T'was the Last Night On Leave....

In honor of my last night on maternity leave, I give you a poem... 
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​​T'was the last night on leave, 
and all through the house,
The baby was sleeping 
while mom ironed her blouse. 
Her slacks were hung
without much a care,
because going back to work
just didn't seem fair!

While pumping some milk
moms eyes shed a tear,
when most other countries 
get at least half a year.
Eight weeks seemed to pass
awfully quick,
returning so soon 
made moms stomach feel sick.

And then faster than lightning
this dreaded day came
As she shouted "why so soon?
it is such a shame!"
and with detailed instructions;
diagrams she drew,
A line up of bottles
and extra milk, too.

Upstairs she went
without a leap or a bound,
With her hair falling out
and her belly still round. 
She spoke not a word
as she thought about work, 
"get it together"
"don't be a jerk"

​Leaning into the crib
kissing baby's sweet nose,
giving one more hug,
into bed mom goes. 
just when she thought
everything was alright
She heard baby cry out.... 
... and now she'll be up all night! 

All kidding and sarcasm aside... I just can't for the life of me understand how it is okay to do this to a mother and her baby so young. Fortunately between Matt, my mom, and his mom, our kids are always with someone who loves them... who really loves them. Unfortunately that can't be me... And we wonder what the Mental Health crisis is from in this country.

Mothers should be raising their babies, and our Free country should support us in doing that. 
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