Don't Be a Boob!
Have you read about the new trend (let's pray it's limited) of breastfeeding Moms swapping babies in an effort to bond? Yes. "Here, Tiff, you take baby Caytelinn and nurse her and I'll nurse your little Joenah. We'll be so close!"
I love my friends. Dearly. I've known many of them since before we even had boobs (except for that darn CBM who blew us all out of the water early.)
When we want to bond we drink cocktails. Make a phone call. Drop each other a note. Nurse each others kids? Not likely.
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17 comments:
The situation Allison described actually happened to me in college. It's a long story (and I won't get it into here) but suffice to say it involved roommates, rather than nursing mothers.
Hi Kim,
This isn't about boobs and nursing mothers, but I told you I would ask what kind of talker they use at the autism school my therapy dog and I visit. It's a "Vantage".
Best,
Tena
Thanks, Tena. Ah, perhaps I can "milk" our district for one? LOL!
People seriously do this? Really? I am having a tough time picking my jaw up off the floor. All I can say is WOW. And if anyone EVER offers a nip to my baby, they're gonna have one pissed mama to deal with.
Kim Stagliano said...
Thanks, Tena. Ah, perhaps I can "milk" our district for one? LOL!
Hi Kim,
Good luck "mooving" on this :-)
Tena
I'm "tit"tering!
Kim Stagliano said...
I'm "tit"tering!
6:04 PM
Keep me abreast.
Tena
I think breastfeeding should be done for your own kids if at all possible, and maybe if there's some tragedy involving another person's child needing milk - say, you're trapped in the woods, and the other bf'ing mom is eaten by a bear, and her little darling is starving. But, no thanks on the boob bonding. My friends and I go for coffee and chocolate for bonding.
You're pushing me hear, Tena... Ok, 6:15 am, half a cup of Starbucks in... My mother didn't has any friends to nurse me, she didn't nurse me either, at least according to my mammary...
Sorry.
Oy - HERE. HERE. Not hear. See? It is early.
Kim Stagliano said...
You're pushing me hear, Tena
When it comes to puns, I go for the jug-ular :-)
Tena
Damn you woman! OK, donning my Rossi-humor hat, got to make my Dad proud.... Nope, can't do it, we'll just have to "nip" this one in the bud.
Okay, we'll stop nursing this one along.
Loved your post, "Stupid Autism Tricks".
And I'm sure your dad is very proud of you.
Tena
Ummm...
Ew.
Ew, Ew, Ew.
That's just freakin nasty.
Once you start down that road with boob bonding, you end up slow dancing in the basement while listening to your older brother's 45s. And where does that lead you? Right: To smoking cigarettes behind the high school. Next thing you know, you're buying those frilly, low-cut lace tops. And, ladies, it's all downhill from there.
Straight to the inguinal ligaments, Harvey. You're so right.
And once you go down the road to inguinal ligaments, it's time for the Puerto Rican Rum with Michelob chasers.
Bottom line: This boob sharing can get awfully dangerous awfully fast.
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