Wednesday, January 13, 2016

Farewell post from Cloth Diaper Guru

This post has been a long while in coming--you may have noticed that things around here have been a bit quiet!  After our Cloth Works event in 2014, I felt like we had reached our peak... yet it was beginning to be the right time to say good bye to cloth diaper blogging.  My son was potty training and in 2015 we began distributing the majority of our cloth diaper collection to friends and family.  It was a sad time for a cloth diaper blogger, but also a beautiful time because I know those diapers will continue to serve a purpose and do a great deed for our environment and those families!

You may not realize it, but Cloth Diaper Guru made an enormous impact on many lives and it was all because of our amazing readers.  Over the course of three years of blogging, Cloth Diaper Guru raised profits from affiliate sales and I am so incredibly happy to say that 100% of those profits were donated to charities that further the mission of cloth diaper awareness and supporting families in need.  In December of 2015 we made our second annual donation of $500 to Cloth Diaper Connection in Columbus Ohio--this was all due to our wonderful readers who happened to click on adds in our blog.

I keep calling this "our blog" because there were some amazing writers who contributed to this site. I started this site as a way to find connection with other parents during a difficult time in my life--after the birth of our first child.  I had no idea how isolating it could be as a new parent because we were starting a family earlier than all of our friends (at age 25!). What I wasn't expecting, was to make a whole host of new friends in the process. Thank you to our regular contributors, Agnes and Stacey, for sharing your wisdom with us and for giving us your unique perspectives on cloth diapering and parenting.  Thank you Megan, for the graphic design support and for making this website look phenomenal! I also want to thank the many blogger friends (aka #FluffyBloggers) who shared, supported, and listened!  I have to call out the amazing mentorship from Ruth of Viva Veltoro, the consistent support and re-tweets from Heather at the Parenting Patch, the general awesomeness of Polly (Sew Fatty), Suzi (Cloth Diaper Addicts), Amanda (Adventures in Mommyhood), Lindsay (Maman Loups Den), Callie (from Kelly's Closet<--aff link), Jenny (Cloth Diaper Revival), Melanie (Sunshine Praises), and the entire FluffyBloggers group.

So what's next?  Well, I'm still perusing my passions for making a difference in the community, photography, and writing! I'm continuing to blog monthly at Balm Baby and I'm looking forward to starting a new blog of my own.  My new blog is in its infancy, but I'm hoping to develop it slowly over the course of the next year.  One Story Keeper is going to be a place to casually share stories, thoughts, and informational articles without feeling pigeonholed by a specific "theme." My husband joked that my next blog should be called "Generic Blog Name" because I told him people hold you to the theme of your blog and expect posts of a certain topic! We really tried to keep Cloth Diaper Guru as "pure" as possible and focused on cloth diapers and parenting (although our guest bloggers got a bit creative at the end!) However, I don't want to be just a mom, photographer, writer, researcher, wife, etc.  I want to continue to redefine myself and challenge myself to write on a variety of topics--from professional development to parenting.

To conclude, I just want to say THANK YOU.  Thank you for all the support, the fun, the memories, and the time we spent together.  I know my life was blessed because of you all and I hope we had an impact on you as well.  Cloth Diaper Guru will remain a searchable resource for you to share and peruse at your convenience.  The affiliate links will remain open and will continue to support low income families in need of a diapering solution.  Please come visit me at my new page as it gets developed and God bless!

Kindest Regards,
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Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Resolutions and Reneges

The week between Christmas and New Year’s is a time of nostalgia, as we visit with good friends and family and receive that last smattering of Christmas cards in our mailboxes, and inboxes. It’s also, for many, a time of reflection as we look back on the year that is ending, and prepare ourselves mentally for our return to work, school, and/or reality in the new year coming our way.
During this time of introspection we are often encouraged to make New Year’s Resolutions. NYRs may be old-fashioned, over-rated, and all-too easy to misconstrue as a flippant promise we don’t intend to keep beyond January 31st, however the concept of a resolution still retains value to some of us. It’s a promise to ourselves to change, to improve, or maybe just to try something different and new.
I personally love NYRs. I love the period of reflection that precedes choosing a resolution, and I love the specific flavor of commitment that goes along with making – and keeping – resolutions. You don’t owe shit to anybody – you owe shit to yourself.
This week, I’m thinking about all of the NYRs of the past that I kept, and also the ones I still haven’t achieved. My way of going about NYRs is that once I put one on the table, unless my life drastically changes to a point where the NYR has become utterly ridiculous, that NYR stays on the table until it is complete. For the past several years I have chosen to renew my past years’ NYRs rather than pile more brand new ones on the table. This process always requires the filtering of a certain amount of guilt.
This brand of guilt is the same as the one that made us feel obligated to make perfect Christmases for our families. So, shouldn’t we reject it with the same attitude and finally make a promise worth keeping – a promise to treat ourselves with respect and not beat ourselves up over un-kept resolutions?
In January we may have decided exactly what would make us happiest, but in February the path to that happy could be a completely different one! We cannot promise ourselves that what makes us happy today will still make us happy tomorrow. We simply have to be at peace with the fact that The Pursuit of Happiness that shapes all of our lives is possibly not going to look the same in 2016 as it did in 2015, probably not going to look the same in 2021, and it definitely isn’t going to look the same in 2026.
It's hard to be at peace with this fact that the world is constantly in flux. It’s when we finally find peace with that that we can progress to the next level of our soul's development in this universe. [Interpret that as you like or take it with a grain of salt.]
When I say "the world is constantly in flux," by that I mean not only the ever-evolving world and society that we live in, but also our own ever-changing desires, goals, perspectives, and directions. In short, the flux of our lives.  
One day we might be 100% confident that we know what we want, and have made a life-altering decision. The next day, the next year, or five years later, we may realize that it's not what we want anymore. This is evident in the fact that college students change their majors, middle-aged adults change their careers, couples divorce, carpenters become soldiers, and nurses become novelists. Every day life has an opportunity for us. It beckons us with a promise of what could be. The grass is always greener there. 
So we find ourselves in a world where finding someone who has worked the same job their entire lives is rarer than rare. This is testament to the fact that none of us are able to stick with one thing for too long. Some of us just manage to do one thing longer than most and society has made that the standard. Or at least, the ideal. Society encourages commitment; wants us to pick something and stick to it, colloquially known as finding our niche.  
Of course, to refuse change completely and live in routine, may be a comfortable place. It may feel safe. But the slightest unbidden change can send that house of cards crumbling to the floor. 
Even the hardiest of souls resilient to change experience a reluctance to change at some point, because it can feel like giving up; like not persevering. Most of us, who say we are completely adaptable, still have trouble adapting to the whims of our own soul. It's hard for all of us. Even for me, someone who was born into this life with a penchant for constant change and a wanderlust that keeps coming back to haunt me. Even for me, it's hard not to turn my head back at what once was, and wonder if I should have tried harder, even if I wasn't happy anymore. Never mind that being happy is the whole point. 
This disappointment in oneself for a lack of perseverance spans across the board. We all pick up jobs, hobbies, or education that we intend to see through and then have a change of heart. This feeling can lead to remorse at best and low self-esteem at worst. I challenge you to find one person who doesn't feel this way about at least one thing in their lives. 
Unfortunately, we all fall into the trap because there really isn't an alternative. (Except perhaps becoming a pan-handling bum or a Buddhist monk, but either way you don't get to take a lot of showers.) It is a fact of human nature that we will never stop wanting to improve ourselves. 
To be honest, part of me wants to commit. To find that one thing I was meant to do. To do it, and to save the world. But commitment binds us, and makes us accomplish less in this lifetime than we were meant to do; than we are capable of.  
But wait… How can commitment to accomplish a wonderful goal - a good goal - ever possibly be bad? I'm not saying it's bad, I'm saying it's good, but we need to listen to the flux of our lives and not let it keep us committed past a point of being happy. If you wake up one day and you're no longer happy in your commitment, it's OK to change it. It's okay to say, This commitment is not making me happy anymore, I'm going to let change happen even if it feels like giving up, because it's not, that's only what I've been trained to think. I'll think of it as simply going in a new direction in life, one that I was actually meant to go in. 

The problem is not with commitment itself, it's with the word. It's a permanent word, disallowing any future changes to the self and to others connected to the commitment. Imagine I committed to being a nurse, but then the zombie apocalypse broke out and my job required me to treat zombies all the time but their rotting flesh made me throw up a little bit in my mouth. In that case, it's perfectly ok to break the commitment and decide to do a different occupation.
Despite it being the natural proclivity of all humankind to ceaselessly seek improvement, I feel that the answer lies neither in constant improvement, nor in sitting back and watching life go by. It's somewhere in between. A place in that spectrum is appropriate for one soul, but inappropriate for another. We all must find our own balance. 
So what can we do? We cannot abandon our current life circumstances, or the loved ones who unwittingly bind us in chains to this life we have chosen or let be. I think the answer simply lies in acceptance: a complete and utter calm despite any disruption, change, change of heart, or catastrophe that befalls us. The calm cannot be forced however, it must stem from an understanding that change is an inevitable part of the universe that we cannot control.
This is what Buddhist monks are trying to teach us when they spend countless hours building mandalas out of sand only to destroy them immediately upon completion. It's more than a straightforward representation that nothing lasts; that all things are impermanent and that everything eventually dies. It's about personal acceptance of impermanence and how it affect us in the here and now. And that is not something that can simply be taught and known. It must be experienced in order to be understood, and it must be actively practiced in order to be accomplished in true faith. 
This year my NYR is to publish a novel – a lofty goal, but I like to challenge myself. If I don’t make it happen by next year, it won’t be the end of the world, just the end of another year. My mother’s NYR is to send out Christmas cards next December…
In the end we are all dreamers and collectors of experiences. In the end we never stop pursuing happiness. So Happy New Year to you and yours. Wherever you find yourself this New Year’s Eve– at whatever juncture along your own personal Pursuit of Happiness, make your resolutions, write your Christmas cards, and keep the change ;)

~ Stacy

P.S. This is my last blog post for CDG. It is time for change to make its debut once again in my own life. New roads to Happiness are beckoning my pursuit. It has been a pleasure to write for this blog, and I want to extend my sincere gratitude to Nissa for publishing all of my crazy rants here. Thank you, and farewell. 

Stacy Mojica is an English major, Army wife, and mother of two girls born in 2011 and 2012. She volunteered in the cloth diaper advocacy and education field for four years as an RDA leader, guest blogger, and Cloth for Everybum, Inc. founder. In 2015 she stepped down from these roles and became involved in the Tiny House Movement. She has travelled extensively and plans to continue traveling, homeschooling, and collecting experiences in the years to come.
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Thursday, December 24, 2015

Ornaments and Obligations

Around the holidays, Mommy's to-do list goes from a mile long to two thousand miles long jacked up on caffeine and candy canes. There is so much we want to do; so much we "have to" do, and so much our family will miss out on if we don't do it.

We are all so inoculated at this point with Christmas commercialism that we're almost immune to it. Or at least, we think we are. It's just when we think we've beat the system that it finds it's way again under our skin.

The sector of society this hits hardest is women. Throughout the entire holiday season, from October through December 25th, we are bombarded with images of perfect, magical Christmases that ad upon ad implores us to replicate in our own homes for our own families. The subliminal messaging is: you need to create this for your family. You need to make this happen.

If Mommy doesn't bake homemade Christmas cookies, no one will. If Mommy doesn't decorate the house, Christmastime will feel like just another ordinary day of the week, and who are we to betray our children's confidence and not make that happen?

Why are we as a society putting so much burden on the women of our households to stress themselves sick over the decorating, the baking, the gift shopping, the gift wrapping, the Christmas card sending!! The tradition of giving Christmas cards is slowly being replaced with the instant gratification of text messaging, email, and Facebook, but it isn't completely obsolete yet. Many women still feel obligated to design photo cards or purchase beautiful cards and write out the same "Merry
Christmas with love from the Mojicas xo" 50 times on 50 cards year after year after year. The only positive thing I see about this tedious tradition is that it forces me to update my address book, although with the majority of my friends being Army wives like myself, that task in itself is a chore.

Much can be said on the subject of Christmas cards. This year, for example, my mother has been sick and chose to skip a year of card writing in favor of visiting with old friends and baking a batch of cookies, but skipping this year means that she cannot skip next year, according to her brother, who believes that if you skip Christmas cards two years in a row, you will be removed from your sendees' card lists! I had to think about this for a minute, because at first I wanted to protest, but then I realized that he's right. Old friends of mine who I used to exchange Christmas cards with, I no longer do. If they had continued to send me cards, I would have sent cards back, but because they stopped sending, I stopped sending. And because my mother is skipping this year, she feels she does not deserve to receive cards unreciprocated. She says, "I feel guilty with every Christmas card I get. I am exhausted and it becomes a chore, to check off a list."

At this point of course my father starts caroling "...with every Christmas card I get!..."
So it's true that Christmas cards are an object of mutual exchange, and they can be wonderfully fun to make, send, and receive, however it's the point at which one feels obligated to accomplish them, the year they feel like a chore instead of a joyful holiday activity, that we ought, perhaps, to stop doing them.

I will attribute much of the inspiration for writing this article to my husband. My husband is one of those life-rebels who fiercely protests all feelings of obligation throughout the year. During Christmastime obligation hangs ripe in the air like the pungent aroma of fresh mistletoe, so of course during this time more than ever his grumbles get louder. Part of this is his frugality. He hates to spend money, especially on gifts given not out of a deep love and desire to give, but out of obligation. To him it is obvious that this is a supreme waste of money, and after years of marital bliss harmonizing, I have to agree with him.

I have to ask myself, when I'm out shopping alone on Christmas Eve instead of drinking mulled wine and watching an old Christmas movies marathon with my family at home, seriously why the hell am I here and is this really what I should be doing? At some moment every day of our lives we forget what the point is. What's the point? The point of life; the point of everything. Happiness. Mine. My families. (Hopefully they complement one another or I'm probably doing this family thing wrong). But you know. Happiness. Christmas happiness. Every day happiness.

Ever since I was a child old enough to collect coins in a piggy bank I have felt this familiar gift-giving pressure like a literal heaviness peeling my hard-earned pennies out of my palms. If this guilt affects even our children, should we really be perpetuating it amongst ourselves?

A good, old friend of mine once told me that instead of looking at birthday and holiday gift-giving as obligatory, I ought to look at it as an opportunity to remember and honor the loved one I am bestowing the gift(s) upon. This works for me. I can handle the pressure and the obligation if I do it in the name of love. However there is still something that bothers me at a bone-deep level, when I see my mother run-down with winter sickness and on top of that guilt over - what? – not having done Christmas cards? Then the commercials come on for all the big-box stores, with women singing "I've done everything you can see," surrounded by perfect Christmas trees and perfect platters of Christmas cookies with their children in perfect holiday attire while I look over at my little ragamuffins with their uncombed hair in their footie pajamas at 2 o'clock in the afternoon and I feel inadequate. Strangely, I also feel like running out to the store to remedy my failure. I feel that I MUST or else something won't be right with the world and I probably won't be able to sleep at night then I'll double the pressure on myself next December and all my hair will fall out and I'll lose 5 years off my life and PLEASE people. The madness has to stop.

If my husband doesn't receive a gift from me this year, will he feel scorned? Will I be ridden with guilt? No. He will probably kiss me under that pungent ball of obligation and thank me for saving our money instead of buying into commercialism and my own demanding guilt-complex. Perhaps this year, instead of buying him a gift, I'll dedicate this article to him instead.

It's enough. One branch of holly is enough. One batch of cookies. One string of lights. One gift. Coming from someone who lives in a tiny house (330 square feet for four people), let me tell you one of each thing is really, truly enough. Whatever you can do before 8 o'clock at night, that's enough. You are enough.

So let's send Christmas cards this Christmas. Let's give gifts. Let's decorate our houses and our cookies and ourselves in all the festive arraignment that only this season can afford us. But let's not send Christmas cards if we're tired or sick. Let's not give gifts if we can't afford them. Let's not decorate our house because we feel guilty for spending money on all that half-priced merch we picked up after Christmas last year. Let's not, feel obligated. Let's send out the Christmas cheer our pocket books and our health can afford. Let's send out the love in our hearts if that's all we have, and nothing more.

Merry Christmas with love from the Mojicas xo

Stacy Mojica is an accredited Real Diaper Association leader, founded the Low Country Real Diaper Circle, Sun City Real Diaper Circle, and Cloth for Everybum, Inc. She has two daughters; born in 2011 and 2012. Stacy has a degree in English and ran a small artisan cloth diaper shop via Etsy for one year, but has made her career in cloth diaper advocacy and education. Stacy has a tendency to hyper-focus.  Give her a coffee and a kid-free hour and she will do amazing things!

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Thursday, April 23, 2015

How direct sales helped one mom + chat event

I have sworn for years that I would never, ever do direct sales. I even went on a rant about it to my best friend one day. I told her about how I saw a lady's car with three different direct sales decals on it, and how ridiculous all of them were. 2 years later, we're both part of direct sales companies, and boy am I eating my words!

Part of the reason for my rant that day was because, like many, I had a preconceived notion of direct sales. I grew up with parents who had had a bad experience with one particular company, and always warned me about the hidden dangers of not only selling but actually buying from or having anything at all to do with what my parents considered to be "pyramid schemes." I won a couple of Scentsy items from a charity raffle, but they were the only direct sales items in my house. Then, when I started to take Cloth for Everybum national, several direct sales consultants offered to do fundraisers for us. Anyone who has ever run a very small nonprofit knows that I couldn't turn down an offer of a fundraiser or donation. 

One of those fundraisers was for a company called Chloe + Isabel, a jewelry company. I didn't normally wear a lot of jewelry and I wasn't really into jewelry. I wanted to buy something, though, to support the cause. I bought a pair of earrings for my mom for her birthday... and ended up adding a couple of bracelets for myself into my order. When the order arrived I was amazed by how beautiful everything was. 

My last child was potty training and I was sad to donate my entire diaper collection to Cloth for Everybum. I needed a beautiful new collection in my life. Chloe + Isabel replaced my passion for collecting cloth diapers, and I found a lot of joy in it. My daughters could wear and enjoy some of the jewelry with me and it felt wonderful to share it with them too. Whenever a new collection was launching, I became just as excited as I had been when a new Softbums' print was coming out, or when a favorite WAHM cloth diaper release was stocking. 

As I continued to buy and follow my merchandiser's posts, I began to become enlightened by how the world of network marketing and direct sales had evolved since the beginning of Amway, Tupperware, and Mary Kay. So many new direct sales companies have sprung up over the past decade. So many women with children have found successful careers in the direct sales industry. One must wonder why.  

"82% of women in the United States who make $100,000 a year or more did it through direct sales."(

But why women? Why, if network marketing is so good, does that statistic not include men? 
From musing on this subject, it has become clear to me that it is
because, now that women are expected to work and do the "second shift" at home, women with children are finding that often their ONLY option to go to work and to contribute income for their families, is through direct sales. I didn't read this in an article I can cite, and I didn't learn this from talking to a wiser person whom I can quote. I learned this the hard way. 

When my first daughter was 9 months old, I took a job at a newspaper, but I left it after 1 month when I found out I was already pregnant again! When my second daughter was 9 months old and my first daughter was just turning 3, I began to feel 100% touched out! And because of that, I desperately wanted out! To be out of the house and to feel like someone more than "Mommy." I had volunteer work to do, but my husband frowned upon the countless hours I dedicated to volunteering, since it did not provide anything for our family. Sharing my overflowing cup has always been a central part of who I am as a person, but I thought maybe there is room in my life for work outside of volunteering. 

I took on a job as a seamstress at a military sew shop, but because of the demands of my family life at home, I also left that job after 3 months. The only reason this job was even financially viable for me in the first place was because I was able to arrange to work only in the evenings and on weekends. I never saw my husband. If I had had to pay for childcare for 2, I would have actually been paying to work. Minimum wage is about $10/hr depending on where you live and childcare ranges from $5-10 per hour per child. 

Simple math demonstrates how many mothers literally cannot afford to work.  

Some women have professions before they get pregnant, and for them it may be easier to continue working. Their pay may be high enough to cover childcare costs and continue working. Some women can blog or babysit or tutor and make ends meet. For many of us, there is an option: an opportunity. It is called direct sales.

I was not recruited into direct sales. In fact, how I ended up here is more of a story of love. Not every direct sales company is multi-level; and Chloe + Isabel is one of those. I was not recruited into my position. I chose it, because I fell in love with the product and I wanted to share my passion with others. I started Cloth for Everybum and do cloth diaper advocacy for the same reason: I had a passion I wanted to share. 

My story is just one story, of thousands like mine. I hope that my voice can in some way speak for those thousands, at least in a small way. To make those who have been bothered at any point in their lives by a direct sales invitation, understand. 

I created this series of graphics to illustrate not why I sell direct sales, but why I buy it. So many of my friends and family sell so many wonderful products, and so many of those have indeed enhanced my life. 

My sister-in-law sells Roden+Fields. My best friend sells Lularoe. I would rather buy my skin care from my sister-in-law, than the pharmacy. I would rather buy my clothing from my best friend, than from the department store. Wouldn't you? 

Several of us mothers in direct sales have joined together to create an event dedicated to discussing this subject. We are also sharing information about the products we love and sell. We would like to invite you to join us in this discussion over on Facebook:

Regular Contributor: Stacy Mojica is an accredited Real Diaper Association leader, founded the Low Country Real Diaper Circle, Sun City Real Diaper Circle, and Cloth for Everybum, Inc. She has two daughters; born in 2011 and 2012. Stacy has a degree in English and ran a small artisan cloth diaper shop via Etsy for one year, but has made her career in cloth diaper advocacy and education. Stacy has a tendency to hyper-focus.  Give her a coffee and a kid-free hour and she will do amazing things!
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Monday, March 23, 2015

Birth, breastfeeding, and guilt: an unexpected birth story leads to a parenting revelation

When I first knew I was pregnant, there was no doubt in my mind that breastfeeding was the best for my child. Every new mom gets asked if they are going to breastfeed, and some family members even took it a step further in telling me that it would be so easy for me to breastfeed because they produced enough milk to feed an army, and since I am related to them, I undoubtedly would as well. I was not so sure though, from the start I had vague feelings that things were not going to go as planned. I cannot accurately describe what I was feeling, or what was causing that slight hesitation whenever people asked me about my birth plan or my feeding plans. My response was a bit less definite, “I hope to…”, or “I am going to try…”. I felt that being too definite was setting myself up for failure, especially with that vague feeling lurking in my gut, telling me to be cautious.

Leading up to her due date, I started feeling the need to speak with my significant other about what he would do if I died. I had no idea what brought that into my mind, very few women in developed countries die in child birth anymore, but I had a sense that I really needed to have that talk with him. Little one's due date came and went, and a little over a week later I went into labor. Even labor did not go as I had planned. I ended up hemorrhaging half of my blood volume, almost dying, and almost losing my uterus. Needless to say, I did not get to be the first one to hold my baby, and it was over an hour before I finally got to try to feed her. Everyone was an emotional wreck.

As most mothers that breastfeed know, it takes a few days for your milk to come in; so as little one started to lose weight I was not too concerned. We were in the hospital for 5 days, and in that time I tried exclusively breastfeeding. When she dropped 15% of her birth weight and was still losing, and her little lips were dry and cracked, and her tongue was dry and coated with thick mucus from dehydration, all I wanted was to feed my baby. When we left the hospital, we had to set up an appointment to see the pediatrician the next day because of little one’s severe weight loss. The pediatrician agreed that we needed to supplement her feeding with formula for a few days to try and stop the weight loss. I happily gave her bottles, and felt so relieved that she was eating!

I still tried to breastfeed her at every feeding, but she refused to even try to take the breast. She would push me away and hit me until I gave her the bottle. When I picked her up, she would immediately turn her face away from me, and push away. I talked to multiple lactation consultants, and tried to increase my supply by more frequent attempts at feeding and pumping, but that was a no go. I tried teas, and supplements, I bought pills on line; all to try and increase my milk supply. I would use the syringe that came with the gas drops to feed her the tiny amount of milk I was producing because I was not even producing enough to put into a bottle.

There were feelings of inadequacy. Why can’t I feed my baby? What is wrong with me? What kind of woman am I? There was the realization that if we had been living in a different time in history, we would likely both be dead. There was the hurt of having my child push me away and cry when I took her from whoever was holding her because she hated me trying to make her breastfeed. There was stress infusing everything. And then I stopped. I stopped trying to increase my almost nonexistent milk supply, I stopped trying to force my child to breastfeed, I stopped telling myself that we were taking the easy way out by quitting, and I started enjoying my daughter. After a week or two she started enjoying me as well.

I still struggle sometimes with the idea that I gave up and am hurting my child, especially with social media constantly having self-congratulatory posts on successful breastfeeding pop-up in my news feed; or people posting articles about future health/success/intelligence all being linked to one single factor, breastfeeding. To all of the bottle feeding Momma’s, yes, breast feeding is a wonderful thing, but do not worry. Your child will not constantly be ill, or turn into the village idiot, or feel unloved and deprived later in life just because you chose to formula feed. Health, intelligence, and emotional and psychological well-being are multifaceted, breast feeding your child does not guarantee a happy, healthy, successful life, and formula feeding does not turn your child into a sick, unintelligent, maladjusted failure. So, congratulate the women that were able to make it work, and do not let anyone make you feel like a failure, or a bad parent for not breastfeeding.

Guest post details: Meghan is a teacher and microbiologist that dabbles in virology. She is currently working full time at an animal vaccine company developing autogenous vaccines for all manner of critters. She divides her nights and weekends between teaching at a local community college, and trying to figure out how to take care of a baby. With two jobs, two dogs, two cats, a turtle, a baby, and a significant other (also working two jobs, and working on two degrees to boot!), life is pretty interesting and crazy!
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