The baby came out, and the soft swaddling cloth replaced the gentle uterus. He lay in it every day, eating, drinking, lazing, and ignoring nothing. This kind of autism will last for about a month, because he must first learn to survive in the outside world. At this time, the baby is almost unaware of the existence of other people. He lives in his own world.
At this stage, the baby and the mother are integrated, and the baby cannot distinguish itself from the mother. The mother needs to become a "perfect mother", a worm in the child's stomach, to meet the child's physiological and caressing needs.
When I came to this world - separation, the first experience of life
Dou Ma's record: The first experience of love is very complicated. The third day of Dou Zi's birth
We opened our arms and waited for a long time for Xiaodouzi to finally come, and couldn't help crying with joy - not me, Dou Dad. Dou Ma was not too excited. When Dou Pa's eyes were full of tears, she was lying in bed sleeping like a pig, enjoying the follow-up effect of the anesthetic of cesarean section.
When Dou Ma woke up, Grandma took the tightly wrapped and sleepy beans to her and said, "Look, this is your son." I really want to fall asleep again. This guy is really ugly. He has dark skin and lots of hair. There are hairs or hairs on the corners and eyebrows. He has no high nose, no melon seed face, and his eyes are closed. He can't see the size, but he is definitely not the attractive double eyelids I imagined.
It was a failure. It was defeated by the tough Dou Dad. Dou Zi obviously preferred Dou Dad's genes. Who said that the son usually looks like a mother and the daughter usually looks like a father?! I have proved through practice that the appearance of those who have strong genes will be passed down. Once, I thought that I would have a son in my life. He must be very handsome and charming, because he would follow me (according to the legend of "son like mother"). If he is like me, he will have thick eyebrows and big eyes, slightly sunken eyes, slightly cocky nose, and a little sexy pout lips. Ha ha, full narcissism. However, my dream was shattered. When Douzi wakes up, she opens her eyes with joy. My god, those small eyes... they are really like beans, and they are mung beans.
Even though the beans are still very young and the facial features have not yet grown, there are still countless visitors who sincerely praise that they really look like Dad! It is poured out of a mold, commonly known as pie print. This can explain why Father Dou was so happy and tearful when he took over the bean. You think, then a villain like you was created. What a sense of achievement!
Well, don't say anything bad about beans. They are really ugly, but I can confirm later that they have changed greatly and become more and more beautiful.
Tell me about Dou Ma, a novice mother, who is very strange to the role of mother. I looked at the beans carefully to confirm that it was my son, and I wanted to find information related to me from his face. But he didn't look at me. He slept all the time. He slept in darkness. His eyebrows were slightly wrinkled and his hands clenched. Occasionally, when he woke up, he only opened one eye and found that I was looking at him beside the trolley, and he squinted at me. He was a bit careless and arrogant, as if he knew that I would be his follower from then on. Beans themselves don't look like me, and they are so unkind to me. In addition, I can't hold him a few days before cesarean section, so it's hard for me to feel the legendary love for him.
Although Douzi ignored me, he needed me very much, and I also had to do my duty as a mother. I open my heart and welcome beans to milk! Only at this time did I feel strongly that I had become a mother. The newborn bean is soft and small, nestling in my arms, arousing a natural maternity. Because of the wound, I had to feed on his side. I lay beside him and tried to pass the nipple to his mouth. The beans were sucking hard with small mouthfuls, so we were connected together.
This feeling is really amazing. I think that the baby is sucking the keyhole of the door in his mother's heart with his little mouth. While sucking, he silently reads: sesame, open the door. The spring on the door gradually opened, and a stream of warm milk poured out. Mom, when I first saw the nipple that I had followed for 30 years began to drip milk, I was very embarrassed at first. I was a little surprised when I was shy. This body is magical. What comes out of it? How does it come about? After thinking for a while, enlightenment - this is the power of love!
Holding the bean, I felt a little tenderness in my heart, and a little pride grew in it. This is my son.
Of course, the feeling of being a mother is not so simple. It is not all pride and satisfaction, but also a little fear and fear. On the third day of Douzi's birth, I had the opportunity to share a room with Xiaodouzi alone. I felt a trace of fear.
On this day, Grandma and Grandpa went out to eat. It was estimated that Doug Dad had not come for an hour. Leave me alone in the ward, oh no, and Xiaodouzi. He lay quietly in the cart, still dreaming with his eyes closed. The ward is also very quiet, and a trace of fear climbs on my mind. If Douzi wakes up at this time, what can I do?!!!! I can't even hug him. He is so soft and unruly. How can I hug him?! How can I end up if he cries? The sky is bright and the earth is bright. Don't wake up when Douzi sleeps, and wait for Grandma to come. I pray in my heart. Fortunately, Grandma and Grandpa came back soon, and the alarm was lifted. I don't know whether others have experienced this fear of being alone with my son, but it has stayed in my heart.
The initial experience of love is very complicated. When my son comes, everything begins.
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