One more week

One more week…One more week…I cannot predict what will happen next week. Can I manage the baby well? Can I be a good mother? Can I bear the night feeding and the breast feeding? Can I be slim again? Everything is unpredictable. Everything is new to me.

Also, I am extremely afraid of the anesthesia. I was told that it is painful. I am afraid I will faint in the operation room or I will run away.

I am very fat now. According to the doctor, my baby is 5lbs only. Richard wants her to be fatter so he buys me birds' nests and cooks them for me every day. Thanks my baby, because of her, I can taste high quality birds' nests.