To my nursling; what breastfeeding means to me

Welcome to the August edition of Authentic Parenting Blog Carnival: Breastfeeding.

This post was written for inclusion in the monthly Authentic Parenting Blog Carnival hosted by The Positive Parenting Connection and Authentic Parenting. As August is Breastfeeding awareness month, our participants are writing about this exact subject! Please read to the end to find a list of links to the other carnival participants.


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Breastfeeding in Bali, June 2012
Breastfeeding in Bali, June 2012

To my nursling,

Here I offer you a poem to encapsulate what nursing means to me. Though words fail to describe my feelings surrounding nursing, they can at least begin to sketch a picture of the significance of breastfeeding in our mother-son relationship. Maybe one day, years from now, my words will touch some place deep within you, a warm, hazy memory of childhood contentment and security, a little of what breastfeeding also meant to you.

Mummy and Ewan, June 2012
Mummy and Ewan, June 2012

Our precious mother-child dyad,

A deep connection as you suckle;

I am giving, you are taking from me,

As your fingers wind through my hair twisting, curling, grasping,

Your eyes locked into mine.

In this symbiosis

Star-gazing deeply into each other’s eyes

Your look somersaulting me down through our twenty-six nursing months

To your tumultuous birth,

Your arriving wrenched into the world cold, alone, breast-starved for three long hours

Our pain and loss alleviated in our first meeting,

Our eyes locked, your knowing look,

Your long waiting over, reaching for me intuitively, latching on,

An expert at first suckle, contentment as your eyelids flutter to your first sleep,

My racing heart calming instantly by your nursing,

Oxytocin flowing through our bodies,

Bathing in this love I hold onto this first of countless nursing embraces,

Unearthing my mothering instincts as I hold this tiny being at my breast.

Broken out of my reverie you suddenly insist on ‘other side Mummy’,

I oblige you as you squeal with delight, in anticipation of more ‘snuggles’.

Watching you feed I imagine what nursing means to you;

Your anchor in the roughest storms of childhood,

Your instant calm in all your toddler hurts,

Your key source of nourishment,

Your wonder medicine, your immunity boost,

Your reconnection to a deeper place of being,

Your peaceful, secure night-times, no matter what.

Your time-out from the busy world around you,

Your gentle way of falling asleep in any environment,

Your reminder of Mummy’s unconditional love,

Your passage out of pain, frustration and bewilderment of your young life, to

A place between, a soothing nest, a return to your first beginnings.

As you unlatch to reach for your next milestone I feel

An invisible thread connecting us down through the years,

Expanding and reinforced as time passes.

Watching you skip off happily down the garden, belly full, your blond mop of hair bright against the sun,

I smile with pride at our nursing relationship,

Feeling strength, empowered with knowledge and experience to continue this journey

Trusting my child, listening to my mothering instinct

Knowing this nursing dyad will last until we both naturally move on.

So this is what nursing means to me, my child,

It is who we are

It is nature’s perfect mothering tool;

It is simply how our mother.

Here are a selection of breastfeeding photos, in some more unusual places!

Both exhausted, at the end of our Bali adventure, June 2012
Both exhausted, at the end of our Bali adventure, June 2012
Nursing to sleep on Singapore Airlines, June 2012
Nursing to sleep on Singapore Airlines, June 2012
Breastfeeding in a Balinese warung (a roadside cafe), June 2012
Breastfeeding in a Balinese warung (a roadside cafe), June 2012
Breastfeeding whilst on holiday in Fuerteventura, March 2012
Breastfeeding whilst on holiday in Fuerteventura, March 2012
Breastfeeding Ewan in our garden at the fire pit, June 2012
Breastfeeding Ewan in our garden at the fire pit, June 2012
Breastfeeding whilst in Quebec, October 2011
Breastfeeding whilst in Quebec, October 2011
Breastfeeding Ewan in the rain, on one of our many hill walks, Jan 2011
Breastfeeding Ewan in the rain, on one of our many hill walks, Jan 2011

 

 

 

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