A Poem: Nursing, As We Drift off to Sleep

As I mentioned in a previous post, the lactation consultant who helped me at the hospital when my youngest son was born taught me how to co-sleep with him. The "tummy to tummy" method is wonderful, with towels or thick sheets rolled up behind mom and babies back (but not near the head or neck!) provide added support and prevent anyone rolling away.

This is how I slept for a whole year with my youngest son and now my baby girl. Some days it gets mundane and tiresome. But and let me be clear I feel very fulfilled and I am luckily not Longing for anything in this regard. But now as we approach baby girl turning one year old, I know I'll miss these days.

A poem: Nursing my Baby, As we Drift off to Sleep.

As I lay here and nurse you in the middle of the night,
The only thing that illuminates us is the street light,
I trace your face and see your eyes that start to quiver,
And your little hand wraps my finger and I just shiver,
At the thought of sheer happiness with you here where I lay my head.
And you fall off contented and as we drift off to sleep in my bed.


Make Mistakes. Breathe, Reflect. And don't forget to Laugh.Out.Loud