Personal Narrative: How To Hold A Baby

Before my niece Eira was born, I had no experience in being around babies. If one of my cousins offered for me to hold their baby, I usually would decline their offer. I had no idea how to hold a baby, change their clothes, or change a diaper. I didn’t have a lot of patience when being around younger children either. I never thought of having children when I get older, and I did not really want to have children. I did not hate kids, but I never really loved them either. In December of 2015, my sister Brittany told our immediate family that she was pregnant. My mom was extremely excited to have her first grandchild, and my dad joked he was too young to be a grandpa even though he is 52 years old. My sister’s pregnancy was the first time I actually got excited about a baby being born. She did not tell others about her pregnancy until months later. My sister was planning to keep the gender of the baby a surprise, but it was the first thing she saw in one of her ultrasounds. Then she decided it was going to be a secret until the baby was born. I hoped for her to have a girl.
In May of 2016, I made my confirmation, and my sister was my sponsor. Brittany and I were sitting together before …show more content…
There was a small crowd of family members waiting to hold her. (oxymoron) The nurses had tied a small pink bow in the very few hairs she had on her head. She was as small as a doll. (simile) I remember holding her and sitting in a rocking chair at the hospital. She made little grunting sounds, which her voice was not big enough to support. Looking at her in my arms made my heart melt. (hyperbole) Eira’s skin was softer than a brand new blanket. I may be biased, but I believe she is the cutest baby I have ever seen. She had a lot of hair on her head for a newborn baby, and she had brown eyes. Everything was great; except for the food we ate at the hospital because it was cold and tasted like