The first sound I heard was your heart beat, rhythmically beating and making me feel safe. I love hearing your heart beat; there's something so comforting about it, I cannot describe. When you held me close to your chest, and when I nursed, I could hear your heartbeat and it made me feel so warm and secure.
The first voice I ever heard was yours, even though it sounded a little strange in my first home; I loved hearing your voice whether you were talking or singing; I still do. It makes me feel safe. You kept me warm and secure and when you rubbed your tummy it felt like you were giving me a hug. I was never hungry or thirsty, never cold or scared, never alone and never unhappy.
Then when I came out of my first home, my happy cocoon, I didn't know what was happening. It was cold and big, it was scary and new. There were hands on me and I didn't like it. But I heard your voice, and I was in some warm loving arms, and I knew it was ok. I saw your face, even though it was a little blurry. I wanted to look at your face and imprint it into my mind. I felt safe in your arms as you held me.
You soon fed me precious milk and held me close. I knew that I would know this scent forever; your scent and your yummy milk make me feel safe. You gave me lots of cuddles and you talked to me.
I didn't know how to tell you when something was wrong....sometimes I was hungry, sometimes I was very tired, sometimes I just needed you to cuddle me. I tried to tell you and I know sometimes you got a bit upset because you didn't know what I was telling you. But you figured it out in the end, because mainly I was happy with a cuddle or yummy milk.
When you sing to me and talk to me, I love it. I don't like it when you're away from me though. When I can't see you, I sometimes get upset because I miss you and don't know when you're coming back. I only cry because I miss you very much. Just a few minutes feels like a very very long time to me. You never leave me for very long, especially if I'm crying. I feel so relieved when I'm back in your arms.
I love our milky cuddles and when you nurse me, I'm all warm and your milk tastes lovely and sometimes, I'm so content, I fall asleep. I love falling to sleep in your arms, snuggled into you. I nurse a lot, but your milk is so good for me, my body uses all its nutrients to help me grow and it's always exactly what I need. Also I have a tiny tummy so I need lots of frequent feeds. I also don't like to feel over-full and I like being able to drink exactly what I need.
I love it when you put me in the material that you call a wrap, that holds me close to you and straps me to your chest and we go walking around. I like being up high so I can see all the new things. But most of all, I love being close to you; it feels like you're hugging me even though you have your hands free. This is another favourite place for me to fall asleep.
I love these nice soft nappies that don't smell of any chemicals and are soft against my skin. I like that they don't make my botty sore, and that they are pretty. I like that you tell me when you are going to change my nappy, and that we are going to have lunch or go out; because you always tell me, I now know what is coming and you involve me in everything you do. I know you sometimes have to leave me a few minutes to have your shower, and I know what it means, and I'm sorry I cry when you tell me, but I miss you and it's just my way of dealing with it. I know you'll be back because you always come back and I know you love me. I'm so relieved when I see you again, with that funny towel hiding your hair, wrapeed around your head.
So for all the cuddles, and all the kisses, even when I've woken you up; for all the smelly nappies you've washed; for all the songs you've sung to me; for all the soft words you've whispered into my ear; for all the times you've come to me as soon as I cried and all the lovely milk you give me; for all the times you wrap me into you instead of putting me in the pram, and all the times you play with me; for all the nights we sleep snuggled into each other or holding hands; for not making me drink your milk out of that bottle even though I know you wanted me to; for never letting me cry myself to sleep but for always making me feel loved....thank you mummy.
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