Baby Ni Ni and Baby Mo

Baby Ni Ni is in the House!

2-Minute-Old Baby Mo

2-Minute-Old Baby Mo and Dad

2-Hour-Old Baby Mo

2-Day-Old Baby Mo

I am trying to record everything since Mo was born and it is quite a big challenge.

After all, it has been 3 years.

Visiting one of my best friends and her new baby in the hospital reminded me a lot.

Now I can finally recall something.

Mo was so excited about the arrival of her new friend Ni Ni and she made all kind of plans for them to play together.

But somehow Mo backed off the day before.

No matter what I said, she just didn't want to go to the hospital with me.

I couldn't understand if Mo was just shy or she detected any threat.

I remember the contractions happened in the early morning when I was sleeping.

It was like a bad dysmenorrhea just enough to keep me awake at the beginning.

I asked Jeff to come home because there was something falling out with blood in the afternoon.

However the nurses sent me home from the hospital and told me to wait for stronger contractions.

That's great.

Jeff was very happy about the extra day off and he brought Uncle back home parting all night long.

I had a sandwich I made for myself the whole day alone with my pain.

"My husband" didn't even bother to check on me once.

I couldn't bear it anymore so we arrived the hospital again at midnight.

As usual, I, the pregnant woman few hours before giving birth to her baby, had to stand there finish all the paper work while the husband was sitting there having his drinks and there were like 20 forms to fill by the way.

The nature has its own delicate mechanisms so women would have more then one child.

I don't really remember anything from next few hours.

I know there were a snoring pig and a lot of painful screams.

But it's just not clear enough for me to describe it.

I was in the delivery room for about an hour and Mo, weighted 3285g, was born at 5:22 AM 7 Dec 2007 via doctor's sucking and nurse's pushing.

Mo looked a bit confused but didn't cry very much.

The nurses had a good laugh at me because "my husband" completely forgot about me.

Yes, I knew.

"My husband" was never aware of my existence, OK?

I didn't have tears and words as I imagined.

All I did were just looking down at the little purple corn-headed alien with total peace in my mind and gently introducing myself.

My life was simplified as satisfying Mo's needs and admiring Mo's cuteness from then.

Sleeping over 2 hours became a dream to me.

But that's another story.