My first Mother's Day

It was about 2 weeks after I had Alice, and she had a major operation. I was prepared to lose her but to my amaze, she survived. Then it was almost the middle of May and the Mother’s Day was approaching. It was my first Mother’s Day, and the last time I celebrated the Mother’s Day was 22 years ago just before my mum passed away. I had waited for a very long time for this Mother’s Day.
You can see this card in my blog, and it was a card made by the NICU team at the hospital. I burst into tears the second I realized what the print was. It was Alice’s feet. So small they were smaller than my baby fingers.

She was about 800g when this print was taken, 800g. She was lighter than a bag of rice. For most mothers on this planet, this year’s Mother’s Day was probably just another Mother’s Day, but it was my first and possibly my only Mother’s Day. Can you even imagine how I felt? It was difficult, but I had faith in the NICU team, and I definitely had a lot of faith in Alice. She was a real fighter, and she would respond to constant poking for blood sample as if she was being kissed. Even now I am still amazed by her ability to endure the pain that she had to suffer when she was so tiny. The poking would make an adult scream, but she hardly did. I am incredibly proud of her.

This is almost December, and I look forward to my second Mother’s Day in 2013, and many years to come. For all the mothers out there, let’s cheers for ourselves!