(A poem for the amazing mothers pumping milk for sick or premature babies)


A photo sits beside me,  a machine plugged in.

The whirl of suction motors, tissues in the  bin.

Milk drips into plastic, ounce after precious ounce.

Arms longing  for my baby, to kiss and hold and bounce.


Wall clocks tick-tock and cold pumps hum low.

Through endless NICU days and nights painfully slow.

A voice within me whispers, ‘keep going, don’t you stop’.

I’m pumping for my baby and there’s love in every drop.






What Is Breastfeeding?


What is breastfeeding?

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It’s babies and mummies, nursies and nummies

Holding and rocking and baby talking.

It’s supply and demand and tiny hands.

Eating, drinking and sitting thinking.

It’s a bond that’s strong, secure, life-long.

 It’s babe’s perfect meal…the real deal.

There to share,  it’s beyond compare.

It’s boobs that leak and nursing top chic.

Squishy embraces and milk-drunk faces.

Breath so sweet and playing with feet.

It’s stressing and guessing and hand expressing,

Tummy squeezing, pumping and freezing.

Delicious and free, it’s cold cups of tea.

It’s what babies desire, it doesn’t expire.

Never hot nor cold, beats anything sold.

It’s mustard poos and permanent up-dos.

Pyjamas, spit-ups, burps and hiccups.

Perfecting latches and tell-tale wet patches.

It’s gazing into eyes, lows and highs.

Peaceful vibes and switching sides

It’s cluster feeds and twiddle beads.

A learning curve and holding your nerve.

It’s comfort, cuddles and sleepy snuggles.

The oldest home cure, sweet and pure.

It’s feeding all hours and wishing for showers.

It’s hitting your stride and filling with pride.

Boobies, bubbies, it’s the warm and fuzzies.

Protection, perfection, two-way affection.

It’s your tribe, troop, your support group.

It’s the love that flows, sprays and grows.

It’s booboos, babaas, num nums and ning

Right now it’s our everything.gtesslll copy

To read about my 3rd baby pictured above and the beginning of our very special breastfeeding  journey please click HERE.


Magic Milk.


Magic Milk.


My milk must be magic, It has a few tricks.

Makes tears disappear and for more I just switch.


My milk must be delicious, both the left and the right.

Baby Mmmms and she Aaaahs, smacks her lips with delight.



My milk must be strong, with it’s own knock-out punch.

She can’t keep her eyes open when she’s had a big ‘lunch’.


My milk must have powers, and a mind of its own,

It comes when baby’s hungry, even when I’m not home!


My milk must be addictive, judging by the response,

When she wants it, she needs it and she needs it at ONCE.


My milk must have secrets, cos we don’t fully know,

How it heals and soothes  her and makes her skin glow.


My milk must be amazing, for us it’s a ‘Win-Win’

A healthy, content baby, milk rolling down her chin.


My Milk must be special, it’s too obvious to miss,

The look on her face, of such satisfied bliss.


So never underestimate just what your milk can do,

It’s gifts will last a lifetime, both for baby and for you.

And don’t doubt that you can do it, even if being a mum is new,

Cos here’s a little secret … Your milk is magic too!


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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.


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.


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.


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.


For more information on Doulas in the UK please check out the pages and wonderful doulas in the links below;

Nurturing Birth UK

New Era Doula Support

Doula Deliverance Facebook page

Mother Nurture Birth Doula Services

Our Babes Doula Services

I Wear My Baby


I Wear My Baby.


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.


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.


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.


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.


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.


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.


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.


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!.


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.




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🙂

More Than Milk.


More Than Milk.

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.


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.


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.


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.


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.


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

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



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

Bedtime Baby


Bedtime Baby

(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).