What I love about breastfeeding (Ode to a Baby at the Breast) by Katherine Barron


I love the feel of your soft little baby hand rubbing the back of my arm.

I love your sigh of contentment when you get that first swallow of milk

I love the way your eyes roll back in your head when you latch on

I love the noise of your mouth and jaw as they work together to bring my milk down

I love the feel of let down…little needles that signal my body is working to make food for you

I love the anxious feeling I get when I am away from you too long, a feeling increased by the fullness in my breasts

I love the all-the-time readiness of my milk – perfect temperature, perfect consistency, ready for you

I love when you look up at me while nursing, and smile because I’m smiling and the milk runs down your cheek

I love to love you, and I know no better way to do that than to feed you and comfort you in the shelter of my arms

Sleep well, little man, with milk-wet chin, sleep well.

Copyright 2009 Katherine Barron


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  1. Awesome, beautiful and perfect! I hope you don’t mind if I share this with my friends at the WIC clinic where I work. As a Certified Breastfeeding Educator, I like all the support and positive stories about breastfeeding that I can find!

  2. Reading this reminded me of my days of breastfeeding my four children. I felt so much more special doing this and knew it was the thing to do for myself and the baby. For all the new mothers out there, do not let anyone try to discourage you from breastfeeding your baby. This will end up being one of the best experiences of your life.

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