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After the last post about the birth of Eliza, I reread it and noticed how factual it sounded. She is now one week old and in the past days we received at home care from a nurse, who sadly had her last day today.
What's it like to be a mom? Scary, lovely, exiting and anxiety inducing at the same time. She is so darn cute.Today I cried a couple of times because I want to remember every second of how she is now, but I can't because she's changing so fast. She came into this world screaming from the top of her lungs but she is a rather quiet and happy baby as we get to know her better. With big blue grey eyes looking into the world, her moith like a tiny rosebud and her perfect heartshaped face and incrdible soft skin.
The nurse was wonderful and did a great job in getting me settled in with a routine and getting the breastmilk flowing. The Netherlands is pro breastfeeding and offers this form of support if mothers want to. It was a painful proces for the first five days but now at day eight, things are going smooth and I am getting some calouses on my nipples that make it less painful. I didn't experience exploding boobs, milk duct infection or bleeding nipples thanks to the nurses advice on how to ease into it.
And then I cried some more because there are mothers who have to figure out all this stuff by themselves, and for me it was very reassuring to have her in the house, looking after me, cleaning the house and taking care of each and every one of us.
There's a lot of crying going on, mainly because I am insanely happy with our little family. The thought that Eliza will grow up, go to school, make friends, explore the world and become this person that we yet have to get to know fills up my eyes. I know I have to let her go so she can grow up but right now I want to hold her in my arms and listen to her breathing.
What's it like to be a mom? Scary, lovely, exiting and anxiety inducing at the same time. She is so darn cute.Today I cried a couple of times because I want to remember every second of how she is now, but I can't because she's changing so fast. She came into this world screaming from the top of her lungs but she is a rather quiet and happy baby as we get to know her better. With big blue grey eyes looking into the world, her moith like a tiny rosebud and her perfect heartshaped face and incrdible soft skin.
The nurse was wonderful and did a great job in getting me settled in with a routine and getting the breastmilk flowing. The Netherlands is pro breastfeeding and offers this form of support if mothers want to. It was a painful proces for the first five days but now at day eight, things are going smooth and I am getting some calouses on my nipples that make it less painful. I didn't experience exploding boobs, milk duct infection or bleeding nipples thanks to the nurses advice on how to ease into it.
And then I cried some more because there are mothers who have to figure out all this stuff by themselves, and for me it was very reassuring to have her in the house, looking after me, cleaning the house and taking care of each and every one of us.
There's a lot of crying going on, mainly because I am insanely happy with our little family. The thought that Eliza will grow up, go to school, make friends, explore the world and become this person that we yet have to get to know fills up my eyes. I know I have to let her go so she can grow up but right now I want to hold her in my arms and listen to her breathing.
