This morning Stephanie from This Casita wrote an interesting post about judgmental mother’s.

I have to agree with her whole heartily.

It seems like every time I talk to another mother they ask the same questions:

Did you have a C Section and are you breastfeeding?

Yes, I did have a C Section. No, I am not breastfeeding..

I then feel like I have to go into full detail to defend my reasons for doing so, but their eyes start to glaze over. Usually they will interrupt me to start talking about how their sister’s best friend’s cousin had the most amazing water birth experience and just how easy it was for them to breastfeed.

New mothers are under an incredible amount of stress anyway, why add more to their load?

I tried to breastfeed, it didn’t work out. There was lots of crying and turmoil on my end because I set my heart to do it.

I remember one day when Gabriel was almost a month old, we went on a family trip to BabiesRUs to find a better bottle. He was hungry so I went to the nursing room to feed him. There was already another woman there changing her baby. I asked her if it was alright if I feed the baby and she said of course. She seemed nice.

I did my thing: poured in the formula, shook it up, pressed out the air (Playtex Drop-in’s are the worst by the way) and started to give him his bottle. There I was minding my own business, when the lady lets out a huge sound of disgust. She sat down across from me (all while starting me down), whips out her boob and starts feeding her baby (still staring me down). As she was leaving she got a call (from her husband I’m guessing) and says something like, “I’m just finishing up. I wanted to breastfeed my son because I could.”

I waited till she left the nursing room to call my husband bawling.

From that day on I learned how snarky and mean other woman can be.

Can’t we just all get along?