Thank my wife for saving you from my freestyle raps about this nurse-cation prompt.
Babies go through different stages while breastfeeding. Our firstborn nursed so much it was hard to tell whether or not she was cluster feeding at any time.
I knew I would struggle, but last night's work came so slowly and with such difficulty, I considered taking a break from finishing this poem. I am glad I stuck with it!
A mother's work is never done. These two poems present two perspectives on chasing sleep with little ones to worry about.
One of the longest walks you will ever take is from where you sleep to where baby sleeps. What if there was another way?
In my previous post, I owned my mistakes and took note of my progress and growth. Today, I would like to set some realistic goals for myself. I am resigned to continuing to write in 10 minute bursts, but I am looking to experiment with how that plays out. I feel like I should narrow my focus a bit to work towards completing my projects as opposed to just writing for its own sake.
Expectations and reality can differ greatly in many areas of our lives, perhaps none more so than when the topic at hand is children.
My first entry in my Monday to Friday writing campaign. They say breast is best they say. All the books, the WHO, the doctors and the hospitals all put out the same message. There are charts, statistics, guidelines, myths, programs aplenty to help mothers and their babies bond and forge a nursing relationship. Then comes the sabotage.