|My little munchkin. I just realised that I still have that wrapper that’s lying behind her… wow!|
After the shaking, screams and sobs that characterised ,my childbirth, I could not wait to hold my baby in my hands. That was enough compensation for the ordeal I went through. I heard her tiny but tough cries as the midwives cleaned her up and clothed her. I lay on the sturdy delivery bed, slowly recovering from my ‘near-death’ experience. As my shaking body became stable, I was eager to see what my seed looked like.
I stood up to take my first bath after delivery. That enabled me assess my after-pregnancy body. My pregnant elephant ankles were still there. My tummy looked semi-pregnant. It was like the mid-wives forgot my daughter’s twin in there. It was depressing to look at the whale I had become but my baby was so worth it. After my bath, I wore a nightgown as the custom of postpartum women in Cameroon is. Then I settled in to snuggle with my baby.
Watch out for my next post still on the postpartum experience. That experience is a handful. Got something to say? Please comment below. I love you!