My First Child

I walked through the doors of Moses Taylor hospital, In Scranton, Pennsylvania. I was feeling distressed and uneasy, as I found myself at the harbours station of labor and deli rattling. at once I was finished with registration, I followed a nurse into the dusty rosaceous and moss green room, where I would be staying until the much anticipated arrival of my child. I tried to keep myself occupied by watching television, reading, and doing crossword puzzles, only nothing could have kept me from feeling the excruciating pain of labor.The vehemence to have this all over and done with, was definitely not dower with the anxiety I was feeling during that process. After 22 grueling and heavy hours of being stuck In a bed, and three different shifts of nurses, I lastly met my daughter. Friday morning, at 4mama, the sky was dark and cloudy, and the moment I had been anxiously awaiting for nine and a half long months, was here at last. Everyone in the room got very quiet as my child e ntered the world. I was very confused as to why I had not heard every sounds coming from her and it began to worry me. The moment I heard her cry, I clean everything was going to be okay. Oh She Is absolutely breath-taking, I exclaimed as Dry. Reedy place the Innocent child on my chest. Just as I verbalise that, a tiny hand reached up and touched my face. I poise myself against the approve of the bed I could hardly contain my excitement as I held my daughter in my arms for the very first time. I could smell the sweet, inviting aroma and feel the velvety softness of her skin. Nothing in life had prepared me for the overwhelming love I felt at that moment. I viewed over at my childs father while fighting back the Inevitable crosscurrents of Joy that ere making their way Into my eyeball, and I stated. Frank, look at how perfect she SSL Look at her tiny little nose. I can still remember the first time I circumscribe eyes on her. She was naked, and glistening with the slimy wat ers of birth. As the nurse removed her from my arms, to clean and weigh her, I could not take my eyes off my little miracle. The instant I saw her, I knew the get to we had chosen would fit her beautifully. The nurse, wearing arctic white Nikkei sneakers and soft tapdance scrubs with a cute little Winnie the Pooh pattern on them, hand my daughter back to me. She was wrapped In an Ivory blanket, with baby saturnine and cherry red Infant foot prints on It.Nurse Lori began filling come out my childs vital statistics, She is seven pounds and fifteen ounces and 20 inches long. Have you decided on a key out for her yet? Aubrey. I answered. Aubrey Grace. Lori commented, What a great name for such a beautiful child. Congratulations Thank you, I replied. The next few hours were filled with visitors coming to welcome Aubrey Into the world. Aubrey met her aunts, uncles, grandparents, and Godparents all in the cartroad of a day. Aubrey started getting over-whelmed with all of the co mmotion around her. WA cried Aubrey, as she let out this tiny little cry. I tried to soothe her as best as I could, and eventually found that she was hungry. I quickly grabbed the bottle of Gerber formula for her. As I held my tiny mess of Joy in my arms, I could see a lonesome tear run down my mothers cheek. When I knew exactly why my mother was crying. They were not tears filled with sadness, but were tears of Joy. My mother helped me through so much in my life, and I never understood the love she had for me until I finally had a child of my own.