Holding My Baby for the First Time


October 27, 2011

All I could think was that my life was changed forever. I was a mom. It was like an instant metamorphosis. I knew at that moment that nothing would ever be as important as my child.

It also hit me that our days as carefree travelers was over. Ironic that I thought that, since we ended up moving to France with my first daughter when she was one for a year and traveling all over Europe. Funny how we assume things about motherhood that are just so wrong.

Then I didn’t see her for twelve hours. Twelve excruciatingly long hours. I couldn’t sleep. I started to forget what she looked like from that brief moment I saw her face. Since I had lost so much blood during the birth that I almost fainted whenever I sat up, the hospital staff would not let me go down the hall to see her, not even in a wheelchair.

So in a sense, the real first time I held her was the next day. She was connected to cords and tubes. I was terrified I would disconnect one or somehow break her. But I had spent every minute of those twelve hours obsessed with wanting to hold her again. I felt empty, incomplete. It almost felt unreal, like there was no baby, like I wasn’t really a mother.

When I held her again, I was complete. I was a mother.

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