I have always been a beloved daughter to my mother
I have done some crazy things, including rebelling and getting myself impregnated, and I saw my mother immediately take everything in and process how she could be of help to me. She didn’t offer me a stern judgment but asked me first, if I had been raped. When she learned of my recklessness she said that she would get hold of my father (who was in a new job and was doing long hours) and that the three of us would get a gynaecologist involved and I would be fully aware of the support that would swing into place with me.
My mother with father, got all the relevant checks done in hospital. They found out how far along I was and what I needed as a mother to be. I was only eighteen, and surprisingly not very worldly wise, so mother took a fundamental lead to get all I needed. Eventually, my mother was my birthing partner, holding my hand in the delivery room. Father was outside but making sure I got all I needed to be a safe new mother. She first held Chiara and gave her to me once she had been checked over and wrapped in the blanket we had bought for her first wrap, very similar to the blankets the hospital used.
My mother interviewed all the nurses who came to our home once I was required to get back to the university course I had started. Yes, I had waddled around the university rooms very close to my confinement time for birthing. We got a very efficient and beautiful woman, who was herself a mother, to help me to be able to be both a new mother and a student. My mother keenly monitored everything, including my situation. She knew from experience obviously what happens to a new mother, baby blues and post-natal depression.
My mother with father, got all the relevant checks done in hospital. They found out how far along I was and what I needed as a mother to be. I was only eighteen, and surprisingly not very worldly wise, so mother took a fundamental lead to get all I needed. Eventually, my mother was my birthing partner, holding my hand in the delivery room. Father was outside but making sure I got all I needed to be a safe new mother. She first held Chiara and gave her to me once she had been checked over and wrapped in the blanket we had bought for her first wrap, very similar to the blankets the hospital used.
My mother interviewed all the nurses who came to our home once I was required to get back to the university course I had started. Yes, I had waddled around the university rooms very close to my confinement time for birthing. We got a very efficient and beautiful woman, who was herself a mother, to help me to be able to be both a new mother and a student. My mother keenly monitored everything, including my situation. She knew from experience obviously what happens to a new mother, baby blues and post-natal depression.
26-30, F
