One word... Surreal... and it still is, a week after baby-P's birth.
Maybe it's the c-section, one moment, baby P's still throbbing around in my tummy, the next moment, she's this pinky little being with a neat flop of hair, all swaddled and lying in the plastic trolley...
The moment I laid my eyes on her, I cannot believe she's mine... she is perfect... immaculately perfect. I have never seen anything like her before... Everything on baby P can't be made any more perfect than God had intended... I was so welled up with emotions (and high on morphine) that I just couldn't make sense of anything...
But I will always remember that smile on her daddy's face... he couldn't wipe it off his face... it was like he just won the lottery... the same smile appeared on her grandparents faces... it was an expression of joy.. pure joy...
Quite frankly, the c-section slit under my bikini line tugs and burns with every single move, but nothing can quite compare to the heartache mothers experience when you hear your baby wail... Even my burning wound, didn't stop me from getting off the hospital bed to hold baby P. The mere thought that baby might possibility come to any harm, can wet my eyes.
But watching baby P grow up day-by-day rewards immensely...
The first time her right eye opens, the first time she smiles in her sleep, the first time she waves her hands wildly in the air coupled with an awkard series of head-twists and crazy footworks when she's hungry...
Not sure if I will be the perfect mummy, but at least I've got the perfect little bundle to start with.... With a little of help from my own mummy dearest and a little blessing and grace from God, Baby P will grow up happy and healthy...
Motherhood is... kinda cool... really!
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