Hey Midwife, Let's Snuggle!

Yup you heard me correctly. I want to snuggle with my midwife! Let’s backtrack…
 
My first birth, I was at home and I birthed a beautiful 8lb. 4 oz. boy after 18 ½ hours of labor. Right afterwards, my sister, husband, two midwives, and I were actually eating dinner together- I mean wait- did I just give birth? Do people get to enjoy this post birth bliss like I am?
 
The immense love I felt at that moment was surreal. My son did the breast crawl, we had no interruptions, my house even got a clean-up, and now we are eating dinner as a family. FAMILY. The moment my son was born, so was the birth of my extended family.
 
Everything seemed so natural when it was time for baby and I to rest. My midwife brought me to my bed, and handed my son to me. As I laid him down next to me, I clearly remember asking, “What do I do now?” She simply stated, “You sleep, we will be back in the morning.”
 
My thoughts then as they are now, I didn’t want her to leave! I wanted her to lie next to me and snuggle! I love my husband, but move on aside and make room for midwife!
 
She had become a motherly figure to me. Yes my mom is awesome, but not the “lovey dovey” type. And I realized I craved this affection! This immediate love I have for my two amazing midwives runs deep. And still to this day when I see them, I love for them to snuggle me in for a huge bear hug.
 
“Family isn’t whose blood you carry. It’s who you love and who loves you back.”