Jean-Eugène Buland, French
Clara Would Later Learn There’s No Such Thing as a Breastfeeding Inspector. But By That Time, “Dr. Phillips” Was Long Gone, 1903
Oil on canvas
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/// Baby’s parents are happily sighing
now that, after three hours of trying,
their child, (recently hatched),
has just at long last latched.
While he’s nursing he’s no longer crying.
/// Papa’s giddy, in dire need of rest,
or he’d never have uttered this jest:
“At last feeding’s begun!
Are you sure he’s my son?
For I’ve never rejected your breast.”
/// Lolo glared at her husband and then
he contritely did not speak again.
She’d excuse him this “crime;”
it was not the first time
naked breasts had made boobs out of men.
/// She looked down and contentedly smiled
at their calm sweetly suckling young child,
but the thought lurked beneath—
before long he’ll grow teeth!
Lolo hoped that the pain would be mild.
/// Parent’s Happiness filled man and wife,
and it banished all traces of strife.
Now their singular goal
was to nurture this soul.
They’d together created a life!
/// The new father is seeking a way by
which both he and the baby will stay high.
Their endorphins increase
with her breast milk’s release,
but that’s not how you play “Mother, may I?”