About blue milk

blue milk is part ‘blue stocking’ and part ‘mother’. It is a journal of experiences. I write about what’s on my mind.

I really should make this page a good one because it is always on my ‘top posts’ list for some reason. (I still haven’t yet). I should say something important here. I will get around to that one day. Hmm, thinking, thinking. About me? Mother, that one was easy. I have a daughter, she’s a toddler, a kindergartener and I have a baby son now too. I’m also partnered and unmarried, he’s a… person, a really lovely person and my favourite person to bicker with. I’m a working outside the home mother, meaning I have a paid job I run off to regularly. I work part-time, I have difficulty pretty much full-time. My job has nothing to do with motherhood or feminism. I like to write. (I write over at Hoyden About Town sometimes, if you don’t already read them, you should).  I wish my job was writing this. Instead my job is to write about other things.

I once followed a link to my site and it was a bunch of gamers complaining about my politics (I don’t know how I came up on their radar but good for them reading about motherhood) and they described me as one of those techo-femo-leftie types. I smiled because I wish I was techo, and gamers calling me techno no less. They forgot vego, I’m also vegetarian.

I’m a feminist. Everyone’s feminism is different, this blog is my feminism. My feminism is richer for understanding your feminism. I get the most intelligent comments in the world on my site (check out the first and second comments on this page for instance, ok, bad example). I’m extremely lucky, after most posts I wish I could re-write them incorporating the incredible points readers have added to my thoughts.I co-facilitate feminist discussion groups. I like talking as well as writing. Our most popular feminist discussion group ever was When sexual desire compromises your feminism. Guess everyone feels compromised.I de-bunk myths about mothers.

There is a blue milk myth I heard when I was a new mother that if you drink alcohol at night you need to empty your breasts of all the bad (mother) milk (which will be blue from the alcohol), before you can feed your baby again. I’m ashamed to admit that in my ignorance I even repeated this myth to another new mother. So, even if there was an opportunity to have a nice evening being your old self and having a few drinks (hmm bloody mary) you couldn’t take it up unless you were prepared to face the horror of turning your milk blue (in fact the first milk in every feed has a blue tint), the slow trial of expressing it all, the heartbreaking waste of tipping it all down the drain, and then the challenge of somehow keeping your hungry, little baby quiet while it skipped a feed waiting for clean milk. No. Small. Feat.

P.S. Seriously gorgeous header image from here, while I finally get around to finishing one of my own.