newborn baby - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
Tiny fingers curl around my pinky. I watch the newborn peer through brand new eyes at what must be such a strange world after life in the womb. Her legs kick in a tiny jagged motion, looking for that resistance they are used to I guess, but finding nothing but air. I wonder if that's unsettling or a relief, it must have been pretty cramped in there. When she stretches her hands barely rise above her head and I think of how strange we'd all look if we kept those body proportions as we grew. I know I can pick her up if I want to, she's my sister, but I'm scared to break her. She's such a doll. Then she begins to fret and cry, everyone tells me how annoying that's going to be, but it's so cute I almost cry. This is a new person, and I'm already filling up with love for her
The newborn stirs in the rough canvas, shivering in the july evening. After life in the womb the air feels cold. She can't smell her mother anymore and the warm arms that had held her only moments before are gone. She kicks her legs out in search of something reassuring and instead the swaddling gives way. Now she panics, she screams in a way that is heart rendering for all in earshot, but especially for the mother who hides behind a dumpster, watching, waiting. She's just about to run back when the door of the restaurant opens. Then out comes Gloria, magnificent in her blue headscarf and flowing dress. She does not hesitate, the baby is off the ground in seconds and after a quick scan of the street she is gone. The mother stifles a sob, she did it, her baby is in the best hands now. Once Gloria takes in a street kid they're hers for life.
Her newborn baby smile was as sweet as a summer strawberry and filled me with a sunshine I never knew existed in the world.
In the bouncy chair lies a newborn, his arms aloft as if dreaming of cuddling the mother who stands so closely by. Harriet slides her pinky into his open hand and watches as they curl around it, the baby sleeping on. She feels his soft breath on the back of her hand, still damp from the rain outside. Already her school day is melting away as she watches her new brother...
Georgie holds the newborn to her shoulder and he's smaller than a bag of sugar from the grocers. Tiny toes peek from his blanket, dangling in the summer breeze. His head, a crazy mass of brown curls not yet rubbed bald from lying in his crib, wobbles beneath her supporting hand. She can't believe how tiny new humans are, how vulnerable, how awe inspiring.
The room is deserted as Noah steps in, his eyes travelling over the debris of the recently vacated squat. Stepping in before the needles are cleared up isn't wise, but as he steps backwards a black bin bag rustles on the far side and the shape of a tiny hand pushes against the plastic. Noah feels a wave of cold shock and picks his way over the floor, sending a silent prayer for them both. He peels back the plastic and pulls out a newborn, umbilical cord thick and dangling. The baby opens her mouth to cry and and all she can manage is a quite snuffling, her throat dry and sore. Noah holds her close, hand over her back to give her some warmth, and picks his way back over the mess. As they break out into the sunlight he begins to run...
Newborn cries fill the room and the father bursts into tears of relief and joy. He turns his glossy eyes to his wife and in a voice that's almost broken he tells her they have a beautiful daughter. Through her exhaustion she smiles, and she lets her eyes leave his face to take in the baby that is being brought to like on her bare skin. In that moment she begins to cry the sweetest tears she's ever known, all the pain of moments before melting away. She's only minutes old and her tiny girl begins to root, mouth wide, her instincts strong.
I want to drink this moment in, this moment with my little girl in my hands. Her eyes are more brilliant than I could have dreamed they would be, her hands more delicate. She feels so light, looks so perfect and smells so divine. I am her protector for as long as I live and my love for her will last for all time.