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MEMORIES OF MOTHERHOOD Childbirth isn’t called labour for nothing, it is damned hard work but so worthwhile when the baby is finally placed in your arms. I can still recall the sound of my newborn son crying and taking his very first breath, it was a moment I will never ever forget. Not long after my son was delivered he was placed into my waiting arms and I was able to cuddle him for the first time. I stroked his downy blonde hair and checked his fingers and toes; when I opened his white shawl it was very evident he was a little boy! As a first time mum I was not prepared for the contents of his nappies! It became very evident when he needed changing as the smell was appalling! I found it somewhat confusing that white breast milk would produce such bright yellow poop but it was perfectly normal! I remember when he was being weaned, his favourite food was baby rice, it looked like wallpaper paste but he would wolf down a bowl of it for breakfast. I tasted a tiny bit, it was so bland and actually tasted as bad as it looked, but thankfully he loved it My son is now grown up and has flown the nest, but I can’t wait to see him when he comes home on a flying visit next month! My Five Senses Contest Sponsored by Viv Wigley 7/26/18
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