Abby, Zoë and Enzo

You got Mommy's milk through a tube,
when your life first began.
That's not how I'd envisioned starting things,
but we made ourselves a new plan.
And so it began,
our Mommy's milk journey.
We began to figure things out,
as we forged ahead ever so slowly.
When you finally came home,
you still couldn't nurse from me.
You were just too small,
you couldn't spare the energy.
You grew and grew,
and then you learned how.
It still wasn't easy,
not even now.
I started to nurse,
with both of you right there.
But you wouldn't stay,
you had no patience to share.
The road started off rough and slow,
but then flew by rapidly.
As day after day and month after month,
you snuggled up to nurse happily.
Then just as slowly as you began,
you started to be done.
As you began to drop feedings,
one by one.
That brings us to the present,
this journey is over for us today.
At times I thought I'd be ready,
but now, after 18 months, this is so sad for me to say.
I was blessed to have those times,
to share in those moments with you.
Thank you my healthy little ladies,
thank you my precious two.