Category Archives: Breastfeeding poetry

The Dive

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The Dive

The Dive.

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Hungry, little mouth.

Rooting, searching, frantic.

Diving in to me.

Familiar, sweet breath.

Latching, swallowing, rhythmic.

Drawing in my milk.

Soft, curled body.

Fitting, nuzzling, hypnotic.

Dreaming in my arms.

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Hold Me Mummy

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Hold Me Mummy

(a poem by your newborn)

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Hold me Mummy, hold me skin to skin

I need to feel you in the brightness and din

of this enormous new world I’m suddenly in.

We’ll fall in love on a wave of oxytocin,

so hold me Mummy, hold me skin to skin.

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Hold me Mummy with my head on your chest

where I’ll feel you, smell you and calmly rest

in your arms. I’m safe. You’re my world, my nest.

I need only your love and milk from your breast,

so hold me Mummy with my head on your chest.

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Hold me Mummy with your skin touching mine

and when I’m hungry I’ll give you a sign.

I’ll squirm or wriggle. Grasping hands mean it’s time.

Constant feeding is normal, you’re doing just fine,

so hold me Mummy with your skin touching mine.

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Hold me Mummy, place my ear on your heart.

Let its rhythm sync mine, still one though apart.

Connection through touch is the perfect start

to our journey together we’ll learn this art,

so hold me Mummy, place my ear on your heart.

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Hold me Mummy and kiss my soft head.

I know you are tired and for my life you’ve bled.

I promise I’m worth every stitch and tear shed

and I know you love me, it doesn’t need said

when you hold me Mummy and kiss my soft head.

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Pumping.

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Pumping.

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

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A photo sits beside me,  a machine plugged in.

The whirr 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.

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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.

 

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What Is Breastfeeding?

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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.

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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.

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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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More Than Milk.

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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.

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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

Bedtime Baby

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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).