For the first few days after my son was born I can’t remember putting him down much.
I am sure I must have, to at least have a shower surely, but I think that was the extent of it.
The very idea of being separated from the tiny being that had been a part of me for nine months was completely alien to me. For me it felt like he was still a part of me, it was hard to let go, to separate myself.
I picked him up and held him, I fed him for hours on end, I rocked him and I cradled him and I didn’t put him down.