I was so nervous. There were so many things that could go wrong. I was particularly worried about her lungs because she was a couple of weeks early. But as soon as I heard that loud, healthy cry I knew she was OK. I had to wait just a few minutes to see her, but it seemed like forever.
I cried when they finally brought her over to me. I couldn't believe she was finally here. Just a few years ago I thought I wouldn't be able to have any kids, and then my first pregnancy ended in a miscarriage. I had been so devastated and almost gave up on children. But suddenly she was there crying her little heart out; the answer to my prayers right beside me.
I had to go back to the recovery room for over an hour until I could move my legs enough to pull my knees up to the height of the rails on my stretcher. I actually dozed off for a little while, but couldn't sleep for long; I wanted to hold my baby! Meanwhile Daddy was in the nursery watching the nurses check her out and give her a sponge bath. He finally got a chance to hold her and show her off to the family waiting outside the window.
I don't even have words to describe how happy I was the first time they put her in my arms. She was worth every minute of all those months of anxiety. I know it's a tired cliche, but my life suddenly seemed to have more of a purpose. Everyone says it, but I couldn't believe how much love I felt for this tiny little person. My heart melted on the spot.
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