Since breastfeeding CAN be poetic sometimes, here’s a poem to commemorate our 6 months of (now) happy breastfeeding!
When I Nurse My Baby At Night
He reaches
Hands, tiny fingers
splay, searching
the darkness
for a familiar face.
I feel
soft touches
baby fingers trace
my chin
and lips, nose, cheek.
I close my eyes
And wonder…
How love knows
To see in the dark.
Erin
Wednesday 1st of September 2010
That's beautiful! And I don't even breastfeed! <3
Erin
Wednesday 1st of September 2010
That's beautiful! And I don't even breastfeed! <3
Stephanie
Monday 30th of August 2010
Sounds familiar. My 17-month-old just awoke in the night to nurse...sweet [email protected]
Stephanie
Monday 30th of August 2010
Sounds familiar. My 17-month-old just awoke in the night to nurse...sweet [email protected]
Crunchy Beach Mama
Thursday 26th of August 2010
aaahhhh... :)