Tag Archives: Breastfeeding

I hope to

I hope to

You sleep beside me because I want you to. When you’re close I can watch your hands twitch as they find their way to your resting pose- your right hand’s thumb lodges itself in your pouty lips and your left arm raises straight above your head. That’s the sweet spot. I hope I remember you… Read more

Last week

Last week

I couldn’t write last week because of all the dripping. From my eyes, from my breasts. As theirs did. Except I had a change of clothes and my baby to soothe me and mine. I still had my dignity. I couldn’t speak last week because of all the confusion. From my head, from my heart.… Read more

Bidding goodnight to the dink

Bidding goodnight to the dink

I’m letting go but I’m holding you close. Arching your back as the sun sleeps, begging me, pleading as you can do at two years old, for your nightly “dinky duss.” For all 842 days and nights of your life, it’s been this way. Except for this unexceptional, anticlimactic night upon which I’ve decided to… Read more

This week in motherhood

This week in motherhood

This week in motherhood is wishing a Tuesday were a Friday. It’s sleeping beside a puddle of vomit with a towel thrown on the top and it’s nursing until my nipples feel on fire. It’s scrapes from dirty fingernails down my chest. It’s taking a day off work though I can’t afford to, and taking… Read more

Apologies to the pump

Apologies to the pump

My dear Pump, I’m just not that into you. You grunt like a pig, you’re a pain to clean and you make me feel like a cow. As I prepare to return to work part time next week, I’m in stocking mode. Tearful, desperate stash-piling mode. So every day, dear Pump, for the past couple… Read more

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