It’s only natural

The fantasies and fallacies of breastfeeding

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Breastfeeding is an integral part of the reproductive process, the natural and ideal way of feeding the infant and a unique biological and emotional basis for child development.
– Joint WHO/UNICEF Meeting on Infant and Young Child Feeding, 1979

Mothers and babies form an inseparable biological and social unit. The close physical relationship between a breastfeeding baby and the mother contributes to the formation of close emotional ties.
– Australian Breastfeeding Association, Position Statement on Breastfeeding

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Clare Monagle

Clare Monagle is a professor in the Department of History and Archaeology at Macquarie University. 

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