On the eve of the day when I found out about the pregnancy, I had a fabulous dream: a beautiful young man in a white dress with an open affectionate gaze gave me a "goldfish", he carefully placed it in my hand and disappeared in a cloud, as if it never was ...
"It must be a gift of an angel,
messenger of heaven ... "- I thought.
Sleep proved prophetic: My husband and I
waiting for good news ...
From the first day I felt very
a proud and important - to me now maturing miracle
- new life! This realization filled
every day that some sacred
sense - I did not come for nothing in this world. I
I give him a miracle.
Already in the first trimester, I became
notice a surprising change:
exacerbated hearing, vision ... even familiar
emotion I experienced as something new.
Wise nature has thought of everything for us: it must
I have awakened in me the primitive
maternal instinct when his
baby want to keep anxiety and
hazards.
From conversations with my friends - moms
I learned many interesting things. It turned out that
they're just like me, found hidden
the talents of: attraction to drawing, singing,
prosody, intolerable desire
create, create - in this period all
It was necessary somehow to express
awakened his creative potential.
Frankly: I felt
itself is excellent, there was not frightening
toxemia, or edema. Very pleased
walks with her beloved husband warm
summer evenings, starry sky,
ice cream ... Yes, I'm the most happy
ordinary little things!
The future "father" seemed
excited about his new role much more
than me. At first, he took all my
pregnancy as a disease: his concern even
I began to frighten her, as if mildly
say impudence! He literally
"Shaking" over me, as if I had a crystal
Medieval vase unknown
artist.
But I had the patience and
forces to explain to him because of the day that
Pregnancy - is the normal state
woman I have no pain, I
well, I feel good ...
Finally, he began to listen to
I gradually calm down. A more
In order for each of my creative impulse
- That compose a poem, then make the frame
Photo of twigs, nuts and
other things - he is alive and with joy
I responded. My favorite was near
and tolerated my whims for what I did not
I stop thanking him.
Closer to leave me as, probably,
at any pervorozhenitsy, exacerbated fears
before the birth process itself, which
Only then may say - and bad
frightening. "Now this is going to happen
and with me! - Horror whispered to himself
I. But thanks to mom, she managed to find
the right words to soothe his doch
silly.
At that time, I did myself
It was still a child. Now I think that
it is my mother's attitude and support greater
all helped me to mentally prepare for the
leave.
Contractions, doctors,
vanity - all
It left behind, as if in a fog.
I took a deep breath and tired
He opened his eyes a tiny tender
lump lying on my chest ...
My krovinushka my piece, my
the soul!
It was a truly magical
moment - I became a mother! once
My "gold fish" would call me
so I probably burst into tears. I
become sentimental - it
exactly!
Child's first night in the hospital at
mothers take to enable it to
recuperate and come
a. Then I felt a strong
weakness, but somehow could not
sleep.
Suddenly I heard a cry -
I do not know why but near something
stung. Overpowering fatigue,
I walked to the sound of the voice. I do not know,
match it or speak the truth,
recognizes that the real mother crying
the kid out of a thousand, but I
Dilnaz called my - when I
I decided to give her this beautiful Arabic
name - "a gentle voice."
That night, I took her to his
Chamber, in spite of all prohibitions
and rigorous persuasion midwives. I do not
I closed my eyes, but I was happy. I
I did not feel tired and time
just looking at her ... And I
it seemed that the whole world has
just the two of us…..
Dilnaz grew and gained strength with each
day.
First smiles and "agukanya"
forced to cry even my
serious and sometimes surly husband! I
that's what I realized: it is not I help
grow and be happy that the crumbs
and it helps me to mature spiritually and
build ...
There were, of course, difficult
periods: childhood diseases and the first
"Lacrimal" hiking in the garden, and baby
stubbornness ...
I saw it myself. we
We were always on the same wavelength as if,
accessible only to the two of us, we
if it linked to invisible all
surrounding the thread, Toe the line.
It helped her understand,
feel and move on.
Although at times tormented by questions: how
make sure to trust that
She shared her experiences as
general need to educate girls,
because they are the future daughter, wife,
Mom?
I decided to let her do as a
You can most. Let her sometimes
get awkward, but if you want something
I only: wants to help vacuuming
in three years - please knead
dough - please let dust and
flour, but we are fun, because we
just learning! This communion, first
turn, is vital to me
Best!
Dilnaz was
more than three
months when I took her to the
Kangaroo stole from, this is where
more convenient than awkward stroller. It
He went with me to visit a friend,
habituated to people, to children. Being
still quite crumbs, not afraid to go
on the handles. Perhaps that is why it
It is now so easy to go on contact with
different people.
More baby she traveled from
me in art galleries, parks,
pool and beauty salon,
summer cafes in the open air - I
generally I try not to sit at home. I
she constantly tells something
- About life, plans, secret
dreams ... she understands me or
No, I do not know, but I believe that
be sure to understand the future.
Now Dilnaz five
years. It is a leader in the group, is able to
read write. I understand that
difficulties were and are just
I think the most important thing -
understand it, is not to educate, but
It is to "understand", and, of course,
love.
Angel I dreamed a reason:
He entrusted me with a treasure in the form
my "goldfish", now I
It has to be good to her
my mother, the most caring and tender,
What was once my mom.
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