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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).

You Know You’re Nursing a Toddler When…

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You know you’re nursing a toddler when…

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.

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

A Mama’s Promise

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A Mama’s Promise

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.

Boobs

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‘Boobs’.. it’s safe

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!