It’s no secret that I had a hard time breastfeeding. In fact, calling it a “hard time” is pretty much the understatement of the year. Not only was I was battling PPD, but Tori hated boobs. HATED them. Which meant that the both of us spent about 90 percent of our days (and nights) crying.
When my husband broke down and begged me to stop being so hard on myself, I knew something had to change. So I made the decision to bottle feed. And Internet? It was one of the most difficult things I’ve ever done.
Now, I know breastfeeding mamas say they don’t get any support. That the establishment is practically forcing formula down their throats. But speaking as a mother who formula fed? I have to tell you, I found the opposite to be true.
The moment anyone found out that I had “chosen” to formula feed, they felt it was their duty to lecture me on the evils of formula. I was told that I was endangering my baby’s health. That she would have allergies, suffer from asthma, be plagued with a low IQ and grow three heads. Even those who stayed silent made their disapproval known with loud sighs and tightened lips.
You think whipping out a boob in public is frowned upon? Try feeding a three month old a bottle in the middle of a mall.
Not because I have a problem with breastfeeding. On the contrary, I still feel guilty about my inability to do so. And if I ever have another child? I will do my best to breastfeed again. I know “breast is best.” And so does every single mom who “chooses” to formula feed.
I also know that the formula industry has massive advertising budgets. And that they don’t need any help publicizing their wares. But, this Formula-Powered onesie? Is not the problem. It’s just a onesie. One that might make a guilt-ridden formula feeding mama smile.
I mean, come on. Do you really think the sight of a baby wearing this rather innocuous onesie would be enough to make someone change her mind about breastfeeding? If so, then she has bigger problems (like the lack of a spine).
Give Old Navy a break. Save your rage for transgressions that deserve it—like the pimping of formula to pregnant women by their OBs.
Because a $5 onesie? Is not worth getting so pissed off about.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go give Old Navy some of my hard earned cash.