Days with Baby (Dad's Version)
On February 23, 2009, Bear became a father, and life has changed dramatically since then — completely different feelings, completely different mindset.
There is so much to say about Baby Bear, too many thoughts, that I cannot record them all in words.
When Baby Bear was still in the womb, I had the typical "ignorance is bliss" attitude. I let my wife handle the housework while I worked hard on business trips, without being a proper dad who made sure his wife rested and took care of the baby. It wasn't until I stood outside the delivery room that I truly felt the responsibility of being a father and husband. When Pig was in the delivery room in pain for 30 hours, calling weakly to say "help," I wept like rain. Scenes flashed through my mind from TV shows and novels — "save the adult or save the child." When I received Pig's text message saying "son," and when I first saw the baby being carried out of the delivery room, shaking his little head, all of Dad Bear's love began to pour onto Pig and Baby (as my wife would say, fatherhood had awakened). If I had truly had to choose between my wife and the baby, I could not have given up either; if I had to choose to save my wife or the baby, I would save my wife, because at that time her love meant more to me than the baby's.
During the day I cannot always be with the baby, but I hope to do my part at night. I can't bear to see the baby suffer even a little; because I care too much, when I can't handle the baby I get nervous and absent-minded.
Yesterday I happened to drive to campus and suddenly noticed the camellias in bloom, the magnolias in bloom, the cherry blossoms too. The teachers were starting to discuss going on outings. Bear is destined to miss this spring, because his heart is full of the baby.
Days with Baby (Mom's Version)
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On February 23, 2009, Pig became a mother, and life has changed dramatically since then — completely different feelings, completely different mindset.
There is so much to say about Pig Baby, too many thoughts, that I cannot record them all in words.
When Pig was pregnant with the baby, she had the typical "just give birth, don't worry about raising" attitude. She kept doing housework and working hard, without properly resting and taking care of the baby like a mother should. On the day Pig Baby was born, when Pig held the baby for the first time in her weakness, with the baby's soft body in her arms, all of Mama Pig's love began to pour into Pig Baby (as my husband would say, motherhood had burst forth). If I had to choose between my husband and the baby, I could not give up either; if I had to save my husband or the baby, I would save the baby, because little Pig Baby needed care so much.
These days I have been with the baby constantly. Because I care so much, I can't bear to see the baby suffer even a little; because I want to love so much, when I can't handle the baby I even feel frustrated.
Yesterday I happened to take a ride and suddenly noticed the camellias in bloom, the magnolias in bloom, the cherry blossoms too. Pig has missed this spring, because her heart is full of the baby.
