All women want to embrace motherhood at least once in their lives. As a young girl, you must have dressed up like your mother and enjoyed playing with dolls, treating them like your babies and dressing and feeding them. I have done it too and now I just laugh when I think about those times. I am a mother now and in a few weeks, my little prince charming will celebrate his first birthday. I am writing this blog to relive my pregnancy and motherhood journey.
I still remember the last few minutes of my labour, when my doctor said, “One more push and your baby will be here.” And a few minutes later, I heard my baby for the first time. That was the moment when I had a smile on my face while my baby was crying loud. After cutting off the umbilical cord, the doctor placed him directly on my chest and asked, “Shall I take off my hands from baby, will you be able to hold him?” Without delay, I replied, “yes”. I held him close and that’s when my journey of motherhood started.
The ten-long hours of labour pain vanished in a second after holding him. After my child’s birth, I was reborn as a mother! The initial two months were quite difficult as I was handling things alone, both physically and emotionally. He slept in my arms most of the time, rarely did he sleep in cradle or bed. I slept in a sitting position, holding him in my hands and neglecting my physical pain. But I always kept admiring him whether he was asleep or awake and made sure to capture all his cute moments in my camera. Things became quite comfortable by the end of the second month.
Over time, my milk supply improved and I was able to breastfeed him. Months passed, watching him grow. We can miss any moments in life but not the moments when our child starts to crawl, tries to stand on his own, and when he takes his first steps. Being a first-time mother, more than physical strain, I experienced mental and emotional stress. To overcome, it was quite difficult but I just kept finding out ways and that’s when I started giving life to my thoughts in the form of words and started writing blogs and engaged in craft activities.
I am grateful to God for blessing me with a cute bundle of joy. My son has given me a chance to live my life again. In most of the good and difficult times, I had been alone. At times, I really wanted someone beside me; and now I have my son who laughs when he notices a smile on my face, who cries when he sees tears in my eyes, and who holds my hand. When I need support and shares the camera with me while capturing special moments of our life. Thank you, my baby, for coming into my life. Whether it’s a girl or boy child, both are precious. Kids teach us about life and also make us live life, which I have just started to live.
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