When you have a child, you feel like time flies so fast. I still remember the day when I entered the delivery room and felt painful, I didn't give birth after a day and a night, and finally gave up a natural birth and chose a caesarean section. When lying on the operating table, it still hurts heartbreakingly, it was a temporary plugged operation, and it took a long time to go to an anesthesiologist, the pain was too long, I asked the doctor if he would die, the doctor said coldly, "nonsense", I begged him not to leave, I was too scared at the time. It's kind of funny to think about it now, but that feeling of fear has not faded, and I am very grateful to the doctor.
The process is a bit long, but the result is very beautiful, my baby is healthy, a fat boy of seven pounds and six taels, and I am a mother at the age of 33. From the beginning of the rush to today's coping ease, two years, my baby is two years old. The two-year-old is a little naughty, likes toy cars, likes to watch Baby Ricky, likes to read picture books, likes meat, will be criticized or spanked if he doesn't eat and sleep well, he is slowly exploring the wonderful life, I enjoy every day with him. At the age of two, his language expression is okay, he can read poetry, he can chat and talk, and children's words often make me cute. These days, if a child accidentally hurts him, he will say, "Forgive me, you didn't mean to." "It hurts, and I would say that with tears in my eyes. My boy is gentle and kind, happy birthday, Bao. Mommy loves you.
Mom made me laugh happily.