Visitors have come in to bless your newborn. You are happy yet apprehensive.
They coo at the baby and try to touch and tickle the chin. The bashful child who has come pinches the cheeks a little too roughly for your taste.
You wince inwardly and try to distract the child and prevent him from jumping on the bed with the dirty shoes.
You quickly take the baby in your arms for fear of the ladies doing the same.
They may not have washed their hands and you fear that the baby may get dirty.
You even contemplate waking the baby up accidentally and excuse yourself and take the baby for a solitary feed.
The pesky relative who has come to stay with you on the pretext of seeing the new baby takes the baby from your arms and hands her over to the fattest lady among the visitors.
You smile contentedly, inwardly seething.