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.
(A poem for the amazing mothers pumping milk for sick or premature babies)
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!
( .)( .)
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.
(a ‘Lullabooby’ for mothers who nurse their babies to sleep)
Softly…. quietly….. gently we begin,
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).