Iâm not sure where I got the idea that âattachment parentingâ was my maternal calling, but I know I had it in my head while my oldest girl and I were still in the hospital after she was born. Thatâs probably why I slept on the couch in the visitorâs lounge after they discharged me, while the baby was still under the lights for jaundice. I had asked the critical care nurse what I should do, since breastfeeding was not going very well, and the baby was drinking mostly pumped breast milk. Knowing I had had a c-section, and that I hadnât slept in three days, she still thought I should stay near so I could nurse every three hours through the night. Then I could go back to the lounge, pump and bring a bottle back so the baby could actually eat what she wasnât getting from breastfeeding. I could sleep in two-hour stretches. âIâm just thinking of the baby,â she said.
So I came home engorged, and thinking about the babyâŠ When Baby cried, I jumped. When she squealed, I leapt. When she woke and stirred, I raced to her side. I had Dr. Searsâ The Baby Book by the bed. It was full of solutions for grooming our attachment in the face of âcontemporaryâ obstacles like âtwo-income parenting,â busy-ness and colic. Basically, all of these solutions amounted to the same thing: wear your baby, rock your baby, coo and talk to your baby, sleep with your babyâŠ Whatever you do, Mom, donât walk away from that baby. And donât let her cry! More