Week 22 Musings

Dear world,

I fell in love with my little girl when I saw her on during the ultrasound; even more today when we saw her moving around like a jumping jelly bean during our ultrasound this week.

And as I continue to watch A Baby Story or Deliver Me Home on TLC and Discovery channel I realized something about myself as a woman and as a future mother....something profound. I don't want any of you touching my baby! I don't want you holding her, breathing on her, talking to her, ANYTHING. No one other than Mark. And its not because I think you will hurt her. That's hardly a possibility.... Its because she's MY baby. I carried her, I will deliver her, I will breastfeed her, I will lose sleep over her, and so I will have the joy of holding her. Most of you have had your own babies anyway so let me have my first. Let me have those precious first moments to bond with my daughter and fully realize the magnitude of becoming a mother without regard for your feelings of exclusion. Let me hold her and sing to her without burden of an impending duty of relinquishing her to satisfy obligations incurred from the months of help we received from everyone throughout her gestation. Allow me in my own time to permit you into our little world during our first days together as a family unit, and to interrupt the intimacy that we value whenever experiencing life as a family.

I guess what I am trying to say is trust that at some point in time we will allow our extended family to become a part of our daughters first days. There is no device that can measure the significance of family in a child's life. However, these moments are some that we can never have again. So please, wait for our cue patiently and very very quietly....

Baby's Momma