Poor little one

The most miserable thing is to see your child sick, even it is just a flu. A child looks so vulnerable in illness. Poor Sonia vomited in bed just after she went asleep. She woke up and cried for mommy. Obviously she didn't know what happened. I reassured her many times that the mess in the bed is fine until she finally stopped screaming. Looking at her sleeping face from the tiredness, I fully felt our embedded gene of protecting our children. I truly wish every child has a happy and healthy life. I also hope that I can be more patient when Sonia behaves naughty.

Monday morning

We didn't come home until 9PM on Sunday night. Even though we had piles of laundry to fold, and still don't know where is Sonia's Monday lunch. Well, it is still Sunday, I thought, our own fun time. If I can get up early on Monday, everything will be straightened out. That was my wishful thinking of course.

Monday morning, I didn't get up until 8AM. Sonia wakes up, Morgan needs outdoor bathroom, I fight to find pans in kitchen to prepare Sonia's lunch and everyone's breakfast, and husband's alarm has been snoozed 3 times. They all seem to happen at the same time. My blood pressure was high when I tried to get Sonia to the dining table and keep Morgan away from the table. At 9AM, I know that we were running late since my daughter is still half dressed, and playing with her food. My husband is rushing out to the door saying "I am late for the meetings."

Thirty minutes later, I was driving back from daycare and stopped at Starbucks. (Who doesn't need a coffee after a morning like this? ) I finally sit down and had a deep breath. Is it the time to go back facing the home "after war" yet? Sigh, I will never like Monday morning.

Jamboree

We have Jamboree this week. I didn't know whether Jamboree is actually a word or not. So I looked it up. It means a noisy celebration in the dictionary. I pictured this word as a party in my head.

Our Jamboree is that the whole team are required to be at office from 9AM to 5PM, and only do processing structures. No doctor appointment, no car service, no early child pickup, no traffic, no any excuses for a whole week. The goal is to clean up all backlogged work.

We did get foods though, that is part of the party definition. Food was delivered, so we don't need to leave our room to get lunch. Actually, it is better that we don't even leave the desk. Then we can process one more while we were having lunch! The statistics of processing was written on the board. The person who processed most on that day gets a certificate. Yeah, that is right. We are children who behave well and can get a golden star.

We have reached the goal on the end of Wed already. But what does that mean? We can do 3-4 times more than we usually do. Does that mean that we were lazy? Or does it mean this is the proof that we didn't work hard enough? In any cases, We can never win.

妮妮

妮妮今天早上六点钟离开了我们。上星期六带他去打rabies,有个粗鲁的男人狠命的把妮妮的腿拽出来，妮妮在笼子里被吓得不断挣扎。带他回来后，就发现他的后脚趾被弄伤了。给他消了毒上了药。第二天发现他一直蔫蔫地在他最喜欢的摇椅上睡觉。我们还以为是因为他的腿的原因他不愿意走动。然后一直是趴着睡觉，换了几个地方。昨天晚上半夜起来给宝宝泵奶，发现妮妮趴在楼下。他一直没吃没喝，试图喂了喂，但还是不吃。。看他一瘸一拐地上了楼爬在我们卧室门口。我又给他的腿上了药，安慰了他一会就去睡觉了。

今天早上，我妈敲我们的门,告诉我们妮妮死了。我趁着睡意还盼望着这不是真的，可看到妮妮僵硬的身体，便知这已是事实..我觉得非常内疚，是不是我忽视了妮妮..因为最近新生的宝宝才三个星期，还有个需求比较多的狗狗要照顾。

之后叫兽医作了检查，被告知肯定不是脚伤的原因，也不是对疫苗过敏。妮妮的心脏有问题，有可能是先天的，也有可能是后天慢慢形成的。兽医的猜测是本来心脏有问题，加上打疫苗时的stress导致的..

可怜的妮妮，他一直都非常的乖，从来不惹麻烦。我再后悔没早点带妮妮去兽医那里都没用了,屋子里只剩下回忆...

I am really sorry, Nini. We all miss you. Wish you rest peacefully in heaven.

Mom

Surprise Party

I have started using the gifts I got from the baby shower. I used to think that picking gift is waste of time. The gift card should be the most practical way. In the baby shower, I also received a gift card with a long list of initials of contributors. I have used up the gift card, and also forgotten the initials. In comparison, I can remember every face whenever I see the gift under the baby crib. From now on, I decided that I will start to picking gift instead of buying gift card. 

But the warmest memory is the suprise party itself. Even though I knew it was a party for me 5 minutes before I went into the conference room ( It was too obvious that no one in the building anymore), I was filled up with happiness by seeing a full room of people. Thank you, MRS, JC and JY. 

Life is full of memories. Creating happy memories is to build a sweet life. 

The most beautiful sound

Every mom has unique birth story about their baby boy or girl. I have been waiting to have my own story "forever". At least I thought it was forever. Every second seems like a hour. My doctor kept telling me that my baby will be too big to be natually born.  But I don't want to believe him. I couldn't count how many times I have preyed that "please let me in labor now, please let me give a natural birth to her". 

I was thrilled that I had contractions before the schedule induction date, and later I wanted to cry when I lied in operation room waiting for C-section. Until I heard the first baby cry. Well, I still wanted to cry, but the emotion was totally flipped. Suddenly I was relieved, and feeling proud. My husband was busy in taking pictures and showing me the pictures. I coundn't care anymore. 

I have heard the most beautiful sound in this world. 

Following sound is also beautiful, but not most beautiful, :)

Pink

Sunday afternoon, bright and sunny, like my mood. I have accumulated a lot of stuff for my expecting baby girl. Pink crib bedding, pink baby clothes, pink receiving blankets. Everything is in pink. I remember my friend's 3 years old daughter Emily's soft sweet voice :" I like pink and hello kitty".  Everytime I go shopping with Emily, eventhough I know what her answer will be, I still ask :"Which one do you like?". She will reply in the answer I never get bored with :"The pink one". But I couldn't enjoy the happiness of the pink purchase for her, at least not much. Her mom has filled her room with Emily's choices.  Since then, I started to picture my daughtor's wardrobe and room.... 

Now, touching the pink crib sheet, it feels so real. Folding tiny vests, I think I can see my girl's round smiling face. How exciting. Maybe I am too excited.. I start to lose my patience. How come there is still a month? I want to be able to spoil her right this moment!