I’ve been getting a lot of advice from all kinds of sources lately. There’s something about pregnancy, and childbirth, and child-rearing, for that matter, that opens up the door for input from everyone from mothers-in-law to friends to random strangers on the street.
Along these same lines, I recently heard two stories that I find shocking:
First, a friend told me she was walking around Target with her 4-month-old baby boy (in sweltering hot North Carolina), and realized he was sweating and unhappy. She took his socks off to help him cool down, and before she could even get back to her car, she was stopped by not one, but TWO strangers who told her she should ‘put some socks on that boy.’
If she was carrying him around by one arm, I’d understand people intervening, but for Pete’s sake.
Another friend told me she was bottle-feeding her baby in a coffee shop – with a bottle of breastmilk, mind you – and two different women came up to her and lectured her about breastfeeding being best. Good golly – I agree with them, but it was freaking breastmilk. And what if my friend, for some reason, wasn’t able to breastfeed?
What is it about babies that invites advice from people who don’t even know you?
Simon wrote about some of the ‘advice’ we’ve gotten last week on his blog, which you can read here.