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Please listen up ladies and tell me if you’ve heard,

Of this amazingly important and vital little word.

And help me spread its message, for it’s not well known you see,

And it could make all the difference if you’re a Mum-To-Be.

~

DOULA‘s are the secret of which I wish everyone knew,

So let me answer the big question; “Just What Does a Doula Do?“

A Doula is a lady who has trained and made a choice,

To empower birthing women and to give their needs a voice.

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If babies had a say in things, if they could choose their birth,

They’d want the arms of one they love to welcome them to Earth.

Doulas work beside you to keep the odds stacked in your favour,

She’ll help to keep you calm and focused through your experience of labour.

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Dads and partners needn’t worry, she’s not there to take your role.

Instead she’ll encourage and support your family as a whole.

If naturally the thought of birth leaves you overwhelmed and under pressure,

Find a Doula who can help you make it a memory to treasure.

~

They’re trained to know the options and ensure you know your rights,

They can help you make a Birth Plan to keep your birthing goals in sight.

She’ll be with you when you need  her or respect your wish to be alone,

She’ll be your advocate and ally, whether in hospital or at home.

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So whatever else is on your mind if you’re going to have a baby,

There’s one thing on your To-Do-List that shouldn’t be a maybe,

Make a Doula a priority and not a last resort,

Don’t deny yourself the gift of their guidance and support.

~

Nurturing Birth UK

New Era Doula Support

Doula Deliverance Facebook page

Mother Nurture Birth Doula Services

Our Babes Doula Services

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I wear my baby in a sling.

For travelling it’s our favourite thing,

From buses and trains to stairs and shops,

Babywearing means we don’t have to stop.

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I wear my baby in a wrap,

It’s perfect when little one needs a nap.

So whether out and about or cooking the dinner,

Babe’s sound asleep and I’m onto a winner.

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I wear my baby when we’re out walking,

No wheels or handles? Now we’re talking!

Rough roads, cobble stones or through a tight squeeze,

Wearing my baby means we manage with ease.

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I wear my baby on my back,

There’s so many ways, I can hardly keep track.

Short wraps and long ones, buckles and rings,

Spots, stripes and patterns, what versatile things.

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I wear my baby in the rain,

Pushing a buggy with a brolly’s just such a pain.

It’s easy to keep us both lovely and dry,

When baby’s wrapped cosy and carried up high.

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I wear my baby so when she needs nursed,

A slight adjustment means she can quench her own thirst.

Feeding baby’s a doddle when you’re all that they need,

Wherever you are, your baby can feed.

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I wear my baby and I’m proud,

To be part of a global babywearing crowd.

Across the whole world and in every place,

We wear our babies, ‘cos it’s where they feel safe.

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I wear my baby because you see,

It’s really where they’re supposed to be.

As old as time, it’s not one of those ‘fads’

And who doesn’t love to see babywearing Dads!.

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I wear my baby ‘cos she loves to be sung,

And I love it too, it’s like wearing a hug.

I know in the future that I’ll dearly miss,

When I wore her close, close enough to kiss.

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Do you have a favourite baby carrier or sling? I love hearing from readers so please share your favourite thing about babywearing in the comments below

Breastfeeding is so much more than milk,

Warm and sweet and flowing like silk.

Each drop is pure, love wrapped up in a hug,

So whether human, calf, kitten or cub,

Every baby needs to feed from it’s mother,

And she, in turn, needs them like no other.

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It’s more than convenient, free and delicious.

It’s adaptive, protective and uniquely nutritious.

It’s more than ingredients in a list.

The truth is ‘not breastfeeding’ carries a risk!

The intricate secrets of our own liquid gold,

Are only just beginning to truly unfold.

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It’s more than just some fancy words.

It’s more than the ‘benefits’ that you’ve heard.

It’s got Human Growth Hormone and IQ enhancers,

Super stem cells and cells that fight cancer.

But it’s ALL and so much more than these,

It’s a mothers love; given freely and taken with ease.

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It’s not just about hunger or about thirst,

For a soul is fed too when a baby is nursed.

Within this act of instinctual, maternal emotion,

Is an expression of love, of trust and devotion.

All babies are born expecting their comfort and rest,

Be found in mother’s arms and at mother’s breast.

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It’s more than we know and more than we think.

Breastmilk’s not just a food, it’s not only a drink.

It’s the building blocks of life that’s new.

It’s a bond, a connection, it’s relationship glue.

It’s the power to heal a hurt or a tantrum to tame.

The power to calm the mind and soothe away pain.

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Breastfeeding is so much more than the sum of its parts,

 It will nurture and nourish you both and tug at your hearts.

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I love to hear your comments or thoughts, so feel free to share your favourite thing about breastfeeding or breastmilk in the comments below. x

(a ‘Lullabooby’ for mothers who nurse their babies to sleep)

Softly…. quietly….. gently we begin,

“It’s time to nurse, my baby,” I sing.

Your mouth opens wide, I soon hear you swallow,

You’re drifting to dreamland, I’m tempted to follow.

Blissfully we sit, wrapped up in each other,

Connected, in sync; baby and mother.

Your eyelids hang heavy, each blink longer and longer,

Breastfeeding helps keep our bond growing stronger.

At nap-times and night-times, I nurse you to sleep,

Mother Nature’s own recipe, for sleep, peaceful and deep.

I lose track of time and of my thoughts sometimes too,

Mulling over the day, listing what’s left to do.

Your breathing grows softer, your hands lose their grip,

Contentment, your expression, as out from under you I slip.

Your beauty is multiplied by stillness and shadow,

My mind takes a snapshot,  such perfection is hallowed.

I whisper ” I love you”, touch my lips to your forehead,

Our sleepy-time ritual, no tantrums or tears shed.

You’re alone only briefly, I’m back with you soon,

Together we sleep, dreaming under one moon.

Soothed by security, it’s goodnight, sleep tight,

You hold no anxiety for darkness or night,

I’m there when you need me, you nurse when you may,

Until sun through the curtains melts the night into day.

(Please feel free to share your own feelings or memories of nursing your little ones to sleep in the comments below).

your heart’s so full of joy,

as you watch your nursling, once a baby,

grow into a little girl or boy.

You know you’re nursing a toddler when

you’re feeding them in bed,

but they’re upside down, their bums in the place,

where really you’d like their head.

You know you’re nursing a toddler when

there’s barely room on your lap,

for your big, brave explorer who’s not too big

for a nurse before his nap.

You know you’re nursing a toddler when

her hair’s full of ribbons and bows,

but your sweet little angel likes to nurse,

with her finger stuck up your nose.

You know you’re nursing a toddler when

they twist and squirm and wriggle,

which wouldn’t be so bad I suppose,

if they’d only let go of your nipple.

You know you’re nursing a toddler when

feeding time means new dangers.

The toes heading for your face these days,

are wrapped in flashing trainers.

You know you’re nursing a toddler when

there are times you’d rather not.

Perhaps you’re too busy or you’re in a new dress,

and your kid’s all covered in snot.

You know you’re nursing a toddler when

they want to be just like mum.

Hungry toys and dolls get clutched to their chests,

and im just talking about my son!

You know you’re nursing a toddler when

they’re dressed up to make you scream,

but little monsters need nursed too,

even though it’s not Hallowe’en.

You know you’re nursing a toddler when

teddy must have a boob too,

and if they’re feeling particularly generous,

you’ll have to nurse the whole darn zoo.

You know you’re nursing a toddler when

they think you’re the greatest because,

their mummy’s milk is the most delicious.

I once got a round of applause.

You know you’re nursing a toddler when

they’re asleep you say hurrah,

you grab your pyjamas, take of your top,

and lego falls out of your bra.

So to all you mamas nursing toddlers,

remember one day they will be done,

and you can partly thank your marvelous  milk,

for the great grown-up they’ll surely become.

(.)(.)

I’d love to hear your toddler nursing stories,  feel free to share them in the comments

For my Nevada Angel.

I kept you within till you journeyed earthside, then held you, smelled you and squeezed you with pride.

So perfectly formed, so special and small and what I was doing I didn’t know at all.

Looking back I can see how much we’ve both grown, these fourteen months have really flown.

I’ve been your mama and I’ve learned how, to be, when you needed me, in the here and now.

And I’ve fed you baby, at my breast

and carried you close against my chest.

You’ve taught me patience and given me strength. I didn’t think I could do it but we’ve gotten this length.

Look at you now with your pink shoes on, running this way and that from the break of dawn.

So quick to tears, so quick to laugh, you’ll lead anyone willing up the garden path!

I’ve watched proudly as you’ve mastered each new skill, kissed away your tears after each stumble and spill.

And I’ve fed you baby, at my breast

and carried you warm against my chest.

Each moment you nurse now, sprawled in my lap, my love flows with my milk, unconditional, on tap.

Your eyes gaze up, trusting completely.  A smile creeps across and milk dribbles discretely.

I’ll be your mama, even when you are grown and from this sweet, safe nest you’ll have up and flown.

But for so long as you choose, I’ll be right here, with arms and heart open so you needn’t fear…

…cos I’ll feed you baby, at my breast

and carry you wrapped against my chest.

to say can be quite controversial,

they’re extremely sought after to sell anything

commercial, but used how biology and nature intended,

they can cause such a fuss that the uptight get offended.  So why is there

such an almighty uproar when a mum lifts her shirt to feed a baby outdoors?

If a man and his lawnmower can take the same action without fear of reprisal

reprimand or reaction? The world now it seems has become so very unjust to the

beauty and power of the female bust. Their dual functionality,  both fetish and food

has let them become rather terribly misunderstood. We need change to begin with

everyone realizing, that ALL humans have boobs it’s just a matter of sizing.

Lets hope in the future it won’t be an issue, that folks will be equal

with no thought of breast tissue.  I’ll finish with what my

nursling would say if she could, which i’m assuming

of course is.. ‘HURRAY for BOOBS!

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Breastfeeding is normal, nature designed babies to eat,

Curled up at our breasts, listening to our hearts beat.

And the magic in this loving and wondrous act,

is a bond so incredible, an edible pact.

(.)(.)

We’ve captured its beauty in all manner of ways

We’ve posed for oil paintings, for sculptures, for days,

From cave drawings to pyramids, babes from all times and places,

Are shown just where they should be with boobs in their faces!

(.)(.)

Today breastfeeding is celebrated by those who can and who choose,

To feed their own babies, (how did that make the news?)

We take precious photos, upload to blogs or to twitter,

But if we share them on Facebook, we’re left feeling bitter.

(.)(.)

Facebook have shunned them. Their beauty forbidden,

Their twisted policy states that our nipples be hidden.

“Breastfeeding’s permitted” it concedes but what’s written

Leaves mothers nursing their wounds without having been bitten.

(.)(.)

Breastfeeding is normal, its just what we do.

So keep sharing your pictures and I’ll take some too,

Until boobs feeding babies is so common a sight,

That no-one will notice and all will be right.

xxxx (.)(.) xxxx

Breastfeeding Myths

Breasts have fed babies since time immemorial,

but some modern advice has gotten simply deplorable,

Lets look at these myths with the aim of dispelling

the half-truths and fiction from the stuff that’s worth telling.

(.)(.)

First off, anatomically for you to succeed,

you’ll need nipples like sign posts and cups; double D’s.

Its nonsense of course, you needn’t win any prizes,

boobs that feed babies come in all shapes and sizes.

(.)(.)

Isn’t Breastfeeding painful? It’s more than an itch.

I knew someone who tried it said it hurt like a b*%ch!

Nursing shouldn’t be painful, nor cause you to yelp!

Most women find comfort when they get the right help.

(.)(.)

Your baby’s too skinny, your milk’s not enough,

to fatten them up I hear formula’s good stuff.

Ladies trust your own bodies, its demand and supply,

before grabbing that bottle there’s so much to try.

(.)(.)

Well what if you’re out and your baby needs fed?

Breastfeeding’s not decent! Bring a bottle instead.

Breastfeeding is beautiful, not indecent or lewd,

you can feed baby anywhere, after all it’s just food.

(.)(.)

But you’ll have to stop anyway if you ever get ill,

your baby could catch it and you’re not allowed  pills!

You’ll find many safe meds and breast milk’s so clever,

Your baby still benefits though you’re under the weather.

(.)(.)

Aren’t bottles just easier ’cos that’s what I’ve heard?

All her babies loved them, it’s what they preferred!

With strange nipples and teats babes’ confusion can hurt,

But what’s more convenient than unbuttoning your shirt?

(.)(.)

I hope now it’s clear there’s no wisdom in rumour.

Old wives and their tales can tell little but humour.

 So what will you need to feed your little creation?

Support…. more support and the right information!!

xxxxx (.)(.) xxxxx