Hello baby, goodbye books

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Another beautiful image from Ari Seth Cohen’s Advanced Style blog

For the first 6 months after giving birth I read nothing. In my naivety I thought breastfeeding might offer the chance to dip into a book now and again but I was so bleary-eyed all I did was buy stuff online and look at photos of flabby celebs on the Daily Mail.

I wasn’t dreaming much either which gave a whole new meaning to the term ‘get real’. My life had become so real there was almost none of the imaginative stuff left.

Thank god for pretty blogs with lots of pictures:

Old Love

Advanced Style

I’m Revolting

And one for when I feel like saying (again) those were the days…

Awesome People Reading

Don’t look now: the horrors of nursing wear

Schiele - standing-girl-in-a-blue-dress-and-green-stockings-back-view-1913.jpg!BlogNursing wear. It’s revolting and retro in a non-vintage way. I found it so bad it almost triggered a phase of postnatal depression. No joke. After feeling compelled to update my entire wardrobe with maternity jeans and bump-tastic dresses, suddenly it’s like I don’t exist for the next six months (if I’m to stick to the NHS / WHO guidelines and breastfeed only).

Nursing bras from wherever (Marks & Spencer, John Lewis, to name a sorry few) are matronly and utilitarian or just plain ugly if I’m honest. And why are there no matching knickers? I know Elle Macpherson has a limited range but her bras have so much lace and scarlet it’s like I’m on the pull.

Mostly though, it’s as if there’s an assumption that the nursing mum doesn’t care. Like I’ve suddenly transformed into this puritanical, altruistic figure. A slovenly, unsexy, beast of a woman with no desire who derives all pleasure from feeding her child manna from heaven (sorry, I mean breastmilk).  In my starchy plain white bras I feel ready for war not peace.

And don’t even get me started on the clothes. Just when I thought I might be able to reacquaint myself with my pre-pregnancy wardrobe, I’ve discovered my breasts still do the talking. Only big-busted blouses and baggy t-shirts work – and you can bet your last pound there aren’t any on the high street when you need them.  Any online nursing wear resembles a pastel bin liner.

Either way the lack of choice is enough to make a postnatal woman cry. And just when I’m feeling about as seductive as a mule.

Once again I feel as if the message is one of giving up. You’re a mother now so don’t even think about looking or feeling sexy. Well, what’s the point? After all, you’ve a baby to look after now.

The point for me is that being a good mother and a desirable woman needn’t be mutually exclusive. I want to try and be both. In psychoanalysis this is sometimes referred to as the Madonna-whore complex. Unpopular as he might be today, Freud coined the term to explain why some men find it hard to get turned on by the mother of their children: ‘where such men love’ he wrote in 1912 ‘they have no desire and where they desire they cannot love’.

Well who could blame them? The average nursing bra would kill desire in even the most ardent of partners.

You might think I’m reading too much into this but I really am horrified and genuinely intrigued as to why there’s such a lack of choice.

So what’s your experience? Why do you think nursing wear is so neglected?

All that’s left to say is thank the lord for red lipstick!

Carla Bruni: anti-feminist perhaps but at least she’s honest

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Whatever you think of her music or politics, you’ve got to applaud her honesty. In an interview in the latest French Vogue the Italian supermodel and mother of two (including year old Guilia with the former president) confesses pregnancy wasn’t for her:

‘there are women who like it. In the eight month, I wanted to go on a trampoline, smoke cigarettes.’

Rumours she did in fact keep puffing on her Vogue menthols throughout her pregnancy are, it seems, just rumours. Good job too as it’s almost enough to be burnt at the stake on morning telly if Stacey Solomon’s inability to give up was anything to go by.

At least Carla admits to craving fags. I did too, after the first 3 months. This is in contrast to most pregnant women who seem compelled to adopt a Virgin Mary stance and forgo everything from stinky cheese to nail polish. So her admission is, for me at least, a breath of fresh air (well, quite the opposite but you get the idea).

It’s not this, however, that has got up the noses of some women. It’s Carla’s remarks about playing the part of the dutiful wife and stay-at-home-mum that have incensed feminists, particularly this side of the Channel:

‘I’m not at all an active feminist…On the contrary, I’m a bourgeois. I love family life, I love doing the same thing every day.’

Does this highlight a greater willingness by French women to embrace a more feminine version of marriage and motherhood – the current president’s career-driven girlfriend being, in comparison, the exception that proves the rule? Or is this just the insensitive ramblings of an heiress with too much money and time on her hands and not enough brains?

For Fay Weldon, author of Wicked Women, it’s the latter:

‘Just because a woman stays at home to look after the children, it doesn’t mean she is devoid of a brain – though I suspect that Carla is. Many housewives dream of going on to work when their children leave home, of training to be a doctor or whatever. These things are often a matter of income, not intellect.’

Thank heavens she didn’t say a bad word about breastfeeding – an experience she describes as ‘absolutely sensual’. Not words that immediately spring to my mind but at least I believe her.

Can baby photos ever be too cute?

I’m ambivalent about professional baby photos. On the one hand, the newborn stage is so fleeting and they’re so tiny and adorable, why not capture the moment? On the other hand, some snaps I’ve seen are a little bit too soft focus, a tad too staged and clichéd, to feel like a truly personal memento.

The day after giving birth in hospital, we were offered the chance to have some cute if generic photos taken but baby wasn’t ‘limp’ enough and I was too wasted to decipher what this meant (i.e. well-fed and sleeping). Basically the photographer wanted a blank-canvas-baby she could rearrange in various cherubic poses, curled up on his side etc. While this can result in some very sweet photos, for a split second the technique made me think of human pyramids – but that perhaps reveals more about my warped postnatal state of mind than the photos – so we decided to leave it.

At least the UK passport office treats babies as little people – even if their approach is a little harsh (‘forward facing….babies should not have toys or a dummy, and there shouldn’t be other people in the photo’).

Something a little more intimate like this set of photos by Jenny Lewis she calls One day young in which mothers and babies are snapped at home seems a bit more authentic and so, to me at least, appealing. If only we’d been a bit more organised.

How about this?

The Perfect Housewife by Maria Konstanse Bruun

The Perfect Housewife by Maria Konstanse Bruun (c)

It’s part of a series called maternal anxiety by photographer Maria Konstanse Bruun. A little too peculiar for the family album perhaps but at least there’s a bit more of a personal and psychological edge to them.

I suppose it’s simply a question of personal taste. Even for me, this self-portrait by the provocative Turner nominated performance artist Spartacus Cetwynd with her five month old, is a bit too much. Her son Leo-Dragan – presumably named after his two zodiac signs, traditional and Chinese  – is presented like an offering to be shared, very much alive and kicking. It’s a powerful, confrontational pose for a baby and one which sums up how she sees him: ‘I do feel he has the right to be his own person’.

(Interestingly too, Spartacus tells Lyn Barber in the accompanying interview that she subscribes to the strict routine-led method of Gina Ford ‘because it’s the only way she can get work done’. Well, who ever said all artists were hippies? But that really is another post!)

So when it comes to baby photos is there really such a thing as too cute or generic? And, in twenty years time, will anyone really care as long as we have something to look back on?

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