Can I hold her?

I remember those first few hours after my daughter was born.  It was the middle of the night (she was born at 2:43 am), adrenaline pumping, super excited, hanging out as a little family while the midwife and nursed made sure everyone was good.  Then at some point it died down.  The midwife and nurse left so we could rest.  Jim fell asleep in the bed next to me and Aria fell asleep in the baby crib on the other side.  I sat there for a couple hours trying to sleep but I could not.  Finally about 5:30 or 6 in the morning I realize that sleep is not in the books for me at that point.  I flipped on the TV for a little light and even though it was early, decided to send some texts to let people know Aria had been born, all natural-no drugs, the night before.  When I finished doing that I just sat there and looked at Aria.  So tiny.  So peaceful.  Just laying there sleeping.  I wanted to touch her.  To hold her.  I didn't know what to do.  Should I call the nurse and ask if I could hold her?  Did I need her help?  Did I even have to ask?  I was a bit confused and didn't know what to do.  After a few minutes of inner debate I thought, she's my daughter, I don't think I have to ask anyone if I can hold her.  So I nervously leaned over and picked her up.  So sweet and adorable.  I snuggled with her on my chest and got comfortable as I held her, relaxing and just taking her in.
When I had Micah at home, there as never a question of if I could hold him.  Somehow, being in the hospital, I had this idea that I was unable to do anything without permission first.  Maybe I am the only one who has felt this way, maybe not.  We need to know as new mama's that we are the one's that call the shots (with dada), we are in control, we need to hold and touch our babies as much as we want.  No one call tell us otherwise, not even our confused inner selves.