The other patrons in the hip Brooklyn restaurant probably couldn’t care less what I was feeding my baby, but I’ll always remember the shame I felt as I quickly mixed up his bottle of formula in front of them. I admitted to my childless friend that I was nervous they were all judging me for formula-feeding and in her typically honest fashion, she admitted that if she didn’t know me, she’d probably be making similar assumptions and judgments about my parenting too. The truth was that I was already on the defensive. Not long before, I had been the one judging formula-feeding moms and now I was one.

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