Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Mama the Rolling Pin

A poem by little asian girl.

Little asian baby does not sleep through the night.
She wakes by the hour if all is not right.
Little asian mama tries all that she can,
but only the boob will send her off to dreamland.

So all night long mama rolls back and forth,
Left side, right side, then left side of course!
I feel like a rolling pin, I think to myself,
Can I ask Santa for a breastfeeding elf?

"WHEN WILL IT END!" I say almost daily.
Then I think, she's just a baby.
Will I miss it? Probably? Maybe?
But until then I'll just do what works for my baby.

-little asian girl

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