August 12, 2011 – Better known as the “Happiest Day of My Life”
It still amazes me some days that I was pregnant with my daughter for almost an entire year. Personally, I think it was just long enough for me to get completely attached to her. The day that my daughter was born was the the day that my life really began. Or at least that is how it felt anyway. Once I finally got to hold her in my arms, I didn’t want to let her go. I remember right before Aaliyah was about to be born, my doctor asked me when I wanted to hold her; right away, after they cleaned her off, or after they got all of her measurements. I couldn’t believe that he even had to ask. “Right away!” I said. “Nobody gets to hold her before I do! I’ve been waiting for this moment.” And that was the absolute truth. I had been waiting to meet her and hold her, and I didn’t want to have to wait one more second.
I instantly feel in love with her. I didn’t want to let her go. I barely let my family hold her when they came to see her right after she was born. And never mind let her out of my sight. I made the mistake of watching that show on ABC Family “Switched at Birth.” I don’t recommend it if you are getting ready to deliver a baby at a hospital. I followed her wherever they took her. It was a little fanatic, but I am going to own it. That was my crazy moment. Well, one of my crazier ones anyway.
I think it is difficult to put into words the feelings that you experience when you meet your baby for the very first time. It is a very magical moment. One you have to experience for yourself in order to understand completely. I will confess that I was looking forward to it so much, because I had been wondering what my daughter was going to look like. Both my husband and I come from mixed backgrounds, so it was impossible to know what she would look like. Aaliyah is half white, a quarter black, and a quarter Hispanic. A real hodgepodge. I didn’t have any preconceived notions as to shat she would look like, but I was really looking forward to finding out.
Perfect. That is the best I can describe her. She was absolutely perfect. We had to wait a little longer in order to find out what her features were going to look like. But that was all right with me. I had my Baby Girl and that’s all that mattered. My new life was beginning and I could hardly wait. And so my transition from Auntie Kerrie to Mama Kerrie was officially beginning!