I started Crummy Mummy in January 2013 as I prepared to stop breastfeeding BB, and by May the journey was almost over. I found the whole thing rather emotional, and I wrote a poem about it which I published on 15 May 2013. I think it was the first poem I’d written since school, and having a look through the archivesΒ it jumped out at me asΒ I’m nursing once again and it sums up breast feeding perfectly. It still brings a tear to my eye now.
An Ode to BB
Itβs been 21 months since you first latched on
I can hardly believe how big youβve become.
For the first six months you drank my milk alone
Sucking and slurping you were right at home.
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There was so much milk it would roll down your chin
And collect in your neck in the folds of your skin.
Daddy used to say we could open a factory for cheese
Because by bath time it had congealed and resembled a nasty disease.
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Your hungry mouth would root the side of the pram
If we were out and about when you were due your next dram.
I couldnβt wait to get home and lift you to my breast
And feel your rose bud lips suckling in our cosy human nest.
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It wasnβt long before you started to smile
And weβd play games while you were guzzling in our own special style.
Round and round the garden was your favourite rhyme
Youβd giggle while drinking time after time.
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Those night time feeds they were the best
Just you and me nuzzling forget the rest.
But most nursing times we were always three,
You and me and our kitten Daisy.
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When you started on solids I thought the end was nigh
How wrong I was – you werenβt ready to say bye.
Twelve months later you were still going strong
I never dreamed you would love breast feeding for quite so long.
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Now you are a big girl and nearly two
Itβs time to start drinking a different brew.
Iβm so proud to see how my milk has helped you grow
And set you up for a future which will be healthy I know.
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Iβll miss the sound of you glugging when youβre drinking from me
But most of all Iβm sad because youβre no longer a baby.
Memories of feeding you I will always hold dear
So forgive me if just once or twice I shed the odd tear.
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This brought back amazing memories for me of breastfeeding my son. Particularly the milk running into the folds of his neck. So glad that you shared it with us! Thanks for supporting the new link too. #fbfriday
Reading it again brought back memories for me too! Even though I’m feeding Little B now it’s made me realise how different the two of them are…
What a lovely poem! I tried to breastfeed both my boys but by week 2 they were both losing too much weight and we were advised to switch to formula. I’ll always be glad they started off with breastfeeding, even if it didn’t last long. You sound like it was a very special time for you and baby. xxx
That’s such a shame, but like you say at least you got to do it for a little while…I have been very lucky and it all happened fairly easily…
I find posts like this so hard to read, as despite every attempt and help from LC’s and all sorts my boy wouldn’t latch on. BF was the thing I look forward to most about those early days and I never got to do it.Treasure these memories, nothing else will ever come close. xx #fbfriday
I treasure the memory very much and found writing a poem was the only way to express what I was really feeling. I didn’t find BF so easy second time round as Little B had tongue tie and literally couldn’t latch on, so I can understand your frustration and feel for you x
that brought a little tear to my eye, my children have long left home, i never managed to breast feed past the first few/several months, but i did miss it. Popping over from Morgan’s ‘What I read’
Thanks for visiting & glad you like the poem!x
Lovely poem. I wasn’t able to breastfeed for various reasons but many of the feelings you’ve described as you fed your baby were the same for me when bottle feeding. It’s a wonderful time π
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Glad it brought back some nice memories!x
I still remember when my teenager was a baby and he was always hungry! LOL! He would feed for 45 minutes, then an hour later he would be hungry again. I got very little sleep back then. I was only able to nurse him for two months because of sheer exhaustion and I remember how it hurt to break that bond. I loved nursing him because it felt like we were one, if that makes sense. With my second son, I was only able to nurse him for one month because for the first year, he was lactose intolerant. I had lived in a mold infested apartment while I was pregnant with him so after he was born (I didn’t dare bring him into that environment) because I had been so sick, he was also sick for awhile. His body to build up immunity to many things. This is the doctor’s theory anyway because now he’s as healthy as a horse. This is a great poem. Makes me remember my own experience nursing my boys! Popping over from #happydiaries
Glad it reminds you of nursing too! So pleased you’re all healthy now!x
Beautiful. This brings back some happy memories, thank you π #happydiaries
Pleased to hear it!x
A lovely poem. I am just about to start on my breast feeding journey when my baby girl arrives at the weekend.
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Good luck! I loved it and it came very naturally but I know it’s not the same for everyone. Hope it all goes well – you must be so excited!!
Such a sweet poem that encapsulates all the best bits of breast feeding, it sounds like it was a lovely bonding experience for you and BB. It’s so wonderful that you have this poem filed away on the internet, to be revisited and remembered in hindsight too – one of the best things about blogging!
Yes it’s nice to look back on – I wonder what BB will make of it when she’s older!
What a lovely poem! I never breast fed at all but it’s lovely to read about the bond you both had while you were #happydiaries
I’m sure the same bond is had bottle feeding too!x
Both my boys bottle fed, but I remember well the milky cheese mix that use to collect roind their necks when they fed, they were both greedy boys.
Thanks for sharinf with us, Tracey xx #happydiaries
It’s funny because Little B has never had that, although he isn’t as big as BB was x