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Six months ago, before I gave birth to you, I had to give birth to many pains and fears. I needed to be new, clean, naked in body and soul to receive you as you deserved and so it was. We worked together for a whole day – with Dad’s lovely and wonderful presence and I discovered a strength I never imagined I would have: in a few hours I was able to transform myself and completely rediscover myself and then you arrived, with your sweet and warm smell and me I received you saying: “hi, my love. hi, my beautiful we made it! ”.
From then on, we needed to reconnect, just as we were on that long umbilical cord, which Dad cut off when he stopped pulsing. As soon as I could I gave you the breast and we were both still clumsy, we didn’t quite know what to do. For a while it hurt, it hurt, it bleed and it hurt and it hurt a lot more to hear so many times (and from people so loved) that it wasn’t enough, that my milk was weak (how could I if I found myself whole and strong?), That it didn’t supported you, that you suckled all the time because you were hungry. They did not understand that an inexplicable bond grew stronger each time you sucked, that we looked at each other, caressed each other, loved each other there, being one another. We persisted and the pain ended, there was only confidence and belief in a power that comes from the beginning of humanity: just as I was able to gestate and give birth to you, I would be able to be your sustenance, your food for the flesh and soul.
Today we have completed six months of exclusive breastfeeding on demand, six months of working together again and six months of love that, just like you were pregnant, giving birth and fed, day after day. And what I have to tell you is the same thing that I said to you while receiving you for the first time in my arms: we made it, my love! together we did it.
Tomorrow begins a new phase in our lives. not today – today i want to enjoy the last day being all you need.
See also: Fears of a New Mother – Psychologist Ariela Malaquias
My name is Dr. Alexis Hart I am 38 years old, I am the mother of 3 beautiful children! Different ages, different phases 16 years, 12 years and 7 years. In love with motherhood since always, I found it difficult to make my dreams come true, and also some more after I was already a mother.
Since I imagined myself as a mother, in my thoughts everything seemed to be much easier and simpler than it really was, I expected to get pregnant as soon as I wished, but it wasn’t that simple. The first pregnancy was smooth, but my daughter’s birth was very troubled. Joana was born in 2002 with a weight of 2930kg and 45cm, from a very peaceful cesarean delivery but she had already been born with congenital pneumonia due to a broken bag not treated with antibiotics even before delivery.
