To the mummies rocking their babies to sleep:

I see you rocking your baby in that new rocking chair while the aroma of poo hangs in the air.

I hear you pacing the rooms hushing “Shhh” on repeat, waiting for baby to be heavy with sleep.

I feel your hearts bleeding from inconsolable crying, praying for a solution after all of this trying.

I sense the battle with guilt, longing for an easier time, thinking, “Whose resolve will break first – baby’s or mine?”

Yet despite all of this, I know you’re savouring motherhood as you rock your baby to sleep.