It’s really nice to be back at blogging, and sorry for the longer-than-usual hiatus. Holidays, work, kids and house renovations (along with a dose of self-destructive perfectionism and writer’s block. Don’t ask) and just plain life conspired to keep me away from this space, but hopefully, things will be settling down in the next few weeks and we’ll be back in our blessed groove again.
Just because I was busy, however, doesn’t mean I gave up my online life entirely. Those of you who blog can probably attest that reading other people’s stuff, and even reacting to written stuff in comments or messageboard posts, is a lot easier than composing blogposts. So I kept up with my reading, and found a lot of material in the past month which made for worthy sequels to things I’d already written about here.
For example, just about a year ago, we were discussing why Gardasil is not likely to be responsible for deaths that occur immediately following vaccination. This point was driven home by the recent tragic death of 14-year-old Natalie Morton, who died unexpectedly a few hours after receiving the Cervarix vaccine, which also protects against acquisition of HPV. Turns out she had a large, previously undiagnosed tumor in her chest which infitrated her heart and one of her lungs, and that was the true cause of death. Not that the kkkonspiracy-minded kkkrazies were convinced, of course, but I hope it was an object lesson for the saner among us.
Remember those British Mums who thought some classic fairy tales were too scary for their children? Well, apparently, some parents have similar concern about the movie based upon one of my children’s favorite books*, Maurice Sendak’s Where the Wild things Are. Sendak himself, however, has told these worrywarts exactly where they can go. In other words, Sendak roared his terrible roars and gnashed his terrible teeth and rolled his terrible eyes and showed his terrible claws…and good for him 🙂 .
Our last stroll down deja vu lane today concerns this old post, in which I rolled my eyes at the lactofanatics’ outrage over breastpump manufacturer Medela’s advertisement of bottles, in apparent violation of the WHO International Code of Marketing of Breast-milk Substitutes (which, to some, seems to surpass the Holy Bible in its involability). Well, do I have news for you: You thought Medela was bad? Turns out that Medela is purer than fresh-driven snow compared to the sins of … Lansinoh.
Yes, the makers of breastfeeding aids best known for their wool lanolin nipple ointment (which has surely saved many a breastfeeding relationship), though not themselves code breakers, have committed a grievous sin when they allowed themselves to be purchased by a Far East bottle manufacturer named Pigeon, which had the temerity to advertise their products in ways the lactofanatics disapprove of (again, invoking the draconian and outdated Code), and by donating bottles for use during natural disasters in the past. The latter especially annoys me. While we all realize that, and especially in sites of natural disasters where food and clean water are scarce, breastfeeding should be the method of choice for feeding infants, possibly followed by cupfeeding (as cups are easier to clean than bottles), we also must realize that natural disasters cause a lot of chaos, not to mention a lot of dead or absent mothers, and mothers who may lose their milk due to dehydration and stress. Which means that unless NGOs on the site have a brigade of wet-nurses and/or experienced cup-feeders on hand, bottles are going to be needed in such a situation. The giving out of bottles to the public should be at the NGOs discretion, but they need to get them from somewhere.
Apparently, even the ILCA (International Lactation Consultant Association) has deemed Lanisnoh’s products kosher; however, for the really ultra-orthodox among the lactofanatics, this isn’t quite enough. One might even think this is less about breastfeeding support and more about the eeeeevil capitalistic corporations for these people…sigh.
*To the point where, though I haven’t read it for years, I still know it by heart.