I Thought I Hated Babies…

Just the thought of them used to make my uterus want to shoot up further into my body, like a jellyfish, squirm up my esophagus, tickle my uvula, and splatter itself across the ground in front of me. On July 27th, 2013, my thoughts about infants lightened when I met the most beautiful soul to grace my life: Milo Cooper Cayden Hall.

Baby, Life, Beauty, new parents, first baby, cute, precious.This precious bundle was made by two people who are very dear to my heart.

Both parents are people who I can’t remember not knowing.  The mother is my best friend, but a best friend that goes beyond the ties of friendship. We can be away from each other for months and months on end, but when we reunite, it is as though we were never apart. This is why I think of her as a sister.

Growing up, I remember Alyssa and I pondering about what we would name our children. I don’t remember my own options, probably because they were super mainstream and boring.  Alyssa’s options, however, were definitely memorable.

“I want to name my kid ‘Cabbage’!” the little weirdo said.

Baby, Life, Beauty, new parents, first baby, cute, precious.Although ‘Cabbage’ original (to put my opinions lightly), I certainly think ‘Milo’ is a much cuter option!

Like Alyssa, the father is someone who also brightened up my yesteryear. My memories of James are nothing but fun, happiness, and good times. Both Alyssa and James have colourful personalities, and happy, golden faces, which is why I am not surprised that they have made such a beautiful child.

They’re cute, and so is their kid.

Don’t get me mistaken, my internal clock is not ticking by any means. In fact, my internal clock continues to be a stopwatch, and the “start” button is broken indefinitely.

I am pleasantly surprised that although I, a young woman who is about to begin her Masters degree in Journalism, with a focus on feminism, have spent plenty of hours researching motherhood and births, meeting little baby Milo has taught me a lesson that my $40,000 student loan could never teach me:
Baby, Life, Beauty, new parents, first baby, cute, precious.Although he could not speak, as I gazed into his pondering eyes, Milo sent a lightening bolt of realization down my spine.  I am only now beginning to recognize the fluidity of life, and this guidance has put disorder into my, otherwise, structured livelihood.  My lovestruck mind, brimming with thoughts I had never thought, and my heart, full of emotions I had never felt, could only pull the words,

“He has perfect ears!”

Baby, Life, Beauty, new parents, first baby, cute, precious.together.  I remember when my dad complimented me on my ears, and it was the nicest thing he had ever said to me.  I never understood why that was the praise he chose to give me, until now.

When a child holds your heart in his or her little fingies, to you, they are the embodiment of utopia. Every piece of them is equally as beautiful, which makes it difficult to muster up the words that can appropriately express your emotions.

Milo made me understand the true beauty of life.

Baby, Life, Beauty, new parents, first baby, cute, precious.Seeing Milo, a perfect blend of both his mommy and daddy’s features, creates a pleasant confusion in my mind. To my surprise, this confusion is absolutely bearable because it’s not something to be understood, it’s something to be felt and embraced. Life, and all its unpredictability, has a erratic way of creating happiness, and it is this spontaneity that builds the most precious occurrences that life has to offer us.

And that, my friends, is the beauty of life.

Baby, Life, Beauty, new parents, first baby, cute, precious.It’s science! I know, I know, humans make other humans, which seems simple, right? But when you pair emotions with science, you can be left in a baffled awe, and you are nothing but content.


3 thoughts on “I Thought I Hated Babies…

  1. Thank you for writing this. I’ve read it like 20 times, it makes me so happy. We will be printing this off and putting it into Milo’s baby book for him to see when he gets older. Ya did a good job, Pal. We love you forever. 🙂

  2. One of the false premises and betrayals of feminism is the idea that a woman can disregard her biological clock and have a child any time and at any age of her choosing. This is why many women who listened to the feminists have ended up alone and childless. While many of the women who waited until their thirties to marry and have a child ended up spending a fortune for fertility treatments and/or ending up having a child with a serious birth defect. What the feminists don’t tell their followers is that a woman’s fertility begins to decline at age 26 and the rate of birth defects for mothers in their thirties or older is the same as that first cousins who marry.

    • I’m not clear on what you mean by “birth defects”. It is thought that “Pregnancy at older ages has been associated with an increased risk of various maternal complications, cesarean section, preterm birth, and low birth weight” (Statistics Canada), but there are also many studies what show zero associations between pregnancy a older ages and maternal complications (Statistics Canada). In fact, the odds for postpartum hemorrhage
      were lower among older mothers (Statistics Canada).
      In addition, according to World Health Organization, the rate of birth defects for mothers in their 30’s or older are not the same as first cousins unions, because first cousin unions actually double the risk of neonatal and childhood death, intellectual disability and other serious birth anomalies (World Health Organization). This is much higher than the rate of babies born from 30 year old women with chromosomal defects (1 in 1000); thus, such a comparison between the two isn’t valid.
      Furthermore, “maternal exposure to […] drugs and alcohol increase the risk of having a baby with congenital anomalies” (World Health Organization). According to Statistics Canada, 28% of 18 and 19 year old women admit to heavy drinking, where as only 11% of women between 35 and 44 do. So, although studies show that women’s fertility is highest in late teens and early 20’s, many women in their 30’s and even 40’s live much healthier life styles than younger women because of social and economic factors.
      Thank you for your thoughts, but I think you are overgeneralizing.

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