Sunday, March 2, 2014

A memory

I had forgotten this, but Friday night I remembered:

When Tad was about an hour old, I put him on my chest and he wobbled his way over to my breast and managed to latch on and suck a few times. I remember I said something to Scott like, "Look, he's doing it!" It was just so amazing that he somehow knew how to do this while he was still all tiny and purply and covered in vernix.

No matter what happened after that, nobody can ever take that moment from us.

4 comments:

Melanie Bettinelli said...

Aw that's awesome.

The Sojourner said...

I have this unfortunate tendency to dwell on the not-awesome parts of life, and I don't want those to be the things I remember about my son's birth, hence this post.

Sheila said...

I struggled so much to nurse Marko, and his birth was so traumatic, that when Michael was born and immediately latched on, I almost cried. I had the midwives take a picture and then I said to myself, "Nothing else matters after this, I win already!"

A few weeks later when he was nursing almost constantly and puking in between, I didn't exactly think that anymore. But now I kind of do again. I think that's why I still don't mind nursing him even though he seems so old. I'm just so proud that we've made such a success of it.

The Sojourner said...

I put a lot of hope in the possibility of having a better experience with my second baby. (But not too much, because for all I know Baby #2 will be severely premature or something.) Though it won't change the things I need to work through over this experience, it still might help.

Of course, I'm also sorely tempted to homebirth next time. We'll see. (My OB stopped doing parallel care last year. I am SO SAD.)