Expressing Love
/A Poem for all Pumping Mothers.
Hmmmm hmmmm goes the pump through the night,
Reminding myself it will all be alright.
The chafing and blisters won't last,
Counting each drop as they fall becomes a thing of the past,
Watching my baby sleep soundly,
The sound of the pump rings out all around me.
Hmmmm hmmmm goes the pump through the night,
Reminding myself it will all be alright.
I'm giving my baby every drop that I can,
Even though things are not quite how I planned.
I'm pouring my love into every single drop,
Telling myself "keep going, don't stop"
Hmmmm hmmmm goes the pump through the night,
Reminding myself it will all be alright,
Skin to skin, and slings,
Are our new bonding things.
As I nourish her tummy,
With my tailor made milk (that's so yummy!)
As drops turn to sprays,
And hours into days,
As mls turn to ounces,
And days into weeks,
The lowest moments fade and we experience more peaks.
Hmmmm hmmmm goes the pump through the night,
Reminding myself it will all be alright,
The grief begins to pass,
As we find our own way.
The pumping becomes part of life
As we grow day by day.
A poem by Jen Crawford. Exclusively pumping for her daughter Kayla who was born with a complete cleft palette and Pierre Robin Sequence.
