It was a beautiful day when I was being up to my ears in work, my sister was calling to inform me that she had born a son. OMG how wonderful it was! I couldn’t express my feeling at that moment, liked amazing, happy and full of emotion. Then I rushed to the hospital where I could meet my boy. However, I couldn’t do it because he had to stay in glass incubator. He was isolated with everybody for a week because he went to outside in advance nearly 2 months, thus his health was too weak. Finally, time for waiting finished, I could keep him inside my hands and say: “Welcome to the world, baby”. OMG, my little boy was so cute, liked an angel. He was so small, his eyes were naive and bright, and sometimes he smiled with us.
However, I have to say that growing a baby is not easy. My sister said that: “You must forgive a lot of your behaviors to accustom to consecutive alteration of the baby, especially in the first months of him. You never have a long and tight sleep because the baby can wake up anytime he wants to”. But all those difficulties don’t make sense versus amazing things which are brought by the baby.
Now my boy is 1 year old. He can realize his parent, his grandfather and me. Whenever he looks at me, he always smiles. And if I pretend to ignore him, he will shout loud until I pay attention to him. He can mimic some actions of my sister and likes to tease everybody. Can say that the appearance of him brings a lot of happiness to my family. He seems a motivation for my sister and even my whole family that try to make our life better.