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?