Maybe it's just the people I've been around, but I came to a very real realization during the last week of of December/first week of January.
I have been on the phone constantly with my mother in south Mississippi since I found out I was going to have a baby. Now that DS is 5 months old, I am still doing this. Other than my husband, she is my main support. (I also have a friend who is an ex-Mennonite, so that helps in some ways, too. Her mother even made me a sling.)
Here, in a very rural community in north central Missouri, I would have thought that more people would be supportive, too. I had a hospital birth, but they were very pro-breastfeeding, understood my desire to delay vaccinations, encouraged rooming-in, and allowed co-sleeping while IN the hospital. They were also very understanding of my birthplan and were willing to work with it unless something came up. I think giving birth 6 weeks early counted as "something coming up."
With all of that going on in a hospital, I would have thought the area itself would be alright. Instead, a big deal was made out of me breastfeeding by family and some friends (the ones who didn't have kids or whose kids were already grown), and even WIC has given me a hard time about it recently. As if I don't feel bad enough about having had to supplement with formula since I have spent literally my whole life planning to exclusively bf, some people really like to rub it in.
I was looked at like an idiot when I said I wanted to cloth diaper. (As soon as a friend gets back from the Amish store 2.5 hours away, I'll be getting heavy into that.) Comments have been made about co-sleeping. I am constantly harassed in one way or another about vaccinations. All in all, I feel like I'm in the spotlight anytime I'm in public. Some of this stuff has calmed down a great deal, but all it takes is one mention of it to bring all of the comments back to the forefront of my mind.
I went home to Mississippi for the New Year. My parents and little sis hadn't gotten to see DS until then. I also got to spend time with some friends I hadn't seen in nearly 10 years. I'm the only one of my friends to have had kids so far. Not a single person said anything to me. In fact, they were all supportive. I was even able to bf DS at a New Year's party at a friend's house, and no one even looked at me. The only "comments" I got were a friend or two giggling at how excited DS got and the slurping noises he was making. There was not judgment whatsoever. A couple of people were with me when I changed his diaper, and there were no comments about the lack of circumcision either! They didn't care. He's my son, and I have to raise him how I see fit, according to them.
My mom was even discussing breastfeeding with me and giving me tips on cloth diapering and natural remedies for childhood ailments and other such things. (She grew up on a farm in north east Arkansas, and her raising had been heavily influenced by her great-great grandmother who was a Choctaw medicine woman. That might have alot to do with it.)
I came back here to my house after a week down there and immediately felt the difference once again.
Anyone else noticed a difference (maybe it's cultural?) when traveling to different areas of the country?
I have been on the phone constantly with my mother in south Mississippi since I found out I was going to have a baby. Now that DS is 5 months old, I am still doing this. Other than my husband, she is my main support. (I also have a friend who is an ex-Mennonite, so that helps in some ways, too. Her mother even made me a sling.)
Here, in a very rural community in north central Missouri, I would have thought that more people would be supportive, too. I had a hospital birth, but they were very pro-breastfeeding, understood my desire to delay vaccinations, encouraged rooming-in, and allowed co-sleeping while IN the hospital. They were also very understanding of my birthplan and were willing to work with it unless something came up. I think giving birth 6 weeks early counted as "something coming up."
With all of that going on in a hospital, I would have thought the area itself would be alright. Instead, a big deal was made out of me breastfeeding by family and some friends (the ones who didn't have kids or whose kids were already grown), and even WIC has given me a hard time about it recently. As if I don't feel bad enough about having had to supplement with formula since I have spent literally my whole life planning to exclusively bf, some people really like to rub it in.
I was looked at like an idiot when I said I wanted to cloth diaper. (As soon as a friend gets back from the Amish store 2.5 hours away, I'll be getting heavy into that.) Comments have been made about co-sleeping. I am constantly harassed in one way or another about vaccinations. All in all, I feel like I'm in the spotlight anytime I'm in public. Some of this stuff has calmed down a great deal, but all it takes is one mention of it to bring all of the comments back to the forefront of my mind.
I went home to Mississippi for the New Year. My parents and little sis hadn't gotten to see DS until then. I also got to spend time with some friends I hadn't seen in nearly 10 years. I'm the only one of my friends to have had kids so far. Not a single person said anything to me. In fact, they were all supportive. I was even able to bf DS at a New Year's party at a friend's house, and no one even looked at me. The only "comments" I got were a friend or two giggling at how excited DS got and the slurping noises he was making. There was not judgment whatsoever. A couple of people were with me when I changed his diaper, and there were no comments about the lack of circumcision either! They didn't care. He's my son, and I have to raise him how I see fit, according to them.
My mom was even discussing breastfeeding with me and giving me tips on cloth diapering and natural remedies for childhood ailments and other such things. (She grew up on a farm in north east Arkansas, and her raising had been heavily influenced by her great-great grandmother who was a Choctaw medicine woman. That might have alot to do with it.)
I came back here to my house after a week down there and immediately felt the difference once again.
Anyone else noticed a difference (maybe it's cultural?) when traveling to different areas of the country?











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