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Why I Can’t Hold Your Baby
So, you stroll in with your adorable newborn all bundled up in a cozy blanket. It’s clear you’re bursting with pride and joy, possibly fueled by a serious lack of sleep. That little one is a total sweetheart—innocent, precious, and just plain cute. It’s everything a baby should be, right?
I get it; you probably thought I’d be thrilled to hold her. I mean, who wouldn’t want to cradle such a tiny miracle? Especially someone like me, who’s been through the baby phase four times. You might even think I have a natural knack for it. But when you offered that snuggly pink bundle, I had to politely pass.
Now, it’s not because I’m terrified I’d drop her or anything silly like that. I’ve got skills when it comes to handling babies (trust me, all four of mine are still in one piece—though their emotional states are a different story). I could carry your little one through a treacherous obstacle course and still keep her safe. I’m that confident.
Honestly, it’s not about your baby. She’s wonderful and truly a cutie—definitely less wrinkly and grumpy than some newborns. It’s just that I have my own baggage. I’ve survived sleepless nights, potty training, and all the chaos that comes with raising four kids. We’ve tackled tantrums, broken things, and even trips to the ER. It’s been a wild ride, but my youngest is now eleven, and she’s becoming more independent every day.
Right now, I’m just trying to stay afloat with laundry piling up and a house that looks like it could use a good clean. My minivan smells like an unidentifiable mix of old snacks and who knows what else. It’s a bit of a mess, to put it mildly. I feel like I’m barely hanging onto my sanity some days—there are moments I even yell at inanimate objects or at myself.
Plus, I’m not getting any younger. At 41, my body is still capable of having another baby, but it’s not the same as it used to be. I have no real desire to start the baby phase all over again.
But here’s the twist—every time I see a newborn, it stirs something deep inside me. I think about all those first moments I’ll never experience again: the first time a little one calls me “Mama,” the tender moments of nursing, or those tiny arms reaching out as they take their first steps. I long for that connection, and it’s heartbreaking to realize that my little ones are growing up and don’t need me in the same way anymore.
So, while I can’t hold your baby, I want you to embrace every fleeting moment with her. The newborn stage is precious and goes by way too fast. You hold her close, take in that sweet baby scent for me, and cherish it all because, honestly, I just can’t right now.
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Summary
In a heartfelt reflection, the author shares why they can’t hold your newborn despite their love for babies. With four kids at home, they navigate the bittersweet reality of motherhood, recognizing the challenges of raising them while longing for the tender moments of infancy that are now behind them. They encourage new parents to savor each moment with their little ones, knowing that the time flies by too quickly.