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Cradling the Baby in My Arms, I Immediately Thought This Wasn’t My Child—And Then My Doubts Only Grew Stronger

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When I was a little girl, I held on to an enormous, shining dream that filled my heart. I longed to become a mother. The day I discovered I was expecting, I counted down the moments until I could finally hold my own child. When labour started, I was taken to St Marys Hospital in London. There, I brought a son into the world. My happiness surged without end.

Late that afternoon, the midwife returned, cradling my baby in her arms. He was tiny, with a button nose and storm-grey eyes. We were left alone. I gazed at him, my hands trembling as I tried to swaddle himten awkward minutes, my first attempt. Never before had I held a newborn, and fear nibbled at my confidence. I worried that the slightest mistake would hurt him.

I gently tucked the corners of the blanket around him and caught sight of his feetso different from what I had imagined. He slept on, angelic and oblivious. I stroked his delicate legs, tiny arms, and soft belly. I closed my eyes, drew him close to my chest, breathing him in. I knew that scent, utterly uniquethe scent of my son.

Yet, a strange unease crept over me, dissolving my early tranquility. Odd thoughts clouded my mind. Doubts surfaced. He didnt smell quite as Id imagined. I felt, for a fleeting moment, as though I were holding someone elses child.

I wanted to just put him down, to leave and never return to that stark, chilly ward. But how could I abandon a helpless baby who needed me? I had waited two years for this moment, longing to cradle my child.

The hospital ward felt cold, harsh, and unwelcoming. I called for a nurse, fumbling to rewrap my son, but my hands werent up to the task. It was time to feed him, but I had no clue what to do. He wouldnt latch on. His eyes fluttered open, unable to properly focus yet, and for a heartbeat, it seemed he was searching for me, trying to recognise my face.

When I pressed him close, his tiny hand slipped onto my shoulder. His touch was warm, so gentle. Instantly, all my uncertainty vanished. My son slept peacefully in my embrace. My dream had come true. At last, I was a mother.

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