Mrs K, South Africa
As a first time mom I was beyond excited on the day of my delivery. I couldn’t wait to show off what I had been carrying for 9 months. I had no idea if it was a boy or girl as in my day there were no scans. It was a surprise and what a surprise I was going to have. As many would, my first hope was for a healthy baby. I gave birth, I was elated, I was tired, I was tired and I wanted to see my baby. After all the health checks I was given my precious bundle of joy to bond with.
It was a healthy baby boy and I let out a huge sigh of relief when I was told this. But then a second thought went through my mind – is this my baby!?!? My baby boy had the biggest nose I had ever seen – ENORMOUS! I was gobsmacked – his face, it was all nose! I started thinking: who in the family had a big nose? In fact, if memory serves me correctly when we got home from the hospital the first thing I did was go through family photos on both sides to see where this big nose came from. I shouldn’t admit this but for the first week whenever I took our little schnoz-carrier out of the house I covered him with a blanket up to his eyes. People who would peer into his pram and say “what beautiful eyes he has”.
Don’t get me wrong, I loved my child, and still do with a strength of feeling for which words do no justice. No nose could have stopped me loving my child – though it certainly was quite a shock. Within a few months he grew into his nose and as every mother would say he became (and still is) the most beautiful child you have ever seen.