Bäbisar (that's Swedish for babies)

Earlier today I was at a birthday party for my second cousin, who turned 25. That family has more babies popping out every year, constantly, grandchildren and sister's babies and so on. There were about five babies running around the place today, not one of them being one year old yet.

Here's the thing.

I sort of panic around babies.

There was this one kid who my dad was particularly fond of, who we were told had great puking tendencies. That was not helping. And when my dad decided to drop the kid off in my lap - I swear everyone there saw the fear in my eyes.
It occured to me, that I have like never held a baby in my life. I'm the youngest in my family, and all my cousins and relatives are way older than I am, except for a couple who are not that much younger. So, babies have never been in my life.

I recalled though that I once held a baby on the bus into town, for a short while. Her mother lives in my village and is living in exile, and when we were supposed to leave the bus she had a problem with a lady who was bugging her perambulator (or whatever) and she turned around to me and asked if I could hold her baby. Then she just gave me the girl before I could answer. There I was, on the bus, with an unknown baby in my arms. I don't know the mother. But the baby girl was cute. I suppose I think that because she didn't scream while I held her.

Anyways, I'm not too comfortable with babies. I just don't know how to handle them.

I need to go wash my hands. I have dried baby spit all over them. Ew.