Friday, 26 October 2012

Let them eat blog

A Meta-Blog, a blog about blogging and why I now blog in the form of a blog. 

Blog in or blog off.


Here is a short list of things that have happened to me in the last week:


1. I entered and was not shortlisted in a blog competition.

2. I posted the entry blog on facebook.

3. I wrote and recorded a song in my bedroom for some friends.

4. I was called irritating, a c**t, ugly and many other wonderful and colourful names in response to my facebook activities, well sort of...it was actually in response to other people's responses, I lost track. Morons are difficult to follow in conversation because beside their appalling spelling and grammar, ad hominem arguments and txt spk they actually don't make much sense. Suffice it to say that I didn't actually do or say anything to which they were responding. So it wasn't so much responding as just sponding. People should spond less.

5. I was persuaded that I should make a blog...not everyone thinks I'm a c**t, one person thinks I'm "mildly amusing in places". Probably my face.

Here are some relevant attachments!


1. My blog entry:


It is a well cited factoid that ‘only 2% of mothers are medically unable to breastfeed’. Baby 2 was born at a sturdy 8lb 5oz. I relished feeding him but ‘established’ breastfeeding was not actually all it cracked up to be. He sank through the centiles like a poo in a paddling pool and no one could figure out why.

Fundamentally it doesn’t make a crusty nipple of a difference what centile a baby is on, so long as all their centiles in all the various categories are more or less the same. Baby 2 was on the 98th for head circumference, 91st for length but only the 9th for weight. This made medical professionals quietly panic wherever we went.

One frozen poo in a jar later and there we have it. Primary lactose intolerance.


As it transpires, almost all breastfeeding mothers claim that their baby is lactose intolerant, which is surprising given that it is quite rare. I have discovered that the main reason for this is that no one really understands what lactose intolerance is. Lactose is the particular sugar found in milk. All milk has lactose in, even soya milk. Lactose intolerance is an inability of the body to break down lactose using the enzyme lactase into glucose, which we can use for all sorts of biological gubbins. Cutting lactose out of your diet won’t stop your milk having lactose in it any more than drinking lots of cola will make your milk fizzy.


Arguments about breast feeding and formula feeding are rife but the fact of the matter is that not all mothers can breastfeed their child. For some, formula is best…it’s a shame that’s less catchy. For this baby at least breast was certainly not best. We are the 2%.


There have been various speculations about this, apparently there's a mistake in it but I'm just blind to it. There may be a word missing, I am blind to it. It might be hugely offensive to breast feeders, fail to see that too. Maybe I'm not the shiniest penny.

2. A link to the song I wrote on youtube (did you notice the baby behind me? He's not been drugged or microwaved, he's always like that)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QrebRIAMLTU

Contrary to friendly suggestion, this video cannot be found by typing "irritating c**t" into the search box but maybe I should add it as a tag?






6 comments:

  1. Psara, witty and entertaining as ever, and no, I'm not a**elicking I promise x

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  2. Genius as always Psara, i will definitely be following your blog xxx

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  3. Love it! How about "formula is fab"...or maybe that's a little too txt spk?!

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  4. I've always liked "formula is fine", or we could always ditch the whole cheesy mottos thing altogether and aim for a more factual "make sure you feed your baby" approach?

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  5. I got really hung up on breastfeeding to the detriment of my sanity. Looking back now my son is 2 and a half, I wonder why on earth I was so single minded about it all. I look around my son's room in nursery and there's not a chance you can work out which of them were breastfed and which weren't.

    Anyway, in my inarticulate way what I'm trying to say is how you feed your baby only matters to anyone for about 12 months say. Once that time has passed most people actually realise that there are far more important things in life to worry about like why my son cried because we said the sun hadn't come up this morning or because he dropped his teddy (ergo, he was crying about the nature of seasonal changes in daylight hours and gravity. Not things I have learned to control yet, supermum though I am.)

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