Wednesday, September 30, 2009
A Nap
They say on the third day the mother's milk comes in and so do the tears.
Lily's milk was coming in yesterday but I saw no tears.
She settles down into motherhood like a bird upon a nest
She fluffs her feathers over her baby
And offers him her breast
And he takes it with greed and with vigor
He takes it as his due.
Yesterday I took him after he had nursed
And held him as he slept and I felt myself grow sleepy.
I stretched out on the couch with him on my chest
And we dozed together.
I woke up every few minutes to make sure he was still breathing.
Just as I had with his mother.
My arm fell asleep and so I turned on my side
And tucked his perfect bundle of a body
Right into my side
And we slept some more, my chest,
His chest
Rising and falling together.
When he woke, frantic for more milk
I took him to his mother who was sleeping on her own
Having taken the opportunity to fall into a fierce deepness
She doesn't know the extent of her exhaustion
She woke up and took him
"Don't cry, it's okay,"
She said
As she opened her shirt to him, gave him what he needed
And that child who, minutes before,
Had been asleep in my arms
Acted as if he had never been nursed in his life
Would never, unless he fought with all his strength
Get the titty again.
Ah. But he did and he relaxed into chuffling sucking
And I left them there, that family
They have everything they need
And I drove off, knowing they had shared that bounty
With me
Knowing they had let me hold their fortune
In my arms
For the sweetest nap of my life
Knowing that this is something
I had never known could exist
All paths of love leading to this moment
That moment of bliss
Feeling his small weight on my heart.
I am the grandmother
And on the third day
My milk did not come in
But the tears are ready to spring forth
Every time he cries
Every time he breathes
Every time his heart beats
Hot like fierce life
Tears of everything in my life
Which has led to this moment
Which has led to this life.
This small, sturdy life
So sure of what he needs
So apt to find it in his mother's arms.
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That was truly the most beautiful thing I've ever read.
ReplyDeleteJust Beautiful. Congrats to all.
ReplyDeleteSomething about a baby snoozing on one's chest is sort of like taking a Valium.
ReplyDeleteYou say so much more poetic and lovely. I can picture the whole beautiful seen. You sound so at peace with the world, and I am happy for you.
xoxo pf
Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI've never thought of it that way before.
ReplyDeleteWhen Rose was born my momma had just weaned my baby sister Hannah (who was three and ridiculously stinkerish about keeping her 'ninny'). I had problems nursing Rose and my mom offered to pump milk for her so I didn't have to give her formula...I ended up not using anything in a bottle cause a la leche league lady told me not to supplement with anything and nurse her 24-7 until my milk came in.
It worked. Rose lost a pound after birth, but it still worked.
But it was nice that my momma would do that for us.
Amen. That was amazing and so inspired. I am so happy for you and for the fullness you're experiencing.
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
ReplyDeleteI never cried over my newborns. Except tears of joy when I heard them each cry for the first time. What an amazing sound. But I loved loved loved staying in bed with a babe perpetually on my boob. Loved it. And the way they fall asleep with their little mouths open and milk dripping out. We used to call it the breast milk nod. Loved it
ReplyDeleteOh, I don't know how much more sweetness I can stand, I really don't. I need another one, Ms. Moon. Not want, not "oh I wish I could..." but a deep, visceral need. Sigh....how to come to terms with the fact that there are no more in my future?
ReplyDeleteYou said that so well, it gave me goosebumps.
As the others have said, this milk-sweet love poetry makes me feel broody and I can really HEAR from you how blessed you feel.
ReplyDeletePeace to you this morning.
And you prepared that mother for this.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
Marsha- Girl. Stop it.
ReplyDeleteRobyn- Thank-you. We're so blessed.
Ms. Fleur- Yep. That's what it's like. Talk about soothing!
May- Beautiful baby. Beautiful mama. Beautiful daddy. Beautiful family.
Erin- That is good to hear and I love that your mama offered such sweet help. I truly think that if I started nursing, I would lactate. Sigh.
Nicol- You are a sweet girl and I thank you.
Chris and Mwa- It was a beautiful nap.
Michelle- I know. Breast milk has magic in it.
Kori- I'm not sure we ever come to terms with that one. But thank goodness for grand babies.
Mary- And peace to you, sweet lady.
That was truly beautiful. I know I'm a hormonal mess, but I'd probably tear up reading your words even if I weren't.
ReplyDeleteAgain, thanks.
Makes me want to steal a baby and take a god-damned nap. Haha, well, not really. But the baby and nap part really do sound amazing. Hopefully I will get to do the same thing you did very soon. I wouldn't even mind just watching Lil take a nap with Owen if she didn't want to leave him in my arms.
ReplyDeleteMel- Honey, to be a woman is to be a hormonal mess.
ReplyDeleteHoneyLuna- I'll bet Lily would trust you and I'll bet you and Owen get to take more than a few naps before he's too big to talk into a nap.
I don't know how you do it. Your words are so beautiful and emotive. You always paint such a wonderful picture, I could almost be there. I wish I were... you have many gifts... more as every day passes. Thank you for sharing them x
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
ReplyDeleteI love the naps. Soon, before I know it, my own new baby will be too busy and too big for those wonderful naps on Mama's chest, and I have found myself taking more of them lately.
Ms. Lilac- It is a joy to share them.
ReplyDeleteJustMe- We have missed you but I would rather you be napping with your baby than reading blogs.
Beautiful poetry of life. Congratulations.
ReplyDeleteI found you from Elizabeth at a moon, worn as if it had been a shell-- http://elizabethaquino.blogspot.com/ -- and I need to thank her for the introduction!
I waited to return here, because I knew it would change me.
ReplyDeleteYour writing astounds and punches and swirls into me. I have to go figure out which pointless chore in my life to eliminate.
So that your words will be in me.
Breathless, speechless, full.
Thank you for posting free for us all to receive.
Deb- Thank-you SO much! Your words ARE my pay.
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