A poem for my water bottle

When Peeper was born, the folks at the hospital gave me a giant double insulated water jug. I reveled in its 28 ounce capacity and brought it everywhere. I drank water like it was my job because, for a breastfeeding mama, it was my job!

Then one bad no good horrible day, I left the jug on top of the car and drove away. The jug was smashed. My heart was smashed. I missed that hunk of plastic for months.

I told this story to the nurses at the hospital where I delivered Kiwi. Not only did they gift me a new one, they gave me two.

Maybe they were angling to get Kiwi named after them.

Well played, nurses.

Anyway, the other night I was trying to keep myself awake and amused as Kiwi nursed, so I composed a little ditty in honor of my favorite drinking receptacle. (What, isn’t that what everyone does?) I give you:

My Giant Water Jug

You’re my beautiful big water jug
Night and day you allow me to chug a lug
I fill you with ice
Splash in water so nice
And continue to breastfeed my little bug

Now I’ll just wait for the poetry contracts to roll in.

0 thoughts on “A poem for my water bottle

  • July 27, 2015 at 10:13 am
    Permalink

    Oh my gosh hahaha. A true work of art!
    You are the voice of our generation. Bless you.

    Reply
  • July 27, 2015 at 11:12 am
    Permalink

    Ha ha! I love my water bottles, maybe not enough to write poems about them, though! This one made me laugh!

    Reply
  • July 27, 2015 at 11:22 am
    Permalink

    LOL Classic!!! Love the poem!
    But good for you for making sure you’re hydrated!! 🙂

    Reply
  • July 27, 2015 at 11:26 am
    Permalink

    Lol, I think the lack of sleep is making you punchy. 🙂 I love those water bottles, and have three! And in all seriousness, I have never been so thirsty as when the baby latches on for the first few weeks of breastfeeding. It’s just an immediate response to drink as much water as possible. Hope you are doing well with the new LO and Peeper is adjusting!

    Reply
    • July 27, 2015 at 11:38 am
      Permalink

      Oh, undoubtedly! You should have heard me the other day trying to come up with the word “tangerine.” My brain is not functioning at its highest capacity, to say the least.

      Reply
  • July 27, 2015 at 12:12 pm
    Permalink

    I wish I loved my water bottle… It’d be much better than loving my wine bottle 😉

    Reply
  • July 28, 2015 at 7:46 am
    Permalink

    Ha! I was actually talking to my husband the other day about my love for the double insulated water jug I received when I birthed my son. We are going to a different hospital this time around and when we were checking the place out in a recent L&D visit (all is okay) I was excited about all the new fancy stuff, but hopeful that I’d get a freaking water mug! My husband thought I was insane. I have no idea what happened to my mug from my first birth, but I used it until something tragic happened to it because I loved that thing. 🙂

    Reply
    • July 29, 2015 at 1:48 am
      Permalink

      We delivered at Providence last time and Kaiser this time. Both had the giant mugs! There is hope for you!!

      And so glad everything is ok with you guys.

      Reply
  • Pingback: Build your ideal nursing station | The Ten Thousand Hour Mama

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

CommentLuv badge