The bonding exists

When I was born in 80’s there was no such thing as a bonding with your baby after a labor. The baby was placed strictly into a different room with a window so daddies could wave at you, like you were some kind of an alien. A xenomorph. Okay, Alien is my favorite movie. :D
I don’t know why. Probably to make sure that when the baby comes out it wouldn’t get a shock from seeing the mom’s face the first time πŸ˜€ and vice versa. Well, you are going to spend with each other whole life πŸ™‚

I am glad things are different these days. I was told that the bonding is very very important. And if you don’t have the proper bonding it can affect your relationship with your baby. That is just scary. Right? You are sh****** your pants from giving a birth to a child and they yet scare you with things like bad relationship with your lovely child. Okay, I am exaggerating a bit. πŸ˜€

Well, my bonding wasn’t the bonding you read in magazines about.

BUT… one week ago… I wasn’t in labor… I was in Liberec, testing a baby carrier according to the thorough manual. πŸ˜€ Almost like on airplane! πŸ™‚

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