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Ode to Nursing Mothers

by Ami Burns


For baby and me
I know nursing is best
But I feel like my life
Is controlled by my breasts

I have no idea where my sex life has been
'Cause when I want to "do it"
My milk comes in

I have nursed my baby everywhere
From clothing stores to the dentist's chair

When I use my pump,
I feel like a cow
And when baby wants to nurse,
He wants to nurse NOW!

Just when I think it's time for a rest
Baby's back at it - wanting the breast

I'll admit there are times when I just want to scream
And I pray for the time when my baby is weaned
I'm engorged, I'm tired, my nipples are sore
During growth spurts I cry: "I can't take anymore!"

But then there are the times
When baby's at my breast
And nursing actually calms me
And gets rid of my stress

These are the times that we nursing moms treasure
When nurturing our babies brings us such pleasure

So when someone sees you nursing
And asks you "why?"

The following words should be in your reply:

For baby and me
I know nursing is best
And life's not so bad
When controlled by my breasts