My son came to the world on Nov. 11 1997. That was the happiest as well
as the toughest day in my life. He was too big -- 10 pounds and 2.6 ounces
when he was born. I had to have a C-section finally after 20 hours of miserable
labor. My blood pressure ever dropped to 40, which meant that I almost
lost my life becuz of my son. But I never regret.
When he was four months old, he looked and acted like he was six months. He talked
a lot -- nobody understand though, and he ate so much. He could roll over
easily, either from tommy to back or from back to tommy. So you just couldn't
leave him alone any more.
Then he got six month old. He began to crawl, very slow at first, but soon he could follow us here and there. I was ever worried that he might have some problem in action because he was so fat. But now I'm just worried that he grows so fast. He could even stand up and walk a few steps by holding some objects, and he was only eight months at that time.
My mother had been here helping me -- thanks god! Otherwise I didn't know how to
handle that naughty little thing. She finally took my baby back to China with her
on July 19, as well as my heart. I miss my baby so very much and the only thing
I can do is to pray every day that my lovely son will
grow healthy and strong--that's all I want from him. I am not asking too
much, right?
Let's watch him growing! Here are some of his photos, if you would like to take a look. And I bet you would agree with me that he is the most beautiful, lovely baby boy in the world. And please remember that he himself is cuter than any photo.
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