Sissy was born 6 years ago this very morning - around 10:50A. She was securely and firmly latched on my teat about a half hour later while I was in recovery for the c-section.
She spent the next 2 days attached to my boobs while we were still in the hospital. I didn't even bother to cover up when the food delivery people came by with my much anticipated meals.
I told the Evil Twin, "I think everyone in this place has seen my boobs and my hooha." He replied, "It's true. There is a huge picture of your vagina hanging right outside your door."
It's true that after you have a baby or two, your modesty goes out the window.
Since the Evil Twin had to hold down the fort and take care of Buddy, I was pretty much on my own. I had a newborn who did not like to be away from her num-nums, so I would cradle her in my left arm, let her nurse, and attempt to eat with my right hand. At one point, a grain of rice fell in her ear.
Don't panic! I was able to pick it out and throw it away. But, I thought, "Sheesh, I could use someone to hold this kid while I eat." (I was STARVING - constantly.)
But, after Buddy's premature and traumatic birth, I refused to set her down or let her go to the nursery. I slept sitting up with her in my arms, I ate while holding her, when (and if) the nurses came around, I would have them slide my ice water closer to me, so I didn't have to get up. When I had to use the "facilities", I would put her in her little plastic baby crib - only because I couldn't carry her, maneuver my IV pole, secure my "medicine ball" and urinate with no hands.
I think my heart grew three sizes bigger. I had my boy, my precious special boy and now my girl - a beautiful addition.
I love you Sissy.