They give her a name, the name is "Shermaine".

They give her a name, a name that called "Shermaine". We have discussed about her for so many months and now we finally see how does this Shermaine really looks like. :) No more guessing, no need to crack your head to imagine anymore! She is right here in the world!

I wanted to pen this post gingerly and hopefully oneday it can still reminds me of every detail, even the trivial detail of how this beautiful beautiful baby come to this world and the joy it brings me. It is not my daughter of coz but my good friend huei fen's baby girl. And fen, I hope after 10 years when i read back this post, we are still good friend:)

The feeling is inexplicably complicated, a mixed of anxious, excitement and happiness, intertwined like the convoluted vines as seem the hangover after taken the extacy pills. I believe the parents felt the formidable joy more than anybody else. I had the similar excitement when ky delivered her baby a year ++ ago and now it is fen's turn. When it was KY's turn last year, she called me in the midnight and said she was in the middle of packing her stuff as she needed to admit immediately. I felt the exact worries and happiness that I felt now when fen smsed me in the midnight saying she needed to be admitted due to emergency case. To be true, my heart really skipped a beat but i was really anxious to see the little baby! Imagined that we have been waiting together with her for 8 months, seeing her tummy growing bigger and bigger and learning new parenting skill every day. At the moment like this, you just have to admit that life is a miracle, and love creates that miracle. It felt like yesterday that we knew each other, when everyone just graduated from high school. and slowly all of them were getting married, pregnant and having child.

I understand so little about how a mother felt in the past, i remembered so many times when i was in primary school until secondary school, whenever after lunch or dinner when everyone sitting at the round table, my mum will start to tell us on how painful the delivery process would be, and from her explanation, I believe it was an excruciating pain that is unbearable, but i dont quite get the meaning behind the story or figured how much joy we brought to our parents when they saw our little finger,and how much pain we caused them when we started to grow up and having the thought that we can do better without their guide and advice and we start to retaliate on every things they said, and everything they want us to do. ( but of coz, we have the time when we were right too!). and when i am at this age now, an age that if i were lucky, i might have 2 little rascals running around me, I started to feel even more for my old parents that they have been sacrificed too much for my brother, sister and me, especially my mum. Giving birth is the responsible of a mother, and you cant share this burden with the father, but the father can definitely share so much love to the mother. I looked around my friends and I am so glad that all the guys seem to know what to do and I really felt very happy for my girlfriends (except....)

I thank God for every good things that He makes it happens. Nobody says that this is a easy process, every little babystep is tedious but fen, you made it happened. I am so proud of you!