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The room was well lit and sterile. I had wanted to do a water birth at home, but Taz had put the “ixnay” on that. I had read up on all of the natural stuff and it appealed to me.
Taz claimed in a previous life I had been a ‘hippy’.
I did, however, stand my ground with respect to not allowing the nursing staff to whisk Junior off as soon as he or she made their grand entrance from my womb, to be bathed, weighed, measured, and all of that shit.
We were going to have the baby placed skin-to-skin on top of my stomach for the baby crawl. No bathing for the first six hours.
Everything was a go now, so with Taz’s help, I pushed full force to deliver. Several minutes later, I saw Taz’s face light up as the doctor assisted our baby into the world.
The baby was placed on my tummy. The doctor was instructing Taz on how to snip the umbilical cord.
I had never seen such a look of happiness on his face before. My Taz was a proud Daddy and that pleased me more than anything.
“Well, honey?” I asked, waiting for him to fill me in.
“We’ve got a daughter, Lindsey,” he said, beaming. “My baby girl has given me a baby girl.”
“But she doesn’t have any hair,” I commented, as if that rendered the baby’s gender as a girl null and void.
“Some babies don’t,” he replied. “My little sister was bald as a melon and her hair is as thick as mine. She’ll grow hair, baby, don’t worry.”
I was curious to see her face. I wondered if she would be all Taz, or all me, or a combination of us both. Mom’s babies were totally Slate.
Taz got his digital camera out to film the baby as she snuggled on my stomach and started squirming. Her little legs were pushing her up and forward on my abdomen to my stomach. Her little feet were digging in to my pelvic region. The doctor explained that helped to expel the placenta and stop bleeding.
“What color are her eyes?” I asked Taz since he was close to her face.
He bent down to look. “Blue,” he replied.
“We both have green eyes,” I whined.
“Honey,” the nurse interrupted, from down where she was assisting the doctor between my legs, “her true eye color won’t be evident for a few months.”
I nodded, watching my baby girl squirm around on my belly.
She was on a mission; that much was obvious. Her little head bobbed, her fists clenched in and out as she pushed her way up towards my breasts.
Taz and I watched fascinated as we observed everything we had seen in the videos that had been presented in the birthing classes we attended.
She moved towards my right breast, her fingers clutching the nipple as she pulled herself towards it. With strength and tenacity, she moved her head towards it, and her mouth opened wide as she latched on. She began to suckle contentedly, her tiny hands fisting my breast.
“Wow,” Taz said, “she did that in less than ten minutes.”
“I think she may be advanced,” I bragged, putting my arms around her bottom as she nursed.
She was making cute little sucking noises and baby sounds. The feeling of love I had for her was so overwhelming.
The nurse came over and placed a light blanket over the baby to keep her warm as she was pressed skin-to-skin against me. She put a pink knit cap on her head. The baby nestled in to me and I knew I was in love with my beautiful daughter. She smelled so good, so naturally sweet.
“Thank you, Trace,” I whispered, gently rubbing her back. “Thank you for my beautiful baby girl.”
“It was my pleasure, Lindsey,” he said, taking his place on the hospital beside me.
“So, are we good to go with the name we picked out for a girl?” he asked. “They’re going to want it for her birth certificate.
I looked down at her gently nursing.
“Absolutely,” I replied. “It fits her perfectly, don’t you think?”
