Oh my, what search terms I will get from that title! 😆
As you ALL are well aware by now (you regulars that is) I still nurse Owen. Nearly 13 month old Owen. It’s become quite the boob of jokes (har har hee hee) and really, it makes me laugh a great deal. After I mentioned in this comments section of Deb’s blog that I nurse Owen back to sleep early in the morning, a chat of sorts started about calling it a “lullabooby” time. 😆 haha!! Sweet Deb decided to write me a little love poem about the LullaBooby!! Enjoy!! I love it!! HAHA!!
Lullabooby for “O”
For those who must despise lactation,
I really do have an explanation,
I’m a girl, who’s always on the go,
And only I can provide for little “O”.
No boiling nipples, that’s just a pain
Each visit to the doctor shows his gain,
His nursing smiles are so, so sweet
My Mommy milk is such a treat…..
There’s times of swelling, painful but true
And I squeeze and squeeze till my face turns blue
There’s times when they sag, and downright droop
But I would never trade them for powder and scoop
It’s my lullabooby for little “O”
This Mama’s milk ain’t just so,so….
I can sneak it in, while he’s still asleep
And happy dreams he will hold and keep
It’s my lulla booby for little “O”
I sing it softly, did he just go?
Oops I think I see a stain,
I’ll change him, then we’ll start again….