Here is the response from Wired For Noise, where among other things she highlights a curious side to the attachment parenting scene. (Hey congratulations on pregnancy number 3 too).
While there are certainly growing numbers of progressives in AP, I still find the most support for some of my choices (home birth, extended breastfeeding, even home schooling) among more conservative women. It can be odd to hear a woman on one side arguing that breastfeeding a toddler is beautiful yet I don’t have the right to an abortion, and another woman on the side tell me I am hurting women for choosing to home school and yet they would fight tooth and nail for me if I were raped. I am certainly seeing a lot more people straddling both sides of the line, which is wonderful, but I still see a lot of backlash for calling myself a feminist while carrying my baby in a sling.
And here is Raising My Boychick, a lovely new ‘feminist motherhood’ find for me. (Love her description of herself on the site).
My mothering is feminist because I expect my partner’s fathering to be equally invested in our child. The Man wore our baby every day of his life until he was over a year and a half; he is an overt and outspoken breastfeeding supporter; he took charge of non-nursing nighttime parenting; he learned about and equally practiced elimination communication, and changed diapers when we missed, and did the diaper laundry. I as a feminist mother assumed and allowed (did not interfere with) him to establish his own, unique relationship with our baby. I encourage the Boychick to be nurtured, and nurturing, to be attached and dependent, and independent, and interdependent. I do not assume I know who as an adult he will be or who he will love or what he will do, simply because I know the genitals between his legs. We chose his name while knowing him in my womb, without knowing his sex. Feminism informs every part of my parenting, even if some parts look “traditional” and therefore patriarchal.