The delivery room was filled with soft murmurs as nurses carefully cleaned the tiny newborn. The baby, only minutes old, let out a gentle cry, her delicate fingers curling instinctively. She had just entered the world, her tiny body still adjusting to the new sensations—light, sound, and the cool air against her soft skin.
Her mother, lying exhausted yet overjoyed, reached out eagerly to hold her. As soon as the baby was placed on her chest, she quieted, listening to the familiar heartbeat she had known for months. This was her safe place. The mother ran her fingers over the baby’s fine hair, her heart swelling with love.
The nurses encouraged her to try breastfeeding, but the baby didn’t latch yet. She was still too new, too overwhelmed by her sudden arrival. Her tiny lips parted slightly, but she made no effort to suckle. Instead, she snuggled closer to her mother, her little body warm against the skin-to-skin contact.
“It’s okay,” the nurse reassured the mother. “Some newborns take a little time before they’re ready.”
The mother nodded, stroking her baby’s cheek. There was no rush. The baby’s instincts would soon guide her when she was ready to take her first sip of milk. For now, it was enough that she was here, safe in her mother’s loving arms, adjusting to the beautiful journey that had just begun.
