I wonder if breasts have a mind of their own , The innate intellect they carry is quite well known . While my little angel was still in my womb, happily growing My breasts were showing changes too, they were preparing for future feeding The areolas suddenly darkened and nipples became perky Later I understood, it happened so that my baby could latch easily. My breasts became warm, the moment he was put to my chest They signalled for the miracle hormone to calm my nerves and help me rest The sweet scent of milk that my breasts emit, attracts my baby instantly The moment they hear his hunger cry, they also start leaking automatically. How on earth do they know what my baby wants and what he needs?? Its fascinating that they even modify my milk, depending on when and how long he feeds. One night I was sleepy, so I may have skipped a feed or two They woke me in the middle of the night with heaviness and pain , I knew what I had to do Even my doctor warned me , if I
(This poem is about a mother recollecting her breastfeeding journey and the struggles she faced and the kind of support she received along her journey.) I remember the first time when I held my precious one in my arm, his tiny little eyes, spreading all his charm. I wished that I could pour all my love onto him and keep him secure, protected and warm. I was so eager to provide him all the nourishment, give him my liquid gold and the best start to his life. But never had I imagined that breastfeeding him, would be such a strife. My doctor said, "This is just the begining of something wonderful. Patience and perseverance, is the key." He sent in the LC to my rescue, and within no time she miraculously got him latched onto me. Day by day I was mastering the skills and my little one seemed happy and glee. But the long breastfeeding hours and sleepless nights, were indeed taking a toll on me. My husband said please let me help, you need to rest befor