On April 20, 1992, at 1:59 pm (Beijing Time), a beautiful baby girl was born.
That was the first day of my wonderful journey of being a mother.
Everything was new and exciting.
There are so many tender moments still feel very fresh, like yesterday.
I stayed at my parents' place for better care after she was born. She slept in my bed as it was a temporary arrangement so we didn't buy her a crib. When her father visited us, she was still a few days old. Since we didn't have a crib and we were worried about squeezing her in the same bed, we came up with a solution. At night, we put her on top of the sewing machine (after it was properly folded away). It was kind of like a changing table, except there were no protective edges. She was tucked tight in a blanket and she barely moved until she was hungry for milk. That tiny place was her dreamland for at least a week.
Shortly after she turned into one-year-old, she got a lung infection and had to be hospitalized for a week. It wasn't an easy week, yet, she was very cooperative. Didn't cry much and did recover very quickly. Those sleepless nights in the hospital with her were unforgettable.
When she was in kindergarten, she was selected by a prestigious gymnastic school but she didn't stay long. Why? "I did hand stand once already but they wanted me to do it again, I don't like that".
Happy birthday, Wendy, I only have the very best wishes for you!
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