met up with 2 old friends for dinner the other evening. actually, it was dinner with my 2 old friends and a baby. yeah, my friend's baby, Jean.
that friend of mine has already been mentioned on my blog before, i visited her last year in LA, on my Yosemite road trip, when she was there expecting for her baby to be born. cute pictures of us were also posted on that blog
well, this is the part that i didn't mention before. a few days after my visit, Jean was born. one month ahead of time, emergency cesarian, because there was too much liquid in her body.
that scared the hell out of my friend because the baby was immediately sent to ICU and the doctors sticked quite a handful of tubes in her little body in order to keep her alive.
it's scary how fragile a small life can be.
those days were the worst days that a mother can ever face: living under constant fear that your baby might leave you and this world anytime
fortunately, little jean pulled it out. and she's now 13 months old. it was my first time meeting little jean, and honestly, she was nowhere near what i had in mind. coz... that baby didn't look like a 13mo old at all!! she was... quite big! hahahahaha~~~ i would guess that that was an average size of a 2-3 yr old actually.
it was funny to see how my friend, still in her petite chopstick shape as usual, was pushing this huge baby cart along the streets. ok, huge compared to her size, but it look quite normal when i was pushing it.
my friends are still the same, same old care for each other, hence our meeting was still the same as well. except that this time, we had an active baby that was climbing up and down the table, running around the restaurant (thank god the restaurant wasn't crowded at all), and pulling everything she sees within her range. there was no minute of peace during dinner, yet we all enjoyed it. happy to see that my friends are doing ok, and even happier to see that little jean is healthy and ready to start her little life. there are some scars left on her body from the old tubes, but i am so proud of her wounds. they represent her courage that fought agaist death, her strive and longing for survival.
it's amazing how strong a small life can be
that friend of mine has already been mentioned on my blog before, i visited her last year in LA, on my Yosemite road trip, when she was there expecting for her baby to be born. cute pictures of us were also posted on that blog
well, this is the part that i didn't mention before. a few days after my visit, Jean was born. one month ahead of time, emergency cesarian, because there was too much liquid in her body.
that scared the hell out of my friend because the baby was immediately sent to ICU and the doctors sticked quite a handful of tubes in her little body in order to keep her alive.
it's scary how fragile a small life can be.
those days were the worst days that a mother can ever face: living under constant fear that your baby might leave you and this world anytime
fortunately, little jean pulled it out. and she's now 13 months old. it was my first time meeting little jean, and honestly, she was nowhere near what i had in mind. coz... that baby didn't look like a 13mo old at all!! she was... quite big! hahahahaha~~~ i would guess that that was an average size of a 2-3 yr old actually.
it was funny to see how my friend, still in her petite chopstick shape as usual, was pushing this huge baby cart along the streets. ok, huge compared to her size, but it look quite normal when i was pushing it.
my friends are still the same, same old care for each other, hence our meeting was still the same as well. except that this time, we had an active baby that was climbing up and down the table, running around the restaurant (thank god the restaurant wasn't crowded at all), and pulling everything she sees within her range. there was no minute of peace during dinner, yet we all enjoyed it. happy to see that my friends are doing ok, and even happier to see that little jean is healthy and ready to start her little life. there are some scars left on her body from the old tubes, but i am so proud of her wounds. they represent her courage that fought agaist death, her strive and longing for survival.
it's amazing how strong a small life can be
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