The day you were born seems to be yesterday, which is vivid and unforgettable. The first time I saw you, I haven't come down from the delivery bed, and the pain is still there. The doctor holds you in his hand like a small animal. She praised your big eyes, and I looked at you, which was novel and strange.
When you were born, you had thick hair. When you get out of the delivery room and go back to the ward, see you wrapped in a quilt and see how cute you are. I gave birth to a baby! I actually gave birth to a little guy sleeping next to me! The fatigue of production was forgotten, and I only felt excited. That sense of accomplishment may only be understood by people who have been mothers.
You don't like taking a bath in the confinement. By rights, you should be familiar with the environment in the water, but you seem to be scared and cry in the shower. But once you fell asleep, and you didn't wake up from washing your feet. Do you think you are a pig?
I really like the way you breastfeed, frowning like a puppy, and the way you try to breastfeed is so cute. But my milk is not good, you can't suck much if you suck hard, and you are anxious to cry. At first, I really wanted to cry with you. Later, after all kinds of lactation methods failed, I couldn't help but lose to milk powder.
You may fall asleep in the second month, but you are always shocked. In order to make you sleep well, I bought you a shockproof suit and wrapped you in it at night, just like a small zongzi. You must like the feeling of being wrapped tightly and sleeping soundly.
It's been two months, and your big eyes are getting brighter and brighter.
Before you were born, my mother read many articles about experience sharing. Most newborns in the article are like little demons. I made enough psychological preparation to meet an extremely difficult time. But after you arrived, I was surprised to find that you seem to be an angel baby, eating and drinking without crying or making trouble. When I woke up, I was playing with my little feet, acting like a clever boy.
What makes my mother particularly proud is that you still cry for me before going to bed at night. If my father can't coax me, I won't hug or cry. The feeling of being needed is so sweet.
After three months, you can hold your head high for a long time, and it may be easy to hold your head high and broaden your horizons. You especially like the way you lie down, and you have a sense of accomplishment.
At the age of three months, a bright smile has become your standard, so sweet that it makes people feel soft. I took a group of photos for you during the Chinese New Year and sent them to a circle of friends, which got a lot of praise. Mom's sister, your aunt, said that your smile is so charming that I don't know how many little girls will be captured in the future.
At that time, there were only two of us at home during the day, and your daily life was very regular, eating, playing, sleeping, eating and so on. You seldom cry, and I seem to have a tacit understanding. I have time to read books and draw pictures every day. During the months with you, I drew many sketches, colored lead and watercolors. I think I owe it all to you, my baby.
You've been brave enough to get vaccinated. When the doctor was about to give an injection, you looked at her curiously and looked innocent. When the needle went in, you still didn't respond. You didn't cry until the needle was pulled out. I put the pacifier in your mouth, and you stopped crying at once, but there were still wronged tears on your face.
In five months, the scab on your head slowly fades, the hair in the middle grows towards the sky, and the bangs in front are often divided into three. We laughed and called you a lovely version of Sanmao.
As the saying goes, sitting three times and sitting six times doesn't obey this rule at all. I can't turn over for three months, and I'm waiting for death for five months. You learned to turn over and sit down almost at the same time You can easily turn around in bed and have been sitting steadily for a long time.
When you are six months old, your height is a little higher than that of your peers. The doctor said that you are super tall and need to give you calcium supplements. You look more and more exquisite. Many people say you look like a little girl. Your hair is very long. I made it up for you. You really look like a little beauty.
At the age of eight months, you have become super fond of bathing, kicking your feet hard in the water. Seeing that countless splashes can splash, you will work harder. Your facial expression is so serious that we can't help laughing.
You don't seem to like climbing mountains very much. Just climb a few steps and sit down quickly. After sitting for less than two seconds, I began to climb again, climbed a few steps and quickly sat down and went back and forth.
Many children don't like haircuts. I cry when I cut my hair, and my parents usually sweat with anxiety. You don't hate cutting hair. You don't dare to move when the clippers are buzzing over your head. Therefore, cutting hair has become something that your father and I like to do.
You never let us worry about food. You have a good appetite, and so does your appetite. You eat meat, vegetables, eggs, porridge and staple food every day. Now watch us eat, and you will scream with anxiety. As soon as we saw you, you gave us a flattering little expression. We tear the steamed bread apart bit by bit and scatter it on your small dining table. You pick it up with your little hand and stuff it in your mouth with a satisfied expression on your face.
Your smile is strange. Once my aunt ate watermelon and moved a little too much, which made you almost laugh and finally fell on the sofa. I sent the video to Tik Tok and my circle of friends, which attracted countless praises.
Nine months later, you have received the first admission notice in your life, and you have started taking early education classes. At first, you were not used to it, so you were stiff. Now that you have become an active member of the class, climb up and hold hands and touch the little girl's face. As a little girl, you already know how to pick up girls.
Now you are more and more naughty, and you like hide-and-seek best. You stood in the crib, I squatted by the bed, let the crib fence block me, and you smiled and looked for me in circles in the crib.
Now you can say "mom and dad", but you don't know the exact meaning yet. Recently, you have learned new skills. You can spread your hands, stretch your arms and babble in your mouth, like a leader.
Every day before going to work, my aunt holds you and walks me to the door. You will hold out your little hand and wave goodbye to me all the time. When I come home from work, you will happily extend your little hand for me to hug.
But to my great disappointment, you are closer to your father than I am to you. As soon as I hid in my father's arms, as soon as I reached out, you stopped looking for me. Whenever this happens, your father can't help laughing smugly.
Baby, many times I look at the previous photos, my heart will shake. You grow too fast, and you change every day. What you looked like as a child will always be a memory. Every time I think about it, I feel very lost. I can only use countless photos and videos to preserve the pictures at that time. I hope you don't grow up so fast.
Time, you walk slowly, I want to warm and accompany my baby with all my love. The future can be expected, and we still have a lot to experience together. Thinking of this, we are happy and at ease. I will write a letter to my baby every year until he 18 years old.
Baby, the road ahead is long. Mom and dad accompany you.