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Expressing milk to nourish tiny lifeHold him closeThis is the birth of loveBreast or bottle, feeding through the night—exhaustedThis expressed my loveMashed pumpkin or banana, spooning it all inPeeling pears and cutting into chunksStill a bottle, cuddled up at nightHim playing with my ear until he slept.We survived his fad for yellow food