I just read this a few days ago, and I am so amazed not by the story but by the reaction in the media.
Salma Hayek breastfed someone else baby during a trip in Sierra Leone.
It is something perfectly natural for me, and I am sure for a lot of women in the world.
I want to share a story, well two stories, with you.
The first one is my grandmother’s. She was living in Casablanca, Morocco with my grand father and their 4 kids.
It was in 1943, my father wasn’t born yet, and my grand father who had the Italian nationality, had to go hide in the mountains because Italy was next to Hitler during 2nd World War and it wasn’t a good thing to be italian those days.
My grand mother was pregnant, she found herself alone with 4 kids and another one in the way, and no husband nor incomes.
My father was born 10th May 1943, and as it was normal my grandmother breastfed him. This was a huge blessing, as she had a lot of milk, and she found out that other women in the neighbourhood had babies and no milk, and as it was in middle of the war, they could not go to take goat milk.
My grand mother, who was named Marie, opened a “business”, she breastfed my father and other 2 babies, for money. She did that during 2 years, until the end of the war, and that is the way she could provide for all the family.
It was a joke in my family to tell we were all alive thanks to my grandma’s breasts! 
But I love this story!
My grandma thought she wouldn’t have more baby when she get pregnant, and she was afraid to think how she would feed her family.
This is amazing how God provided, during those tough times, and how my father, just a baby, could somehow save his siblings from starving, just by being born!
At the end of the war, my grandfather could return with the family and they all went back to France where they lived happily.
OK, I said two stories! The second one is mine!
When my daughter was born, I naturally breastfed her, I think I had some of my grandmother’s genes for that 
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Well, when my baby was like 4 months old, we went for a day in the beach, in Tarifa, the extreme south point of Spain, you can see the coast of Morocco in front.
We were spending a wonderful day, when all of a sudden, a tiny boat arrived just in the beach we were. It was a boat full of african illegal people.
They were like 40 persons, men, women and children, they cross the Gibraltar passage from Morocco to Spain.
There was a lot of people in the beach, and everybody went to help them. They were all starving, with hypothermia, dehydration, and very tired. Everybody came to give them some food, water, beach towels to warm them, etc.
A few minutes later the red cross arrived and so the coast guards. This was surrealistic!
The case is that there was a tiny little baby crying, he was like one month old, and his mother didn’t have strength to feed him.
While the red cross people were taking care of the mother, I took the baby and I fed him. I could never forget the look of gratitude of this woman! And this little one, his black hand on my white breast!
It was amazing!
Once more, I think God provided, between the thousands miles of coast in Spain, this baby arrived in the exact place where I was. God made that a little starving baby could met a breast full of milk!
These stories are very special to me, I could never forget them, and I really think breastfeeding is a huge blessing that we have to use, and protect!
What do you think about this? Do you think it was a bad thing to breastfeed someone else baby?
Leave a comment!
This post was part of :
Last week we went for a wonderful trip from Phoenix to Concho.
Yep, two days ago my dear husband went back to France. He will have to find a job and a house for us. We will be separate until April 22nd, when I will go to France with my daughter.
