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Chapter 326: Their Overflowing Emotions

Chapter 326: Their Overflowing Emotions

(Arata)

Giving birth was an ordeal. I had heard from my Mom and others that it was a painful process, but going through it first-hand was a whole new experience.

Karsten held me throughout while the doctor guided me.

His lips remained on my temple as I collapsed, his scent calming me.

"You did well. I am so proud of you." I heard his heartfelt words, the love so visible in his actions and voice.

The strength I had exhibited, the pain I had endured was worth it when I finally heard the tiny cries of our baby.

Our heads simultaneously turned while the nurse cleaned our crying baby.

Dr Alvia faced us and announced with a broad smile, "Congratulations, it’s a girl."

I had known in my heart that I was carrying a girl. My heart swelled with so much love that my eyes watered.

Emotions flooded me, filling me to the brim, spilling out.

Squeezing Karsten’s hand I murmured, "Go get our girl." I wanted him to be the first person to hold her.

The expressions on his face, the way he battled tears and stared at the tiny crying baby, whom the nurse was now wrapping in a blanket had more tears leaking out of my eyes. _{f|ree(w)ebn\o.vel.com}

This memory would be one of the most precious and cherished ones. He took a staggering step forward, and the nurse finally extended our bundle of happiness, wrapped in a red blanket, towards him.

"There you are. Meet her and then we will have to take her for her first vaccination."

While Dr Alvia cleaned me up, my eyes remained on the father-daughter duo. Karsten’s large hands received her.

So tiny, she was like a cocooned larva in his arms. He adjusted her on his forearm and she fitted. His lips found her tiny forehead, a tender kiss he placed there.

"Hey! Watermelon, I am your Papa. Some strong lungs you have," he cooed to her, his pointer finger carefully reached out to touch her cheek.

A smile so genuine and precious had graced his lips. Every rugged feature of his face had mellowed down as he smiled and spoke to our daughter.

Instantly, she calmed down, her loud cries subsided.

He turned towards me, our gazes meeting.

"She is everything, Arata. Thank you!" Words choked and both of us fought back tears as he settled beside me, extending his arm to delicately place her on my chest.

An unconditional love, seeped into every atom of my existence and I couldn’t breathe from the birthing emotions.

"Here, that’s your Mama." His hand slowly rubbed her tiny head.

Patches of midnight black hair covered her small head, the colour she had inherited from her father but intense blue eyes stared back at me. The same colour as mine.

Beautiful and cute. She resembled her father more than she resembled me. Just like I took after my father.

"Hey! Princess, you are a tough baby. Mama loves you." A small soft kiss I placed on her head.

That unique baby scent she exuded made me forget every ounce of pain I had endured.

"I love both of my girls." Karsten placed kisses on both of our foreheads. "She is so tiny."

He couldn’t help but stare at the little creature nestled in my arm as she watched me with her intelligent eyes, as if trying to recognise.

But the moment didn’t last much longer. Her eyes closed and tiny pink mouth opened. She raised her tiny fists, setting her arms free from the blanket and began to wail at the top of her lungs.

"She already knows how to get our attention." Karsten’s forehead crinkled with worries, seeing her cry.

"She is just hungry. Let me guide Arata on how to feed her. You can go and inform your family of the good news, Mr Toledo," Dr Alvia calmly said.

My eyes shifted to him and I saw the hesitance, his gaze stayed on our baby.

"When can I see her again?" He asked, his finger reaching out so our little one could hold it in her tiny fist.

"In two hours. We will be done with all the initial processes and she will be ready to meet your family."

He reluctantly nodded, leaning closer he placed a small kiss on my lips.

"I love you. Take care of our daughter and yourself until I can."

Then he placed a cute kiss on our baby’s curled fingers, and slowly but unwillingly extracted his finger from her grasp.

Her cries intensified as soon as she lost contact with him.

"Awww! It’s alright baby. Your Papa will return soon." My hands rubbed her back to calm her down.

He looked back at us twice before leaving with a sad and grim face. I could imagine the heaviness of his heart and the way he was acting. She was going to be her Papa’s girl.

"Let’s have her skin to skin with you. First contact like that is important. And you can feed her," Dr Alvia instructed, carefully picking her up.

A nurse rolled the lever, lifting the bed. She then opened my gown and cleaned my chest with a warm towel, slowly massaging my breasts.

"This would open up the milk ducts and will ease you in feeding the baby," Dr Alvia kept guiding me while she removed the blanket from around the baby and placed her on my chest again.

My arm cuddled her to me and she instantly relaxed. Guiding her tiny mouth, I let her take my nipple into it.

Aggressively she latched onto it as if she had been hungry forever.

All three of us laughed at her eagerness. My free hand rested on her head. I drew small circles on her temple. She began to suckle with her little mouth.

The warmth filled my heart at her adorable action. My eyes wouldn’t stop staring at her puffy face, little ears and hands with long fingers, just like her father.

"Feed her from both sides, equally. The first few feeds called colostrum are essential for a baby’s immunity as it contains necessary minerals, vitamins and antibodies. If it’s possible I would recommend giving her only breast milk for at least five months."

I was thankful for Dr Alvia’s input and explanations.

"Thank you! I have a plan to do exactly that."

She squeezed my shoulder and answered, "You did well. Congratulations. A baby is a lot of responsibility. At times you will be tired and exhausted, so remember to take breaks and get sleep whenever you can. I am sure you will have the required help. But postpartum depression is common in new mothers. Don’t shy away from getting help if you experience that."

I nodded at her while feeling the softness of my baby in my arms and her tiny mouth suckling at my nipple.

"I will keep in contact. Thank you, doctor."

And so began our new journey with a baby in the mix now.

I couldn’t wait for her to meet her grandparents and everyone else we loved. The feeling of becoming a mother was unexplainable, she was in my arms and yet it felt like a dream.

A beautiful fulfilling dream which was my reality now.