Today I went to a card making workshop, I was so looking forward to it as I missed out on my social scrapbooking last night after a visitor stopped in unannounced and stay for too long and put me behind for the rest of my day.
Anyway back to today! The card workshop itself was great, I loved it...one day I'll even add pictures to this post so you can see why I loved it so much. The cards are just lovely!
At the workshop was myself and 2 other ladies, which I hadn't met before and they both seemed quite nice. Another lady arrived who was just observing as she was learning from the lady teaching the workshop. I would assume observing would be you do exactly that, sit back and observe. But no she seemed to talk non stop from the minute she got there, which on it's own is fine but she appeared to talk over everyone and when poor Lauren was trying to teach she was even talking over her and distracting her from what she was doing.
The first sign this woman had foot in mouth was when she commented on how BIG some babies are these days, she's a midwife at the public hospital, and she continued to say how there are so many babies born over 4.5kgs because mothers indulge in too many chips and other stuff they shouldn't....Ummmmmm Rat_Boy was 4.9kgs thank you very much, and then she said "are you diabetic"! Ok yes I put on 24 kgs (still suss on the hospital scales), but ask most people a lot of that was belly I still fit my prepreg clothes at full term and was straight back into them and back to my prepreg weight pretty soon after birth. SO NO love I am not diabetic!
Now I haven't yet shared my breastfeeding journey, but it's been a very bump one and I've had to overcome a lot. I'm am so proud of me and my boy for making it this far. I could have thrown the towel in many a times. However my confidence was completely shot today when this woman, who says is a lacation constultant, did nothing but pick at the way Rat_boy was feeding. Told me my attachment was very poor (mind you this was unwarranted I didn't ask for any of this), he must suffer from bad wind (he doesn't), it's hurting his neck, something about milk going the wrong way, oh you'll never fix it now he's too old he's learnt that....blah blah blah. I was fighting so hard to keep back the tears, all I wanted to do was cry. The final straw came when she actually grabbed babies head and moved it! She told me something about a tiny piece of something in his throat that stops milk going in his lungs and being like that he's at risk of asperation (no idea how to spell that). So I drove the whole way home crying. And each time I've had to feed him since I've cried because now I'm seriously doubting myself and worried if I'm doing it all wrong and I'm hurting him. I've spoken to lacation consultants, I go to monthly ABA meetings and talk with counsellors no one has ever said anything. I am so scared of feeding him now and so annoyed at this woman for making me feel like this.
If I had asked her opinion with would be different but I didn't she just gave it and she had the nerve to stick her head in while I was feeding, I mean literally stick her head in, and then grab my sons head, what type of person just does that and infront of people.
Anyway I can't talk about it anymore because it really did upset me, I just kinda needed to vent a little bit.
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