Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Maybe it's just me

I work in a hospital.  I think I've established that.  ALL KINDS OF CRAZY SHIT happens here.  I'm not kidding.  You name it, it has happened here.  I know way to much, unfortunately.  And yet, because I'm paid well and because somehow I find some personal satisfaction it calming the chaos for 8-10 hours a day, I keep coming back in spite of everything I know.

I just got an email from the hospital inviting me to attend:

An Open House for our New Breastfeeding Medicine Program

Okay.   I'm a fan of breastfeeding.  I think it's the healthiest option for moms and babies, assuming both moms and babies are agreeable, which is not always the case, in spite of enthusiastic (alright, overzealous, lactation consultants) but I don't happen to be breastfeeding anyone at the moment (at least not physically....metaphorically, however, I could make the argument that I've got a small station wagon full of infants latching on to me on a regular basis). 

Breastfeeding was kind of a personal thing for me.  I mean, it was really just between me, my baby, my forlorn looking husband, that creepy neighbor's kid, and that work crew of landscapers who happened to be in the right place at the right time. 

I digress.  The question I need to ask, is WHEN did breastfeeding become "MEDICINE?"  I just think there's something ... wrong .... somehow, about that.  Or is it just me???

I'm not going to their Open House.  I bet they'll serve milk and cookies.

No comments:

Post a Comment