Monday, June 13, 2011

The First Moments

When they wheeled me into the recovery room the first thing I saw was Brian sitting in a chair holding Ian. They had put a turquoise knitted hat on Ian's head. I will never forget, as long as I live, the proud look on Brian's face.

They already had Ian's identification card placed in his crib with his name, weight and measurements. Brian had given them the name to write on it. Now it was official. We had a tiny baby boy named Ian.

They set Ian and his bundle of blankets in my arms and I held him for the first time. He was so quiet and peaceful and seemed to have a perpetual smile on his face. I could tell he was happy.

The anesthesia started to wear off right away. I could move my legs all the way up to my knees within about 5 minutes. Brian ran to the waiting room to show my parents pictures from the camera since no visitors were allowed in recovery.

At the one-hour mark the nurse said it was time for his first bath. She told Brian to get the camera ready because babies love it when you wash their hair.

After the bath the lactation specialist came in to give me my first "lesson." She unwrapped Ian from his blanket and set him belly-down on my chest. And this little tiny baby lifted up his head, opened his eyes and looked at me! He knew who I was! He loved me and he trusted me completely. I could tell all of that in just one look. I have heard that new mothers get disappointed because they don't bond with their babies right away. Some people say it took them like 4 or 5 days to really feel love for their child. But I guess I got lucky because I loved him right away. The moment our eyes met our bond was sealed for life and I was filled with love from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. My heart felt bigger than ever before. This is another moment I will never forget.

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Gen said...