That First Moments

You know the feeling.

When all the huffing and the puffing is over and the pushing is done and you have that little bundle of joy in your arms.  He coos and he looks longingly in your eyes.  He wriggles and he stretches in your arms.  All wet and slippery.

And then he opens up and he yells.

Yikes!

Welcome to motherhood, mommies and daddies.

It never failed to bring soppy tears to my eyes, that first moments when Aliya, Ayisha, Adani and Ariz came into my world and blaring their sirens away.  Haha.

While the first 3 of my babies were presented to me, all cleaned up and screaming bloody murder, hungry.  My youngest son was handed over to me in his freshest form, slippery and wet and needing comfort.

And instinctively, I knew to put him on the breast.  That moment defined it.  Although I must it was kinda hard because you’re half-lying down, with a whole room of busy people milling around you and not to mention, the doctor would be sticting you up.

So, let me tell you this.

Forget them.  Look deep into your baby and feel the connection.  It doesn’t matter if you’re shy, but what matters at the moment was your baby needing you to comfort him, to hold him with your arms this time, instead of the womb.

Ahhh .. I feel like crying now.

By the way, it doesn’t have to be a full latch and a half hour marathon of nursing just yet.  Just to comfort him.  Just for a few minutes before the nurses will need to take the baby to check on him and clean him up.

Your world has just changed, my peers.  Changed forever.

*tsk tsk tsk*