Breastfeeding Perils

Breastfeeding Perils I watched you take your first breath And open your sleepy eyes Your trembling lip and clinched little fist Never a mother could resist From head to toes with your thick white coating Soon rubbed clean and a warm blanket did cover Placed on my breast to feast on the milk But silly you turn away like its buttermilk You spit and you sputter And wrinkle your nose and cry So what must I do to make you happy my child What have I done to get you so riled? The lights are dimmed As you snuggle so close Soon this first time mom with learn what to eat To make my milk not sour but sweet. A year has passed since that glorious day When you played finicky Now you grab with your two little choppers Seems you have developed a taste for jalepeno poppers