It's an old journey I wrote when I found I was pregnant. Now my son is two year old, how time flies away!
My dearest dear,
I have been half hoping for and half dreading your arrival. Am I a
good mother? Will you love me? Will you feel happy to be brought
into this world like that? A thousand questions have flowed into my
mind, and i don't have the answers.
To have you growing inside is a wonderful journey, but also it is a
great challenge to me. It is like somebody put a fragile life into my
hands, and i have to hold it with extreme care everywhere at every
moment. I want to take care of you so much that sometimes it would
engulf me in a sudden wave of unbearable fear.
Yesterday I went to the hospital for my first check. All I want is to
confirm that you are OK, that you are healthy and nothing went wrong.
But when I went into the overcrowded hospital, when i saw so many expecting mothers streamed into the rooms, somehow I knew my simple expectation might not be fulfilled easily. My doctor, a nice old lady, gave me too minutes rough exam and told me:" Yes, you are pregnant. Be careful in the first three month." "I suffer from irregular heartbeat, does it effect...." My quick and eager enquiry was cut short immediately:" Ask a cardiologist for advice." That's it, that's all i got. And the doctor went for the next one. My dear, I'm sorry to bring you into this world at this time. Baby Boom, that's the words they used. So many parents want a "Golden Pig Baby", which double even triple your peers. "Golden Pig Year" doesn't mean good luck, it means less care and high competition. My dear,
Be Strong. And so am I. I wish i would be stronger for you. Life might not be easy for your generation, but don't be afraid. I will be always there for you.
Your sincere
Mum