
    My well also ran dry around four months with my first baby, but guess who refused to drink formula? Hint: not my husband.
    So I did have to get up every four hours during the night for the next who-knows-how-long and pump, because Miss Priss wouldn’t have it any other way.
    I’m now pregnant again and really questioning breastfeeding at all because I have landed a great job (did I mention I was a SAHM while I was Pump Champion 2010?) and I know when I go back after maternity leave I will not have time to pump/breastfeed/hang my tits out to dry. But I’m scared to death Baby Two will be as picky as his sister.

  2. Rachel Mowrer
    December 4, 2010 at 5:19 am #

    I miss you on Adams show, I know you are busy, but you are missed. :(

  3. The People of Detroit
    August 26, 2010 at 11:41 am #

    Hey Teresa,

    Congratulations on the new gig, but I have to admit, I miss you on Adam’s show. You provided a needed counterpoint to his sometimes extreme positions.

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