What Breast Milk Tells Us About America
Wealth, Disparity, and Priorities in a First-World Country
I had the great privilege of nursing, or breast-feeding, all three of my children. The first, I was only able to nurse for the first couple of months before my exhausted, single-mother self relented and bought Similac. The second was easier, since I now had a partner and was a more experienced mama. I fed her from my body for a year. My third — well, that little one was so relaxed, and so was I, that I finally reached my ideal and fed him until we both were ready to relinquish that connection, which wasn’t until just shy of his second birthday.
The formula shortage in America today, and our national response to it, paints a very different picture than a journey to blissful breastfeeding.
One of my very good friends, whose kids are now in elementary school, simply opted not to breastfeed. A neighbor of mine is currently working so much that doing so would be impossible. She’d have to choose career or breast, and she shouldn’t have to.
But these women are, like me, solidly middle class, where options abound.
For millions of women, those options are not…options.
Thanks to a massive recall by a national formula supplier, millions of mothers are left without a choice. Ironic, then, that the…
