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I got a shout out yesterday from Mommyish in new article about sex while breastfeeding. As in at the same time. Here’s a link to the WTF Mombie that helped raise this particular topic:
Lucy offers a suggestion:
Joni clearly does not care for this suggestion and is quite rude to Lucy:
I offer Joni guidance:
The punchline? Joni is a pediatric physical therapist. 😉
This RIE blogger and self-proclaimed parenting specialist is fostering her niece, whose parents “couldn’t take care of her” — and apparently, neither can she. She denies the baby toys, insists that tummy time is grossly disrespectful, and has video clips of the baby girl at 7 months behaving like a 2-month-old, and then again at 11.5 months just beginning to combat-crawl. The baby is now seventeen months old and but appears to have the motor development of baby half that age.
What I don’t understand is how ALWAYS placing an infant onto its back (even to play!) and hindering its development is supposed to be respectful. And denying an infant or toddler developmentally-appropriate toys (especially one who is already significantly delayed!) isn’t a “parenting philosophy” — it’s straightforward child neglect.
Here’s a clip of the baby “during an hour long play session in which R., who is five months old, peacefully and contentedly explored and manipulated a piece of wax paper, forever challenging the notion that babies get easily bored”:
EDIT: Someone on Mommyish has taken exception to my “picking on” Lisa (i.e., the blogger and daughter-in-law of RIE’s founder), arguing that there could be reasons behind the child’s developmental delays which have nothing to do with REI. As I pointed out to her:
I’ve said it before about Attachment Parenting, and the same holds true for RIE: “If a baby has a developmental delay, that’s unfortunate. If the delay happens as a result of poor parenting, even more so. But if the delay is clearly caused by a parenting philosophy, that’s just unforgivable.”
I’ve just witnessed the most disgusting and depraved ‘funny” baby video I have ever seen on YouTube. It’s so bad that I cannot even bring myself to post the link. Only 37 seconds long, it makes the shitty baby video seem heartwarmingly adorable by comparison.
It begins with a spread-eagled, presumably EC’d baby being “pooped” by a woman (presumably mom) over an open diaper. An older child of perhaps two is clearly distressed by this sight, and her mother laughs and jokes as the kid freaks the fuck out. The cameraman (I’m assuming Dad) can be heard teasing the toddler in the background.
Both parents are clearly fascinated by the infant’s defecation, and only the two-year-old’s reaction suggests an iota of intelligence. The parents cheer the shitting baby on while the little girl cries and holds some sort of surgical mask over the lower half of her face. Dad then begins snarkily cheering on the little girl, encouraging her to stare at her baby sister’s private parts as the poop works its way out of the infant’s ass.
The video ends with a hairy, overweight old man appearing in the doorway in nothing but a pair of boxer shorts. I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he’d paid for an hour with one (or both) of the children.
I’m not a fan of censorship, but I’m even LESS of a fan of children being victimized — especially by their own parents. The baby may have been blissfully unaware of its surroundings, but the little girl was clearly being subjected to a sickening situation which her parental units seemed to find hilarious. I reported the video to YouTube, though I’m sure it could be argued that it remains within their terms of service, as baby vag no longer seems to qualify as nudity these days — at least not on Facebook or Youtube.)
Why do people upload this shit?! Do they find it cute? Do they think it’s funny? And don’t give me that, “We only put it up so Great Aunt Ethyl could enjoy these most-precious moments of our little snowflake’s existence.” Aunt Ethyl doesn’t want to see that shit any more than the rest of us — unless the reason she can’t actually come and visit your snowflake Neveah (and witness these “precious moments” for herself) is that the State will not permit her within 50 yards of a child on account of her having previously viewed/filmed/directed/starred in “precious moments” of your first child (or someone else’s).
NOTE: If you haven’t already bought Blair’s Book, I highly recommended it as 101 on the world of parenting overshare via social media. (There’s more to it than poop and baby vag; I promise.)
I’ve decided to teach modern American society a lesson, one public breastfeeding at a time.
LESSONS IN PUBLIC BREASTFEEDING: A Mothering.com editorial about a woman who is repeatedly asked to cover her tits while nursing her baby and/or child in public.
The really hurtful negative reactions to my breastfeeding have come from people who don’t know me—strangers passing judgment. Once I sat down outside a Starbucks coffee shop at a table with some friends and friendly acquaintances.
When I began to nurse my child, one man—a friend of one of my friends—jumped up and went to another table. I looked after him, stricken, but he didn’t return. His blatant rejection and disgust felt like a punch in my stomach.
If I sat down for some coffee with a few “friendly acquaintances” and one of them whipped out a body part without giving any warning — whatever their intentions — I’d probably get up and move too.
In the private office of a mental health professional, as I sobbed while attempting to describe my feelings, my son started rooting and whimpering. I automatically put him to the breast, but the mental health professional interrupted me in midsentence: “Do you not have something you can cover up with?”
Speechless, I fumbled around until I found a receiving blanket. It was her private office, after all, and at that moment I felt too weak and vulnerable to snap back an appropriate response. I don’t remember if I was able to finish what I’d been saying, and I never went back.
Let’s review her mistakes now, shall we?
(A) She brings a newborn along to the shrink.
(B) She whips a boob out in front of the shrink.
(C) She takes offense when the shrink tactfully encourages her to cover up.
(D) She feels too victimized to “snap back an appropriate (?!) response.”
(E) She leaves the shrink’s office and never goes back.
LVNM basically says everything that needs to be said: