I understand that I basically set myself up for it by writing about Sundry and her CIO methods with her youngest son a while back, but I keep coming into contact with Internet Trolls anytime I write about anything less than sunshine and butterflies about being a parent. And sometimes even when I do write about how glorious my child is and how much I love being a mom. They always find me.
The other day, when I wrote about my frustration about Ash’s desire to nurse all day and all night long I got an email from a “D Hardy” about how I’m a hypocritical child abuser for quitting breastfeeding cold turkey. Except that I’m not- and she even quoted the paragraph where I said that I wasn’t- but somehow she misinterpreted what I was saying and tried desperately, several times via email to try to prove me wrong and tell me that I was abusing Ash (using my own definition of child abuse).
Sure, I was fed up. Sure, I fantasized for an hour or so about never nursing again, but never did I EVER actually consider weaning him, nor would I ever stop nursing cold turkey. Oh my god, my milk production has always been an issue, and nursing is a complete godsend that I appreciate every single day. I would never do that to him nor to myself. When I reached the point of hating nursing at that moment, I stopped, we got Ash up out of bed, played with him and then tried again later. He wasn’t left in his bed to cry, he wasn’t abandoned, he wasn’t ignored and left there to unnecessarily stress about being left by the person he cares most about. He played dinky cars with his dad. Problem solved. How it’s “on the same page” with CIO is beyond me. See, D Hardy? You have no case. Stop emailing me.
If you’re going to be an Internet Troll and try to comment on my blog entries or write me an email, have a strong case, don’t backtrack and really read what I write about because otherwise I’m going to call out all your mistakes and you’re just going to look stupid. Also: LET IT GO ALREADY. I stopped reading Sundry way back in October, the fight is over and done with. I have nothing left to say about it and you shouldn’t either.
