Milk and Tears: a poem about transitioning from breast milk to formula My breasts ache and weep As my supply slowly dries up Crying the milky teardrops I know will not sustain my girl Once her eyes lit up only for me Now she is fixated on a bottle I love and hate instant formula I can be free to be more like myself again I can have longer days out Just me My husband can experience the joy of feeding our baby Just him She is getting more nutrients everyday Even reaching for the bottle all her own Just […]
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