The first impression

It’s raining babies!
Well, not really. It’s just that in a matter of weeks, we have had two wee ones born to dear friends. I have always had a tendency towards hyperbole.

And I have forgotten how teeny tiny newborns are! And the instant rush of love and affection that you feel towards them, even if they are not yours. Those little noises and the adorable way they stretch…I have missed that. It makes me want to chomp them down. Like siew mai. Or xiaolongbao.

Obviously, I do not miss the crazy ass period when I was up every three hours fulfilling my mudderly duties. Wait a minute, I HAVE been doing that for the past weeks.

Oh, and I made that word up. MUDDERLY. Awesome, innit? Sums up everything.
Repeat after me: MAR-DER-LY. MUDDERLY.

Anyway, amid all that talk among us parents about the first thoughts we had when we laid our eyes on our newly emerged child, it brought me back to that moment when Aidan was dragged out of my cut up body (I know, sounds gory and gross when I put it like that, sensational stories sell afterall).

My first thought was: Aiyoh, not handsome at all, looks like Mr Thick.

Mr Thick’s first words to me: Our son has a lot of hair!

My first text to my cousins on our WhatsApp group chat: Say hi to Aidan! He’s not very handsome, looks like the father, but never mind lah hor.

Clearly, this mama’s eyes, as they say, has stamps pasted on them because LOOK AT THIS BABY. He’s OVERFLOWING WITH TEH CUTENESS.

Should have known better. Any child birthed from my nether regions will never be ugly. Am Fabulously Gorgeous afterall.

What were your first thoughts when you saw your baby for the first time?