Mom's Night Before Christmas

by Glenni Lorick, IBCLC

I wanted to give a very special Christmas gift to all our mamas this year as well as to my four
amazing children who are the reason I do what I do.This is the dedication I wrote for my kids:

Dedicated to Sarah, Daniel, Anna and John Carl

I am so proud of each one of you and the amazing people you have become. Thank you for making my life so rich, for being such great encouragers, and for making motherhood such a joy! 

Mom's Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Only one creature was stirring; it wasn’t a mouse.

Cloth diapers were hung by the dryer with care,

In hopes that new Rumparooz soon would be there.

The baby was nestled all snug in my bed,

While visions of mommy milk danced in her head.

With her cuddled next to me, Dad at my back,

She knew it was time for a post-midnight snack.

Anna snuggled in close with her little mouth wide;

Then I pulled her in tight as I rolled to my side.

Her mouth found my breast in what seemed like a flash

With sweet sucks and swallows she had a mustache!

My milk was a flowing and she loved the taste;

Nary a drop would she let go to waste!

When what to my wondering eyes did appear,

But big brother and sister. What are they doing here?

“Mom, we can’t sleep. We’re just too excited.”

So into our big bed they both were invited.

With Sarah between us and Daniel by Dad,

We all snuggled in – it wasn’t too bad!

"Stop kicking! Stop squirming! Now stay on your side!

If you don’t settle down we are gonna decide

That back to your beds you must go right away.”

So they both closed their eyes while they waited for day.

Meanwhile the sweet newborn had finished her feast;

The size of my right breast had surely decreased.

Like a cute little sailor all drunk on my milk,

Her hand grasped my sash that was made out of silk.

And then, in a twinkling, she was soundly asleep;

I knew that forever this memory I’d keep.

Surrounded by children I’d birthed and I’d nursed,

My heart was so full I thought it might burst.

With a smile on my lips I whispered a prayer

Thanking the Lord for this love we could share,

For my husband, my baby, my daughter and son-

I knew that my family might not quite be done.

Since then many Christmases came and have gone;

We added another sweet baby named John.

But the memories of breastfeeding each tiny tot

Are some of the most precious memories I’ve got!