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Mothers Day


They tell me it’s a special day for mummies everywhere,

But mum it mustn’t feel like that while I’m in special care.

You needn’t worry mummy that things right now are tough,

‘cos all the love you’ve given me is already more than enough,

to get us through this battle, the good days and the bad,

think of all the hugs to come, all the cuddles to be had.

I know it’s hard to leave me and I know you’d choose to stay

but your love surrounds me always, all night and every day.

I promise I’m not sad or lonely, I’m just biding my time

until you can bring me with you to the home that is all mine.

So when things are going backwards and it all feels so wrong

remember what you’ve given me and that you’ve made me strong.

I knew what I was doing, I have your brains too you see

So when we were choosing mummies, I knew you were PERFECT for me!”

Happy mother’s day.




New motherhood was looming and I thought I knew it all,

I’d breathe and pant and push just right after bouncing on my ball.

Instead a surgeon’s knife was called when my induction failed.

A perfect baby boy was born though my birth plans were derailed.


Finally they placed him on my chest, under my gown.

And though the golden hour had passed, with help, my breast he found.

So grateful I could feed him, at least I could do that.

Exhausted, sore and stapled, legs laid numb and flat.


I fed him and I loved him but it never was quite right

My nipples bled and up and down I’d pace the hall at night.

Turns out I really didn’t know what was normal, who to call.

All too soon I doubted if I could make enough milk at all.


It wasn’t getting easier, “What’s happened to his sleep?”

Without support, I just assumed he wasn’t getting enough to eat.

Everyone agreed of course. “You’ve done enough” they said.

“You’ve earned a break.” “It’ll be alright.” “It only matters that he’s fed.”


So despite the guilt already creeping in my mind,

I searched the shelves of powder for the “Hungry Baby” kind.

Life moved along. “It’s for the best.” I’d often tell myself.

Though secretly I felt ashamed, like I had failed the test.


Now motherhood’s no longer new and each baby taught me more.

How every journey is unique like every one before.

And looking back it’s clear to me that they were wrong to say,

That how I chose to feed them didn’t matter anyway.


Because breastfeeding matters! Of this there is no doubt.

Of course it does or why else would that voice inside us shout.

I’ve also learned that I was wrong to feel either guilt or shame

I was failed. I did not fail….I was not to blame!


I should have been supported, informed and made aware

Of how baby’s only happy when mummy is right there.

Told how nights are easier when mum and babe co-sleeps,

Of feeds that come in clusters and growth that comes in leaps.


Though I grieve what might’ve been I’ve made my peace and know

I did the best that I could do, learning’s how we grow.

Information isn’t pressure. Mums deserve the truth, cos when

You know better, you do better when you get the chance again.


Breastfeeding should be valued as the gift it is to all.

We need to move past talk of guilt and help heal wounds still raw.

I can’t change what happened but I can help the next mum,

To listen to her instincts, to succeed and overcome.


All Mothers deserve better and it’s time we made demands

Better births and fairer treatment, health care that understands

Bottles aren’t the only answer. Breastfeeding works when it is seen

As a skill that’s worth investing in and when we’re all on the same team.

My Support Group 

My Support Group 

For BFNI. 
When it feels like no one else gets it, 

You’re the group who knows how it feels. 
When it seems all around me are judging, 

Here at least I don’t need to conceal. 
You share in my joy at each milestone, 

Send virtual hugs when it’s hard. 
No matter the day or the hour, 

Here I know I can let down my guard. 
To you I can admit when I struggle, 

And be proud without fear I’ll seem smug. 
This group is a haven, a safe space, 

Where support is a powerful drug. 
Each triumph is celebrated together, 

With others who truly understand. 
So I’ll keep sharing my journey, 

If you all keep holding my hand. 

I Make Milk


I Make Milk.


It grows you from newborn, fuzzy and creased,

Transforms wrinkles to rolls, each sweet milky feast,

Makes you rounder and stronger, smarter too,

More amazing, more perfect, more uniquely you.

And it gives me a confidence, a quiet trust,

In my body, my ability, that I am enough,

So if anyone questions why I do what I do,

I tell them straight, on the bus, at the zoo,

No matter the place, the reason or hour,

“I make milk – what’s your superpower?”













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