![]() Even though you are not a baby anymore and you are officially a pre-teen now, I still look at you and see that baby. It's been eleven years already, but to me it looks like just yesterday when you first opened your eyes. I can still picture your beautiful eyes, your little hands, your hair … and I can't believe how fast you have grown up. That moment when you opened your eyes to look at me for the first time and I saw your eyes for the first time that moment when we first touched each other. Every year, as you grow up and I look at you, I can still picture that moment. Even the nurses were surprised that you opened your eyes so soon - most babies don't until after a couple days. As I was looking at you, much to my surprise, you opened your eyes. When you were finally in my arms, I stared at you and it felt like time had stopped, like we were the only ones in the room. I remember the nurses were amazed because when they first tried to touch you, you actually slapped their hands, like defending yourself, like saying "Do not touch me, leave me alone." One of the nurses said, "You have a strong baby there, get ready," and we all laughed. I sent your father to check on you while the nurses worked on you. I couldn't believe my eyes, you were so beautiful, and you were finally here. I couldn't help but cry when I first saw you, but this time I was crying out of happiness. It was a somewhat painful birth - you were a big baby - and at some point I cried out in pain, but I was so looking forward to finally see you, that even with the pain, I put all my effort to bring you out. After hours of painful contractions and me trying to manage the pain with breathing exercises - because I didn't want any pain medication, I didn't want any drugs in my body while you were there - the moment was here, you were ready to come out. I don't want any other doctor to be there but you!" In fact, that's exactly what happened: he was there for your birth, but because it took a little bit longer than expected, he actually had to go straight to the airport. I told him "You can go straight from the hospital to the airport if you want, but do not leave before this baby comes out. I remember I called the doctor and told him not to leave on vacation just yet because you were coming. ![]() I knew it would probably be long hours before you were ready to come out, but I just wanted to be there just in case. As soon as I felt the first contraction, I wanted to go to the hospital. I could've waited a little longer at home, but I didn't want anything to go wrong. I was so nervous - but so excited at the same time - that I decided to go to the hospital a little too soon. It was important for me to have the doctor who I already knew well to help me through that moment. We were really looking forward to finally meet you, as you were coming after I'd lost a previous pregnancy. I was hoping you were ready that day because my doctor was leaving on vacation and I didn't want any other doctor to be there with me in that special moment. After months and months of waiting for the right time to let you come out, you were finally ready. I guess you were just too excited to meet us and just couldn't wait. So early, that I had to rest and take some medications to prevent you from coming out too soon. In fact, you wanted to come into this world a lot earlier. I remember it was a Saturday, when I could feel you were coming slowly, but you were coming. You are leaving the elementary years behind to embark in a new adventure. Now, you are officially a pre-teen and you are ready for a new chapter in your life: middle school. It seems like it was just yesterday when you were a baby and I was holding you in my arms. Daughter: As I write this column, it's been three days since we celebrated your 11th birthday 11 years already, I can't believe time has gone by so fast.
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