Fireworks

The day you were born, there were fireworks. It was New Year's Eve, you were actually due on 1st Jan but the water broke and so started a 15 hours labor. I remember the astonish look on your face when you were unceremoniously dump on my tummy after the cord was cut like you were saying "Huh? I thought you said 1st Jan?"

That is just so you... my baby girl..

You were such an easy baby to bear in my tummy. There was no motion sickness, no cravings for any sort of food, no wild kicking and you were always so accommodating . It is as if you know I am alone with your dad in Shanghai working day and night. As if every night you hear me talking to you asking you to give me strength and courage to bear this pregnancy alone. I was always so scared when I did not detect any movement in my tummy but in the end you would always give me a little kick just to reassure me. All the time, instead of me soothing you, comforting you, it was you who always reassured me you are fine.

Now you are 2 years 8 months old. The past hundreds days, everyday is a blessing, everyday is a joy, everyday is so much more beautiful and bright than yesterday. I pray, every night, thanking God for you, pray every night that I will be a good mother to you. This blog is for you, hopefully as we embarked on our new life in France, this would serve as a diary of sort for us to reflect on.

Always know, me and papa loves you the most.

Written on 27th August 2012