Poem #69: Bottle-fed Baby
Feeding bottle babies is one of the first chores we got to do growing up on the farm. And I say "got to" because it was really that - at a young age we would beg to be a part of the fun and operation of doing chores. It wasn't always evident how to do the task safely. In fact, one of my first tries at feeding a bottle baby resulted in a horrible bloody nose when I held the bottle parallel to my own little nose, against earlier warnings, and the baby bucked the bottle right into my waiting face. Still, feeding the bottle babies was one of the ways that I learned a keen appreciation for satisfaction in a job well done.
12/7/2020 11:21:44 am
I was a person who could not produce enough milk for my last two babies, they both began losing weight and became undernourished losing weight. I tried and I failed miserably. My sons were about 5 months each when my supply wouldn't do any more and I still feel the guilt about that. Though in my heart of hearts I know that supplementing was the right choice when they finally got on track once again.
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Creative enthusiast, gregarious naturalist, opinionated humanist, MBA, RYT 200. Amy Kay Czechowicz completed a poetry challenge for 2018 and 2020 by posting an original poem daily to this blog. She's started a Patreon for 2023 where you can find her more recent work!