I had the honor of guest blogging for Fearless Formula Feeder today about my decision to formula feed. It was a tough decision, never once made easier by societal pressures, but I’m glad I did it, and I hope my story can help others who feel down on themselves.
It’s 3 p.m. My month-old twins are crying, but they are so tiny – their lungs so weak – that their little cries sound like a few quiet ducks quacking in the distance. They are hungry, of course. They are always hungry.
For some reason, they missed the memo on how babies are supposed to eat. That memo probably comes out at 36 weeks, to give the unborn some quality reading before they make their way out into the world. With a whole month to digest the information, maybe babies born at 40 weeks have properly studied the technique and are sucking geniuses right off the bat. That’s all conjecture, of course; I could be totally off base.