(World’s Breastfeeding Week; August 1 to August 7)
Cute little soul,
wrapped inside my arms.
The soft fragile head with fluffy baby hairs,
tiny fingers and toes,
and silent breathe with a raw fragrance on body,
giving me sweet gestures on my lap.
I understand that empty tummy whenever I’m given special glance from my baby.
I eat food to secrete enough milk on my breasts for my baby.
Every drop of milk that I give is filled with enormous love.
I wake up at least thrice in the middle of the night to breastfeed.
I don’t sleep properly but I don’t care,
because all that matters to me is my baby’s health.
I crave for rest but try to push out those thoughts from head.
My nipples become sore,
and ache everytime my baby sucks in milk.
They’re not just milk but a strong magic.
It makes my baby’s skin glow by nourishing.
I wear comfortable clothes accordingly
so that I should be ready to unbutton them anytime when my baby is hungry.
A strong bond is built between both of us,
as we share happy stories at those intervals.
A year so close with my child, and
the warmth and love shared would last for lifetime.
© Yashica Priya