After such a lovely reception I received with Une photo, une histoire #1, I decided that I will aim to publish in this series on a weekly basis. So here we go today with the second post.
One more time, Baba est à l’honneur! I took this picture at the maternity the day after his birth. He was not even 24 hours old. I recollect it very well. I spent my first night as a mummy with him, half asleep. Not that I wasn’t tired. Au contraire! But I was too excited to have ce petit être right next to me.
I loved the first night at the hospital, as it was just the two of us in a quiet ward. The day had been full of emotions. I was surrounded by many people: Grumpy Boyfriend, my mum, all the midwives and doctors. It was non-stop after the birth.
So it was so nice just to be back on my own, in my little private space. I could eventually look at him. I was still half-astonished that I made it to be honest! It was also weird because I realised then that my life was changed forever. Of course, I had thought about it all while I was pregnant. But it was different back then. He was here. This little thing I had wanted so badly over the last two years. And he was real.
Obviously, I didn’t know much. I remember being settled in my bed and the midwife asked me if I had changed the baby. I laughed ‘He barely had any milk so far. So I wouldn’t be worried. And he didn’t cry, so I think he is fine’. ‘Don’t be so sure. Boys don’t mind too much a dirty nappy’, she replied. And then she opened la couche to check it out. A big moutarde was there! How naïve I was! The midwife was right. I couldn’t believe that I already needed to take care of the dirty work.
Looking at this picture, I can’t stop myself from smiling. I recall how worried I was because Baba wouldn’t drink that much. He actually spent most of his first day sleeping. The midwives were fast to reassure me that it was normal. There was nothing to be alarmed of. Turning 5 months old next week, the big boy is now weighing 17.4 pounds. Yep, you’re right, a bit more than 8 kilos.
I sent this picture to my boss and I remember being so pleased when he got back to me saying that my baby was beautiful. Later on, an official email was sent around the school to announce the birth of sa majesté. Part of me was surprised that it happened. But I must admit that I also felt very proud. Yes, he was très beau…And still, is!
More importantly, this photo is very symbolic and means so much to me now that I look back at it. It represents the start of a new journey: moi as a mother. Me being in charge of someone else, making sure that he is happy, healthy, safe and so much more… I can’t truly remember if I was scared that day because all of it was so new to me. I probably was! But now, I am truly enjoying it. It’s just the best thing in the world. Yeah, I know it’s a cliché, particularly if you don’t have any children. But it’s just the truth. I am sure any mummy who reads those words would smile and agree with me.
What about you? How was your first day/ night at the maternity? How did it feel? What were you thinking about at that stage?