a favorite poem

Week 9 of my second pregnancy and my milk supply is all of a sudden non-existent. I've tried everything. My plan for a gentle weaning has been foiled. My daughter isn't happy and of course, neither am I. However, I am very proud of (and thankful for) the nursing relationship that we had. Exclusive for 6 months, weaned at 16 months. Formula never touched her lips. YAY us! This poem makes me cry every time! But it is so accurate.

Wean Me Gently

I know I look so big to you, Maybe I seem too big for the needs I have. But no matter how big we get, We still have needs that are important to us.

I know that our relationship is growing and changing, But I still need you. I need your warmth and closeness, Especially at the end of the day When we snuggle up in bed.

Please don’t get too busy for us to nurse. I know you think I can be patient, Or find something to take the place of a nursing; A book, a glass of something, But nothing can take your place when I need you.

Sometimes just cuddling with you, Having you near me is enough. I guess I am growing and becoming independent, But please be there.

This bond we have is so strong and so important to me, Please don’t break it abruptly. Wean me gently, Because I am your mother, And my heart is tender.

by Cathy Cardall