The final word on breastfeeding and asthma? Don’t hold your breath.

Despite the numerous advantages to breastfeeding, there are a few cases where liquid gold is thought not to 100% live up to it’s pseudonym. Now, personally, I don’t think that’s anything to get worked up about. Formula has a lot of drawbacks, too – breastmilk, at least the kind that comes directly from the breast, is sterile; formula will always carry the potential for bacterial contamination. It’s just the nature of the beast. Pretty much everything in life has advantages and disadvantages – even my beloved Fearless Husband. He’s cute and talented and hilarious and the most amazing dad. But you know, he’s also maddeningly, perpetually late; exceedingly stubborn; and impossible to wake up – like, so impossible that I think it might be a medical issue. (Happy Valentine’s Day, honey…;) )

The clinical “disadvantages” to breastfeeding are pretty minor, and none outweigh the bennies, by any means. (Please note, this is very different than the personal disadvantages to breastfeeding, which have everything to do with your own individual situation and are completely real and valid. But right now I’m just talking about how breastfeeding fares in studies.) I’m talking about things like the scarcity of Vitamin D in breastmilk (the AAP now recommends that breastfed babies be given a D supplement to offset this risk) and the suspicion that babies prone to food allergies can become sensitized to substances coming through their mothers’ milk. Both of these are fixable problems, just requiring a bit of forethought and diet adjustment; no big deal.

Yet, it seems like the suggestion that breastfeeding (or breastmilk) may be even slightly imperfect in specific cases, is taken as slander. On the heels of any study that takes the sheen off breastmilk comes one which pumps it back up. A perfect example occurred this week, when a study came out stating that breastfed babies are “less angry” as adults. The irony (in addition to the fact that the study was pretty much worthless, as explained quite beautifully here) is that just a few months prior to this “breaking news”, we were told that breastfed babies are grumpier than their formula feeding counterparts. (Oh, and not too long before that, it was revealed that breastfeeding mothers are more aggressive, but that was apparently a good thing.)

I’m certainly getting aggressive and angry. But that’s because we’re wasting time on these ridiculous studies, not because of what I was or wasn’t fed during my first year of life.

Occasionally, though, a study or two will turn up a slightly more frightening “disadvantage” to breastfeeding, like in the case of asthma. Back in 2007, a group of American researchers suggested that for women with asthma, long-term breastfeeding was associated with a higher risk of asthma in their children. “Compared to children of asthmatic mothers breastfed for shorter periods, those breastfed for four months or longer had a 6% reduction in certain lung function testing at 16 years,” explains an article on WebMD. ” One theory is that breast milk transmits hormones that promote inflammation from mothers with asthma to their babies.” The researchers were appropriately quick to reassure parents; the lead author explained that “As a pediatrician and a mother of three who breastfed, I want to emphasize that breast is best…We know that breastfeeding is good for brain development and that breastfed babies have less ear infections. And there are many other benefits. But there may be an aspect to breastfeeding that isn’t totally positive.”

Aw, snap, lady!

But watch out – you stepped in it there. And apparently you got served, because just the other day, the headlines were screaming the good news: Breastfeeding Increases Lung Function! Breastfeeding Cuts Asthma Risk! Breastfeeding Tied to Stronger Lungs, Less Asthma!

These headlines referred to two studies, one large and Swiss, one small and from New Zealand- sounds like the set up for a dirty joke, doesn’t it? – found that breastfed babies, regardless of the mother’s asthma status, had stronger lungs in childhood, which theoretically will lead to less asthma.

The same researcher quoted above, Dr. Theresa Guilbert, was interviewed by Reuters about these new findings (of course she was… because that frames it as a competition, rather than just researchers trying to suss out what the best protocol for asthmatic mothers is in terms of infant feeding).

Dr. Theresa Guilbert, a pediatric pulmonologist from the University of Wisconsin School of Medicine and Public Health in Madison, said that despite the new findings, it’s still “controversial” whether or not asthmatic moms pass on any risk to their babies by breastfeeding.

None of the studies that have been done can prove cause-and-effect one way or the other, she said, and conflicting results might be due to different samples of moms, from areas with different diets and environmental exposures.

“There’s a lot of things that breastfeeding is very, very good for,” Guilbert, who wasn’t involved in the new research, told Reuters Health. “I think the jury’s still out on the risk of breastfeeding from mothers that are asthmatic.”

Pretty rational, right? But then of course, she had to put on her proverbial protective gear to prepare for the coming sh-tstorm:


But, she concluded, “I don’t think any of that (evidence) is now strong enough to tell moms they should stop breastfeeding… because of all the other important benefits that breastfeeding conveys to the child.”

I have no problem with that statement; it’s the fact that she had to say it; it’s the fact that every article having to do with infant feeding must end on the same note: Breast is best. End of story. It’s the fact that she has to defend her findings, when the researchers who found a “positive” effect (ie. one that supports the consensus that exclusive, long-term breastfeeding is always recommended) are never put on the defensive. I fear that this overwhelming bias towards breastfeeding – even if it is founded in truth – is sullying research. Who wants to be the jerk who discovers that puppies poop on the floor, and rainbows can be created by oil spills? Both of these things are true, but no one wants to shout about it from the rooftops. I don’t see why scientists would feel any differently.

As for asthma, I think it is probably one of these benefits like the obesity thing, that has little to do with formula or breastmilk, in either direction. Just like obesity, it is most likely more a combo of genetics, environmental and lifestyle factors. Women should not be encouraged to breastfeed solely based on this body of evidence, nor should they be encouraged not to.

Put that in your pipe and smoke it. (Just not near my child, please, because secondhand smoke exposure is probably a higher risk to her lungs than the absence of my breastmilk….)

FFF Friday: “Just feed the babies!”

Welcome to Fearless Formula Feeder Fridays, a weekly guest post feature that strives to build a supportive community of parents united through our common experiences, open minds, and frustration with the breast-vs-bottle bullying and bullcrap.

Please note, these stories are for the most part unedited, and do not necessarily represent the FFF’s opinions. They are also not political statements – this is an arena for people to share their thoughts, and I hope we can all give them the space to do so.

In this week’s FFF Friday feature, FFF Pamela reminds us that “everyone’s situation is different, and how people feel about their choices, or lack thereof, varies from person to person.” I think this is such an important piece of any discussion about parenting, and one that most experts, bloggers, and news reporters tend to forget – to the detriment of us all. And it’s something that I’d like to be more aware of on this blog and Facebook page, too – because it’s easy to assume that just because we share one common interest, doesn’t mean that we are all coming from the same headspace about it. Anyway. Onward to more important, less convoluted musings, by the lovely Pamela…


February 1, the day my son was born and my infant feeding story began. I was going to breastfeed, I hadn’t even thought about formula. Breastfeeding would just work, right? RIGHT?

Well it did….at first. My son latched perfectly moments after birth. When he was a few hours old they took him to the NICU. He wasn’t regulating his body temp and had low blood sugar. While in the NICU they didn’t let me nurse him. He was given a bottle by a nurse, which he then threw up. They feed him 2 oz of formula, to a 4 hour old newborn…way too much for his little tummy.

I nursed him the rest of the time in the hospital with no trouble. The night we got home for the hospital he screamed and cried and would not latch so I begged my husband to “just make him a bottle!!!” He did, and our son scarfed it down. The next day I reluctantly admitted to our son’s pediatrician that we gave him formula the night before. Thankfully, she didn’t even bat an eye.

At four days old he was re-admitted to the NICU for jaundice. I fed him every two hours as the nurses had told me. Yet, it took over 24 hrs for his levels to drop any so we could go home. At eight weeks my OB noticed he was still yellow but called it breastfeeding jaundice. Which was partly true, but it was also because, and I realized this later, he wasn’t getting enough milk to flush it out!

So fast forward to 10 weeks. We take our son in for a check-up (at 9 weeks he got a fever and had we had to rush him to the ER; it was just a virus but a VERY scary six hours. Spinal tap on your newborn? Not cool!!) to make sure he was over his illness, and I noticed he had only gained a few ounces since his last visit at six weeks. The nurse we saw only asked if we had an appointment with his pediatrician soon, and I said yes, but she didn’t ask any more questions. After thinking about it for a day I made him an appointment. A few ounces in four weeks wasn’t sitting right with me. This whole time I had been BFing with no troubles, no pain, no cracked, bleeding nipples, NO leaking boobs, none of it, I thought I was just lucky. At his appointment his doctor was very concerned with his non-weight gain. She scheduled our son to have an upper GI scan. She also encouraged me to feed him more often and pump after every feeding.

We did the scan (another not fun hospital day) and all came out normal (phew!), I nursed around the clock and pumped just as often. We went back for a follow up only to see that our son still was only gaining ounces. I told his pediatrician that I never had the feeling that other women talk about when their milk lets down; I wasn’t leaking milk; and I NEVER got milk when pumping. She suggested continuing the breastfeeding and round-the-clock feeding plus giving him 2 ounces of formula after 3-4 feedings a day. After a week we went back to her office and he had gained over a pound!! But, that still wasn’t enough so we started supplementing more and he started gaining more.

By five months I was nursing him once or twice at night and very early in the morning only. At six months I sat down to nurse and he pushed away from me, arched his back and screamed!! I gave him a bottle and never nursed him again. For six months I struggled. I cried everyday. Our son also tested positive for a metabolic disorder on his newborn screening. So for a couple months we had multiple tests, blood draws, urine samples, only for it all to come back as a false positive. I didn’t know anyone who wasn’t able to exclusively breastfeed. By six months I realized that the formula wasn’t doing anything but helping my child. At six months our son weighed a tiny 14lbs (he was 8lbs 3oz at birth) and looking back, I noticed it took him over 2 weeks to get back to his birth weight.

I still struggle with having formula fed my son. I always feel like I have to defend my decision and explain myself when I tell people my situation – I didn’t make nearly enough milk! I never shared my struggles with anyone, I didn’t feel like anyone could relate and I got tied of the “you did the best you could”, “next time drink more water and eat oatmeal” crap people would say to me. I had someone tell me not too long ago, “I know a few people who chose to formula fed and are totally confident with their decision. You should be too.” Again, just proving why I kept my struggle to myself. I didn’t feel like I got to make the choice to formula fed so I wasn’t confident in a decision that was made for me. Everyone’s situation is different, and how people feel about their choices, or lack thereof, varies from person to person. What I’ve learned from this AMAZING blog is that I don’t have to defend myself. By giving my child formula I was in no way harming him, I didn’t stop “doing my best” when I switched to formula and I am no less a fantastic mother because of how I fed my son. I am no better a mother then someone who didn’t breastfeed, or didn’t breastfeed as long as I was able to. We’re all fantastic mothers who are always doing our best for our children.

My motto-Just feed the babies!!


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A little post about Piri Weepu and breastfeeding advocacy gone wrong

Did you hear the one about the rugby star who dared be filmed bottle-feeding his baby daughter as part of a New Zealand anti-smoking campaign, and found himself the accidental poster boy for the breastfeeding backlash?

There’s no punchline, unless you can find some sort of dark humor in this egregious comedy of errors. Piri Weepu, who is supposedly somewhat of a folk hero for the Kiwi set, was shown feeding his kid in a PSA, and the images were cut after LLL, the New Zealand College of Midwives and a local health organization called Plunket decided that they would be “contradictory” to the nation’s breastfeeding initiatives. An uproar ensued. Twitter exploded with people defending Weepu; the rugby star himself spoke his mind (and made himself a bit of a hero in my eyes, too, as he stood up for formula feeders everywhere); arguments flooded the feeds of nearly every bottle-feeding- and breastfeeding-related Facebook page – including my own.

Some folks pointed out the breastfeeding advocacy groups were maligned unfairly in the press. Others said that the critics were overreacting; that this was simply a case of one public health campaign infringing on another. More than a few explained that showing an image of a father bottle-feeding would harm efforts to normalize breastfeeding and perpetuate a bottle-feeding culture. After all, they could have shown Piri bathing or cuddling his child if they wanted to make it clear that he was a doting dad – was the bottle really necessary?

I’ve heard lots of good points during the past few days, but no one has been able to clearly answer what I believe is the real question: Exactly how is showing a MAN feeding his baby sending a message that WOMEN shouldn’t breastfeed?

Yes, it is true that men can induce lactation, but in most cases, men are clearly incapable of providing breast-to-mouth nourishment for their babies. They must feed their children pumped milk from their partner’s mammary glands, or formula. Both of these substances must be fed through a bottle (cup or syringe-feeding, while less controversial methods of feeding babies in the breastfeeding advocacy camp, are certainly feasible alternatives for short-term situations, but they are not practical for most people and regardless, I’d think they are still “contradictory” to the normalization of breastfeeding if we’re operating on that assumption). In other words, if you are male, the only choices are a) feed your baby with a bottle or b) don’t feed your baby at all.

I understand that the fear is that an impressionable young woman who sees this ad will think “oh, look, a big time sports hero is using bottles – bottles are cool!” and this would make her not want to breastfeed. But I think this argument would be a lot more plausible if it had been a supermodel, actress, or female sports hero with bottle in hand. And what about the positive influence this image could have? What if we have an impressionable young man in place of our hypothetical young woman – maybe he’d get the message that real men take care of their children.

But, wait. Breastfeeding is supposed to be a family affair, right? Men should be helping their female partners lactate, not demanding that they take part in feeding themselves. What if that boy watching Weepu grows up, has a kid, and talks his wife out of breastfeeding because he wants to take part in the feeding?

I guess that could happen. Still, isn’t it a less hysterical interpretation to think that he’ll still support breastfeeding (if that is something his wife wants to do), but that he would ask her to maybe let him feed a bottle of pumped milk every now and then (or god forbid, a bottle of formula, if they are combo-feeding)? Frankly, I think that is 100% within his rights. Men should not be deprived of the feeding experience just because they don’t produce milk. Once breastfeeding is established, there is no medical reason that pumping a bottle or two a day is going to disrupt the breastfeeding relationship. (Not to mention that for any woman who goes back to work before her baby can use a sippy cup, bottles are probably going to come into play.)

I doubt that this incident would have caused such fury had it been a woman holding that bottle. I think most rational folks would understand that if the government is promoting breastfeeding, all government programs should be on the same page. But this is beyond ridiculous, and all it has served to do is provoke a massive breastfeeding backlash – something that we have been seeing more and more of in the past three years. When I started blogging, Hannah Rosin had just made headlines for her courage to to speak up when no one else would. Then Joan Wolf took it to a whole new level. A whole bunch of us have followed suit, some more radically, and some more moderately, than others.

I believe in breastfeeding, and the last thing I want to see is a backlash so extreme that it ends up discouraging women from nursing. At the same time, if raising breastfeeding rates means losing all modicum of common sense, engaging in censorship, and throwing us back into the dark ages of gender discrimination… well, I can’t say I want to see that, either.

So please, powers that be, take a breath and see where your actions are taking you, before you do more harm than good. I know it’s hard, but man up.


Special Guest Post: Feeding Tube Awareness Week

Not all fearless formula feeders use bottles. There are a significant number of you out there who are the proud parents of tube-fed kids, and I recently realized that I’ve been embarrassingly mute about this method of feeding. That changes today.

In honor of Feeding Tube Awareness Week, I’m so pleased to introduce Traci Nagy, who runs a tremendous resource for tube-feeding parents, the Feeding Tube Awareness Foundation. Check out her website or visit the foundation over on their Facebook page. And to all you tube-feeding parents out there, I want you to know that you are the very definition of fearless. As Traci says, it isn’t an easy road, and you have all my respect, admiration and support.


My name is Traci and I am a Fearless Formula Feeder, except I feed formula in a very different way. My three and a half year old son, Lucas, has been tube fed since he was two months old.

I was planning on breast feeding. I had a pump, I took a class, and I was ready to have those wonderful bonding moments with my son. But, my son had trouble eating from the beginning. I had a raging sinus infection and fever when my water broke at 38 weeks during a coughing fit. Lucas wasn’t really ready to come out, so after 19 hours and some distress, an emergency c-section was performed.

He was in the NICU for observation due to noisy breathing and was on an IV only for the first 24 hours because of my fever. When we tried feeding he couldn’t coordinate a suck. Initially, I thought it was due to his more traumatic birth. The lactation consultant was adamant we work this out. There was a lot of pressure over the three days were in the hospital and he was able to eat. I was a failure for not being able to get my child to latch on. Lucas was jaundiced, so we had to move to formula supplements immediately.

After days of trying to breast feed, Lucas wasn’t getting it and gave up trying and “embraced” bottle feeding. This wasn’t any more successful. I was pumping and I hated it. I didn’t seem to ever get to past foremilk no matter how much I pumped. I felt like a defective cow. Moreover, feeding him was pretty stressful. He bobbed and weaved, avoiding the bottle at every pass. By the time my son was a month old he was swatting a bottle out of my hand (even more impressive now that we know he has very poor vision and low muscle tone). He only drank small amounts, cried a lot, projectile vomited and slept very poorly. Reflux was an understatement.

I moved completely to formula in his second month. I couldn’t keep the pumping up. We spent the day moving from one bottle to the next with him drinking an ounce or two. It was exhausting. Then he started turning blue. A trip in the ambulance and a few hospital stays, Lucas was the proud owner of a feeding tube that ran through his nose into his stomach. At this point, he was failure to thrive. We learned that some milk/formula had been going into his lungs, his throat collapsed when he breathed (laryngomalacia) and he had trouble breathing and eating at the same time. Also, his stomach wasn’t emptying as it should.

Let’s just say at this point, I couldn’t care less about breast feeding. Any guilt that I may have had was replaced by worry about what was wrong with my son. However, from the day I started tube feeding, I felt an enormous sense of relief. It was such a struggle to get him to eat anything, and certainly not enough for him to live, let alone develop and grow. With tube feeding, Lucas was finally able to get the nutrition and hydration he needed, even if I wasn’t the one providing it.

After a year and a half, dozens of specialists and tests, Lucas was diagnosed with a rare chromosome disorder. He is missing 6 genes out of the ~30,000 genes we have. As a result he has low muscle tone, particularly from his mouth to his stomach. He had no coordinated muscle movements to push food though his stomach, so for 2 years we had a feeding tube that went directly into his intestines. However, as he grows, his muscles get stronger and things improve.

I know this all sounds scary. I am not going to lie to you. Tube feeding isn’t an easy road to take, it is a last resort. We tried like hell to get him to eat before and after the tube. However, as it became very clear that medical reasons were going to require tube feeding for a longer period of time, we embraced it as another way to eat. I am just so thankful that the technology exists now. If he was born when I was, he most certainly would not have survived.

Since the beginning, Lucas has been able to eat orally and he does every day. However, his stomach can only handle small amounts at a time. We have a small feeding pump and backpack he can wear. His feeding pump doles out small amounts of formula at a time so that his stomach can manage it. He pump feeds 15-16 hours a day now.

Today, Lucas is a thriving preschooler who gets more than 90% of his nutrition from an elemental formula through his feeding tube (which now goes directly into his stomach from a button on his tummy). He goes to school, he runs, climbs and plays. He looks like, and is, a healthy kid because he gets proper nutrition.

The most important thing is that your child is well fed and hydrated. That they get the calories, vitamins and minerals they need grow, develop, thrive and live.

In 2010, I founded Feeding Tube Awareness Foundation, a parent organization dedicated to sharing pragmatic information about tube feeding and raising positive awareness so that tube feeding families get the support they need.

Feeding Tube Awareness Week is February 5 -11, 2012. For more information, please go to or on Facebook: Feeding Tube Awareness.

FFF Friday: “I felt like formula feeding…was an indication of failure.”

Welcome to Fearless Formula Feeder Fridays, a weekly guest post feature that strives to build a supportive community of parents united through our common experiences, open minds, and frustration with the breast-vs-bottle bullying and bullcrap.

Please note, these stories are for the most part unedited, and do not necessarily represent the FFF’s opinions. They are also not political statements – this is an arena for people to share their thoughts, and I hope we can all give them the space to do so.

The treatment FFF Alicia received at the hands of medical professionals makes me want to slam my fist through a wall. I feel so incredibly lucky that I (for the most part) have always been under the care of incredibly supportive, flexible physicians and understanding lactation consultants, but I hear way too many stories like Alicia’s where the level of care is seriously atrocious. I know we hear a lot about physicians and nurses who do not support breastfeeding (either intentionally or unintentionally through ignorance of breastfeeding-friendly practices), but I think there’s plenty of evidence that professionals are screwing up on both sides. It boggles my mind that from the moment a baby is delivered, a woman can be seen as nothing more than a repository of milk. Is it too much to ask that we are treated as individuals, or at least a dyad in the true sense of the term? Can’t we have proper support for breastfeeding without dehumanizing the struggle some women go through, by no fault of their own? Manhandling breasts and telling a woman she is to blame for “improper” breastfeeding is no way to help a mother or an infant.

I feel awful that Alicia could not meet her breastfeeding goals, but I am so impressed with her ability to let go of the guilt and realize that she is doing the best thing possible for her family’s overall emotional and physical health.

Happy Friday, fearless ones…



In all honesty, like many of your readers, I never wanted to be a formula-feeding mom. I was so excited about breastfeeding; the bonding, the natural aspect, and lord knows, the savings would be wonderful. But, here I am, instead of feeding my daughter under a cutesy nursing cover, I’m shaking her bottles of powder and purified water.

I had high blood pressure throughout my pregnancy and was monitored and on medications to help control it. At a routine visit at 36 weeks 3 days my blood pressure was sky-high (like 200/120.) The nurse looked concerned, my doctor seemed calmer, but I was sent packing to labor and delivery right away just for observation. That observation turned into overnight observation (thank goodness I had that bag packed at 20 weeks!) and then a 9 AM induction.

Our little girl arrived 14 hours later after a pretty rough labor. I was administered magnesium sulfate to prevent seizures and as a result I was weak, tired, and groggy and my daughter was also feeling its effects because her heart rate dropped quite a few times during labor. At one point because of the medications my blood pressure dropped to 61/36 and the entire nursing staff rushed in ready to administer epinephrine in case I went into cardiac arrest. After her birth our daughter had to be resuscitated. It was not the idyllic birth I’d envisioned. She was whisked away to be checked over and a nurse quickly came back and said her sugar level was low and could they give her formula? “Of course! Give her anything she needs,” I said.

They brought her to me as soon as possible and I tried to get her to breastfeed but with no luck. The next day the LC came and worked with me (after no less than 3 nurses showed me the BEST way to nurse- all of the best ways were different.) I was confused and tired. I had been on my back for over 24 hours because of the magnesium sulfate, my little girl wouldn’t eat and I was a mess. We were sent home with a pump and a starting supply of formula.

At our pediatrician’s office the day after we were released we were told she also had jaundice and she was put on a bili-blanket for phototherapy. This was just another aspect we hadn’t (and couldn’t have possibly) anticipated. Also, I learned later that jaundice often makes babies sleepier and harder to nurse.

Over the next few weeks I pumped and breastfed as much as possible. She never seemed satisfied after breastfeeding and would stay on my breast for an hour or more at a time. I was getting no sleep and my pumping was yielding next to nothing. I had wonderful support in my husband and mother who were there to help whenever I needed them. But, the fact was I was the only one with the magical milk producing mammary glands. My blood pressure was still high and I was on medication for that. I was becoming more and more depressed because things just weren’t as I’d envisioned them. And I felt like I was failing. Every feeding was breast and bottle and then pumping. It was monotony and wasn’t doing either me or my daughter much good.

I went to her pediatrician’s office for a check-up at about 1 week. A not-very-kind pediatrician in the practice saw I was looking gray and asked how feeding was going. I replied honestly. She then said that we needed to work on getting me to breastfeeding exclusively. “Mom and baby will be happier that way! I have three kids and I breastfed them all!” Well, then I lost it. I cried and the guilt was so overwhelming. From day one I felt like breastfeeding was the only way to go and that formula feeding was lazy and indication of failure. But, now I really felt bad. The LC came in and threw my breast this way and that and essentially told me I was doing it all wrong and that’s why I couldn’t get a good latch and my daughter wasn’t getting what she needed.

I left and cried the whole way home. But I sort of came to a realization. I had a serious discussion with my husband and mother and decided that really, maybe formula isn’t evil. My mom fed me formula, not an ounce of breast milk, and I turned out ok I think. And think of the rest I could get. I’d be better for my daughter if I didn’t resent having to try to feed her. So, we made the switch, but I would still nurse occasionally as it was helpful in calming her, but ended the nursing when I returned to work. But after the switch my husband could help more with feeding and really bonded with her as well. Before he’d felt so helpless as I cried and she cried.

I still felt tremendous guilt occasionally because I’d read so much about how breastfeeding helps prevent obesity, SIDS and even leukemia! But then I did some more reading after posting a question about my guilt on a message board. I learned how those statements aren’t exactly true and I learned that I shouldn’t feel as guilty as I did. Breastfeeding is great for some, but not for all. I feel much better about our decision to formula feed. Our daughter is now a giggly, handful of a 7 month old. She’s happy and I’m happy. And I’m enjoying motherhood so much more now that I’m not struggling to breastfeed.


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