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A Breastfeeding Holiday Poem

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It’s been a while since I’ve joined the monthly “carnival” of breastfeeding bloggers. My blogging has been a bit stunted by a move, and all the ups and downs that that entailed. Anyway, this month our lovely group of bloggers is writing about how to stay healthy during the holiday season. Go all the way to the end of this post for the entries from other bloggers. As for me, this topic immediately brought to mind a poem I wrote a few years ago when I was still breastfeeding our youngest son. And so, I bring you once again…

‘TWAS THE BREASTFEEDER’S NIGHTTIME
By Andi Silverman, www.mamaknowsbreast.com

‘Twas a holiday eve and the babe was asleep,
Swaddled tight in his crib he made not a peep.
My boobs were depleted from feeding all day.
“Please don’t wake. Sleep all night,” to the babe I did pray.
But his lips, how they moved, as he lay in his bed.
Visions of milky breasts danced in his head.
Dad in his boxers and I in my sweats,
Could we get some shuteye? Go ahead, place your bets.
The moon on the breast of my t-shirt did glow,
Gave a luster to leaking spots set to grow.
My nursing pads were soaked, they fell out of place.
My bra had unsnapped. How I missed sexy lace.
For months I’d been feeding our babe everywhere.
Coffee shop, park bench, museum, movie chair.
All my modesty gone, nothing shy anymore.
If the kiddo was crying, I knew how to score.
And now with the holidays, things often got dire.
While out buying gifts, I sometimes drew ire.
I breastfed in clothing stores. Changing rooms rock.
I breastfed in bookstores. To the stacks I did flock.
When from the babe’s room there arose such a clatter.
We sprang from our bed to see what was the matter.
Away to his room we flew with a flash,
Threw open the door, in the dark I did crash.
What a klutz I can be, ‘twas those bags made me fall.
Sacks for our trip, all arranged in the hall.
We were going to Grandma’s, a five hour drive.
Holiday time—Will I make it alive?
One big huge duffle held all the babe’s stuff.
Diapers, wipes, onesies. Did I bring enough?
Now don’t forget burp cloths, crib sheets and toys.
Books and Bjorn, we’ll exhibit such poise.
On breast pump, on bottles, on stroller and boppy.
On car seat, on cradle, on blanket and binky.
Fill the back of the car, fill the trunk with our haul.
And we’ll drive away, drive away, drive away all.
Now don’t forget stopping to feed long the way.
Gas stations, McDonalds and rest stops, oy vey.
Of course there’ll be lots of those diapers to do.
Get out the Purell, you’ll be covered in poo.
When we finally arrive, now what will await?
Lots of food and embraces, it’ll be really great.
No, no one will not fight. I will not shed a tear.
Ok, a white lie— but rejoice in who’s here.
And what about wine or a champagne or two?
Will it make my milk bad? Old wives tale or true?
And will anyone say, “Can he now take a bottle?”
“How long will you breastfeed?” How these questions can throttle.
Now back to that “clatter,” the babe and that noise.
We had rushed right on in, leaping over the toys.
When what to our wondering eyes did appear,
Our babe still asleep, oh how sweet, oh how dear.
His cheeks, how they glistened, his hair soft and furry.
And I smiled when I saw him, despite all my worry.
How delicious, his belly, moving in and then out.
How precious, his lips in a sweet little pout.
He had not woken up! He did not need to eat.
He had had quite enough, his day quite complete.
And so back to our bed we did quietly crawl.
Happy Holidays to one, happy sleeping to all.
© 2006, Andi Silverman, www.mamaknowsbreast.com
AND NOW THE LINKS TO THE OTHER BLOGGERS
Breastfeeding 123: Breastfeeding and Dehydration
Motherwear Breastfeeding Blog: Taking Care of Yourself During the Holidays
Cave Mother: A Mother’s Christmas
Chronicles of a Nursing Mom: Don’t Forget the Pump!
Accidental Pharmacist: Motherhood Statement
Hobo Mama: Breastfeeding and the holidays: How to take care of yourself
Mommy News and Views: The Holidays and Being a Breastfeeding Mom
Breastfeeding Mums: Looking After Yourself During the Holidays: 7 Tips for Breastfeeding Mums
The Adventures of Lactating Girl: Breastfeeding and Holidays
Breastfeeding Moms Unite: Taking Care of a High Needs Baby at the Holidays
Happy Bambinos: How to Take Care of Ourselves During the Holiday
Blacktating: Advice For the Holidays



3 Responses to “A Breastfeeding Holiday Poem”

This poem rocks! I will be sharing it far and wide. Thanks for making my day!

That is excellent! I was laughing the whole way through.
Dad in his boxers and I in my sweats,
Could we get some shuteye? Go ahead, place your bets.

Ha ha!
I will have to share this, too. Thanks for reposting it!

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