Maybe I am not saying that right...
When Samantha was born, I was already down 1 strike to many because we opted to have a c-section. She was not flipping over and the main thing to me was having her in the most safe way possible for her and I. Am I wrong because I chose a c-section? Too many, I guess I am. To me, Samantha is here, beautiful and healthy. And I am proud of that. (And slightly happy that I never experienced labor!) STRIKE ONE.
Breastfeeding is best. I know this, but a baby that is eating and growing is really what is best. I learned this after stressing out over switching to a bottle, not even formula! Sam was happy, I was happy with giving Ray some nighttime feedings and it worked great for us. Do others agree? No. And thats ok. There is such a huge movement right now to breastfeed, co-sleep,etc. For all you mamas that did/ do it, more power to you. But can you please remember that it is okay if we don't all do it? We are not awful mamas if we don't. STRIKE TWO.
And then there was the formula debate... my job is physical and no matter how much water I drank or how often I pumped, I still ran out of milk! So we started Samantha on formula. AHHH!!! BAD MAMA! :) But last I checked, Samantha was a happy, growing child. STRIKE THREE.
The more "mamaing" I did, the more ways I saw that I was just not "hip."
I did the make your own food thing, but
Samantha and I did swim class, but
And the list goes on and on.
Do I love the knowledge that our generation of parents now have available at our fingertips?? YES! But sometimes I see it as just another way for people to criticize, critique and judge eachother. Being a parent is extremely hard and I feel that we should be constantly lifting each other up. I have criticized and critiqued and I now see that isn't helping that mama get through this time. So maybe I should keep my mouth shut.
No one is ever going to raise their children exactly like you raise yours. But the way that they are doing it probably works out fantastic for their family.
I feel like this is a battle that I will be fighting all of Samantha's life. That's okay. I know I am not the "hip" mama, but my happy giggling child who is growing and hitting all of her milestones doesn't care. And that is why I am okay with that.