I'm a mother to five kids, and I'm covered in tattoos. I dye my hair funky colors, have an obsession with nail art, and I love food. My blog, My Husband Ate All My Ice Cream, is just as diverse as my interests. I tend to overshare, just like the story about my hemorrhoids in the book I Just Want to Be Alone, which I co-authored. When I'm not writing, you can find me creating items for my Etsy shop, cooking, or yelling at my kids to clean up their messses.
Even from before our babies are born, we swear up and down that we want our unique little snowflakes to be different than other kids and that we will teach them to think for themselves. We want them to be leaders, not followers. We have big hopes and dreams that they might change the world and make it a better place. We want to teach them the skills they need to make responsible decisions on their own. But there's one decision that a lot of parents make for their kids that could leave them feeling very lost and confused later in life.
This is hard for me to write. I'm usually the 'I don't care what other people think' type of person, but I feel like I've let myself down too this time. Which makes this particular situation even worse, because it's not just about me.
I have five kids. With each one, my goal was to breastfeed for at least a year. I love everything about the concept of breastfeeding. The bonding, the not having to get up in the middle of the night to make bottles, the benefits for mom and baby, donating milk to others, toddler nursing ... all of it. I can easily tell other nursing moms what to do to help with their breastfeeding issues. But for some reason, when it comes to me nursing, it's a different story.
Willow and Lily When I had my daughter, Lily, in March, this was the picture I uploaded to my blog's Facebook page to announce her birth. The picture is of her 3-year-old brother, Willow, holding her for the first time. I specifically said that on my page too. The announcement read 'Introducing Lily Pearl, born on March 1, 2014 at our home. This is her brother holding her for the first time.' But sure enough, as frequent as the congratulations were the complaints that I shouldn't post images of my daughter topless. At first I was confused. She was wrapped in a blanket! It's not like you could see anything. And then I realized they were talking about Willow. The picture even ended up getting reported and taken down by Facebook on both my page and personal profile. The reason cited was child pornography/nudity.Why? Because everyone thought he was a girl. And there was nipple showing.