What does it mean to support breastfeeding?

I read a blog post today by Annie, from Phd In Parenting (you can follow her on twitter and facebook) that I loved so much I needed to share with you.

She created a survey about breastfeeding support and how we think about it, and has put her results together in the blog.

Some of the ideas Annie considered are:

Breastfeeding choice

Expectations at time of birth

Expectations when breastfeeding challenges occur

Formula Marketing and sales

Here is an excerpt from her post (taken with her kind permission). At the end you will find a link to her site to read more.

Last week, I asked fellow Canadians on twitter if they support breastfeeding. A lot of people asked “what do you mean by support?”. I think the answer is different for each person, but I was interested to hear from you. If you do consider yourself a breastfeeding supporter, what does that mean? I wanted to know, so I put together a survey, open to both Canadians and non-Canadians, and asked a bunch of questions about factors that are often or sometimes equated with breastfeeding support. I got 1631 responses to the survey.

Wow…that’s amazing!

What did you say? In this post, I’m publishing the fascinating results from eight out of the ten questions on the survey.  One of the other questions was an open-ended question asking respondents if they wanted to add anything else about what it means to support breastfeeding. More than 500 people had a comment to add, so I’ll publish some of those comments in a second post later this week. The final question asked people where they lived, because I wanted to see if the answers were vastly different for Canadians versus Americans versus other countries. In the end, none of the answers had significant differences across geography (58% of respondents were from the US, 33% from Canada and 9% from other countries).   If you aren’t able to read the results in the graphics below, you can also view the results on surveymonkey.

The first question asked people about the extent to which they support a woman’s right to choose how to feed her baby. Almost 90% agreed or strongly agreed that women should be able to choose whether to breastfeed or not…

You can read the rest of the post here What Does it Mean to Support Breastfeeding

I’d love to hear what you think of the answers and what you think it means to be a Breastfeeding Supporter.

Nursing bra jokes allowed, even encouraged :)

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If your shoes could talk, what story would they tell? A lesson from UNICEF for my kids.

At our house, it’s time to buy new shoes.
Three new pairs of winter boots, rain boots and new indoor shoes for school.

We should manage to make it to Spring with these.  And then we will go shopping again, this time for sandals and running shoes.

New shoes are like new notebooks and backpacks. Fresh starts along the road of childhood. Buying them is not their favorite thing to do.  They hate the decision making, the trying on.  And they especially don’t like leaving behind the old, comfy ones.  The shoes they’ve colored on. The ones finally the right shade of grass-stain and mud. Sure they are a little tight, and torn, but they feel worn in.

New shoes are always a little too white. They just haven’t been anywhere yet.

One of the things I love about being an adult is not growing out of my shoes. Now don’t get me wrong, I LOVE buying new shoes, but there is something about them that is without memory or romance. New shoes need to grow on you.

I have favorite pairs of shoes. Uggs I’ve resoled three times, Birkenstock clogs I only wear at home (shhhhh), Jimmy Choo heels that make me strut. I have more shoes than I need, and more than anyone really should.

Shoes take you places.  We dance in them. Run in them.  Shoes are hard to share, once we’ve worn them in, they are very much our own.

This week a special pair of shoes, the boots of Canadian Nigel Fisher, the current Deputy Special Representative of the UN Secretary-General in Haiti will be inducted to the Bata Shoe Museum in Toronto. His boots have travelled over 100,000 km through some of the most dangerous, remote and devastated parts of the developing world to deliver life-saving vaccines and supplies to children in need.

If Nigel’s boots could talk, they would tell you an amazing story. His boots have touched the lives of millions of children. They belong to a man who has dedicated his life to children and the work of UNICEF.

If you don’t know about UNICEF, here is a little info for you.  The United Nations Children’s Fund (UNICEF) is the world’s leading child-focused humanitarian and development agency. As a member of the UN, UNICEF is active in more countries and saves more children’s lives than any other humanitarian organization. UNICEF is supported entirely by voluntary donations and helps all children, regardless of race, religion or politics. Undaunted by war, disaster, disease and logistical complexity, UNICEF takes on the fight for child survival wherever it leads. They reach the poorest, most vulnerable children in the world’s most inaccessible places, bringing them simple, life-saving essentials like vaccines and clean water.

UNICEF also is the place to find the only thing I ask for this (or any) holiday season. Ya know, if you want to buy me a gift :)

When we chose new shoes this week, the kids and I spent some time talking about Nigel and all the places his boots had been. We spoke about where their shoes were going to take them.  Into a new winter, new challenges and some old ones, and into new years as they turn 11, 9 and 7.

What kind of footsteps would these new shoes leave?  Helping footsteps, leaps and jumps for joy, dragging slow walks…

UNICEF is running an amazing campaign as they share the story of Nigel’s boots that I would love for you to check out here. For every new person who registers their email on unicef.ca, BD-Canada will donate a tetanus vaccine to a child in need.  I can’t think of a better reason to share your email, than to help a child in need.  Think of it as a first new step in your shoes.

Do you have a favourite pair of shoes or a story about where your shoes have been? I’d love if you would share them.

These are Nigel’s boots, and they save children’s lives. What do your shoes do?

 

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Top 10 reasons you want to go to Blissdom Canada for me.

This year I am going to be missing Blissdom Canada.  An I am pretty bummed out about it…

For one thing, where else would I be able to climb into a giant bouncy chair with Catherine and have that kind of awesome happen?

Since I can’t go, I’m thinking one of you should go instead. I know it’s a bit last minute, but if you are around the Toronto area October 20th and 21st, like amazing people and feel like learning some great stuff to inspire your business, you my friend should keep reading. Read the rest of this entry »

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My Greatest Fear.

Last week I took my six-year-old daughter with me on a trip.  We were gone just a few days and had a great time with friends.

Much ice cream was eaten and many movies watched. Good times.

She was amazing, as always.  Loved the airport, took her first taxi ride. Everything was magical and wonderful to her.  It’s always a treat to get one of them all to myself, and this was no different. Except for one tiny detail… Read the rest of this entry »

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Why I won’t be silent for Mother’s Day, or any day.

Today is my daughter’s sixth birthday.

Six years ago this morning, I became a mother for the third time and welcomed a beautiful, healthy little girl into the world. After having two sons, I became mother to a daughter, and grew a new kind of fierceness only that can bring.

Women’s rights became Tessa’s Rights. Equal access for girls to education and sport, to employment, to control over their bodies, became real in a way they never had before. I could take my rights for granted, but not hers.

I never wanted her to worry about walking home at night alone.

I needed a world for her where she could have babies if she chose, when she chose an in what conditions she chose.

I wanted her to have a voice. Read the rest of this entry »

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Why I spend a little bit of every day hiding from the children. Going from 2 to 3.

A little while ago on Twitter, someone expecting their third child, asked me to write about what it was like to go from 2 to 3….sad to say that I can’t find the original question, if it was you, say hi!

I answer her, as my third little one, Tess, is about to reach her 6th birthday.  It feels like a birthday of milestones, as we plan ear piercing and watch her grow taller every day.  As we begin to say goodbye to kindergarten and look ahead to first grade in the Fall.  And although she still cuddles up neatly into my lap to play with my hair and suck her thumb, she seems so much less a baby than this time last year. Read the rest of this entry »

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Three ways to pack for a sleepover

This morning my kids packed for a sleepover.

Tess excitedly chose three outfits from her closet and packed them neatly in her Disney suitcase.

She then helped Jakob get one of my carry-ons from my room, and they packed a t-shirt and track pants for him.

Benjamin got a pillowcase.

Threw in some clothes, two books and a handful of Lego mini figures.

He then went outside and got a stick, and tied the pillowcase to the end.

My three children. Getting more amazing by the minute.

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Parenting metrics. Why I don’t measure up.

For about a week, we counted the diapers. It seemed like a good idea, to count. To keep track of how many diapers this tiny 5lb 7oz creature was having us change.

For a while I kept track of his feedings. How often he nursed and which side seemed to make him happier.

For about a month I kept a clock beside my bed to see how long we’d slept.

I wore a watch. Read the rest of this entry »

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Since I Last Wrote…

This morning, my 9 year-old son asked me why I hadn’t been writing lately.

The question hit me, entirely off guard and unexpected.

First of all, I didn’t realize he noticed my writing, one way or another.

Secondly of course, he was right.  It’s been weeks since I’ve written anything longer than an email and months since I’ve shared a post here. Read the rest of this entry »

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I do not just write about my children.

inspired by a beautiful woman who was brave enough to stand up in a panel I participated in at Blissdom Canada and ask a question

When people ask you what you write about, how often do you reply, “I just write about my kids”

Just.

The weight of that one little word…. Read the rest of this entry »

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