A mother is elevated, vulnerable, strong, loving, demeaned,
empty, exhausted, and happy.
She is elevated the moment she becomes one. She is vulnerable when someone disobeys her command, she is strong cause she never lets her baby know what she has been through. She is loving as she wipes baby’s tears forgetting her own. She is demeaned for not being enough for the baby, for not producing enough milk, for not devoting enough attention, for not being around when the baby gets a boo-boo. She is empty when she is questioned on raising the one. She is happy when is her child.
The apple of my eye is born 6 weeks earlier than the
expected day. I was stunned, I only had
the feeling of my baby’s safety. I wished and prayed for his health. There he
was on May 27, 2022, afternoon.
I heard him crying but could not hold him as he was an early
bird he was immediately taken for tests. He met me after 8 hours. I could not
stop shedding happy tears when I held him. He smirked at me and I felt that he
is okay. I could not nurse him for 2
months due to C section I could not hold him for feed, I pumped, I pumped
extensively and never felt tired of it. Now that he feeds on my milk and formula both
it has its own perks.
Now that he is 10 months old and loves, laughs, play and cry around me. He looks for me. He knows who is Mumma. He finds me while sleeping.
I remember his first tummy time, I cried to see him uncomfortable. Now that he has begun crawling my happiness has no end. I try to stay strong when he falls even when I know he is hurt, my heart skips a beat but I tell him its nothing, you are good. Come-on! Get me that toy. He looks at me and crawls until he reaches to that toy, then we both smiles.
Oh! I feel it’s a journey and we mothers are unfolding every page of this book everyday, every minute.