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