I remember the first night I spent with my baby at the hospital. She was a tiny beautiful little rose. Every two hours she would wake up for food and like all babies she would cry bloody murder for it, so the nurse at the hospital left me a pacifier for her. Early that evening after feeding, burping and changing her diaper, she was still crying so I tried the pacifier for the first time to get some shuteye myself. I put the rubber apparatus in her mouth and she spited it out yelling so loud my eyes opened wide. “Wow!” I thought, “some personality you have!”
Later on around 3:30 am the nurse came back to check on us. My little rose was crying her lungs out and I looked like I went to war and back. Seeing I needed some rest the nurse asked, “ have you tried the pacifier yet?” “Oh no” I said, “she hates it!” The nurse gave me a condescending look and said, “you just don’t know how to do it.” “Oh well “ I thought with a grin on my face, “suit yourself”. The nurse placed the pacifier in my baby’s mouth pushing on it slightly; it stayed in for about half a second. I saw it jump up from Amber’s little mouth almost hitting the nurse’s nose. Baby Amber screamed so loud she reached high notes Sarah Brightman wishes she could. The whole hospital shook in fear in one long loud scream. The nurse looked at her and then looked at me as if she had just seen Rosemarie’s baby and said, “quite a temper she has!” To what I replied, “I prefer calling it a personality.” The nurse left quickly after that, taking the pacifier with her. With dark circles around my eyes, I smiled; I already admired my little one for she had done at day one what I still had a hard time doing at 31 years old.
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