Pictures of my Newly-Born Baby
By Jian Shuo Wang on 2007-06-10 15:09 · YifanIt has been exactly one week (7 days!) since I posted my last entry about the arrival of our baby. I believe everyone (especially experienced parents) understands what I did - the first week of the boy is too precious that I don’t want to leave him for a second. Today is the 8th day (one hour ago at 1:15 PM) for him, and I believe I should at least post some photos - a lot of people are asking for it - and share what I feel. How can it be possible for a blogger to skip this chapter?
Cute Boy
Yes. Let me confirm that the baby is healthy, lovely, and starts to be a little bit naughty (that you can hardly notice).
Here we go.
He smiles! Deep in his own small dream world (I am still wondering what’s in his mind now since he didn’t know too much about this world yet - I guess he only dreams about drinking more millk).
When he sleeps, he tends to lean his head to one direction - typically the side with window, and looks like deep thinking - hey, little boy, what you are thinking about?
He enjoys his own small world - the small bed (still too big for him). One day, he will walk to the outside world which he is now staring.
Look at this!
He is tired! He loves sleep! As long as he is not hungry, he falls asleep quickly, quitely, and sweetly. This expression is a sign that he is going to sleep in 2 minutes.
Look. He falls asleep shortly.
Sometimes he plays by himself - as if anything in this world has nothing to do with him - which is true.
He also cries, when something he doesn’t like happens. Currently, there are not too many things he doesn’t like. Taking him out of bath is one that he really doesn’t enjoy. As soon as we put on clothes for him, he is quite and happy as an angel.
Oh, my little darling. You are perfect, and I cannot thinking of anything that can makes you more cute, and sweet. I know everyone thinks his/her baby as the best in the world. I do feel so. I am so pround to have you joining me and Wendy, and we step into a three-person family hand-in-hand.
For more pictures I took these days, check here.
P.S. These days, Flickr.com was banned by the government, and people in mainland China may not be able to see the pictures above. Here are the snapshots of the pictures, and it links to the original site on flickr. I hope you can at least see these smaller pictures (it is hosted on my own server).
41 Comments
cute baby,I guess
George
and maybe you should do something to help the one who do not know how to visit these pics through proxy :)
Your baby is soooo cute & cuddly.... All the best & take care...
Congradualation!
He's so sweet ;-)
Congratulations
Elaine
enjoy your baby... You had made me remember why I want to have my own one later... hehe
love from Maria
Congradulations to your family, and your baby is so lovely. I am a relatively new mom and its definitly a life changing thing. There is an article I read a while ago by an Newsweek columnist and a mother that I found really great, and wanted to share it here. Its about being a Mom but i think it could apply to both parents. I hope its okay since its a bit long.
Enjoy the new chapter in life!!
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Anna Quindlen, Newsweek Columnist and Author:
"All my babies are gone now. I say this not in sorrow
but in disbelief. I take great satisfaction in what I
have today: three almost-adults, two taller than I am,
one closing in fast. Three people who read the same
books I do and have learned not to be afraid of
disagreeing with me in their opinion of them, who
sometimes tell vulgar jokes that make me laugh until I
choke and cry, who need razor blades and shower gel
and privacy, who want to keep their doors closed more
than I like. Who, miraculously, go to the bathroom,
zip up their jackets and move food from plate to mouth
all by themselves. Like the trick soap I bought for
the bathroom with a rubber ducky at its center, the
baby is buried deep within each, barely discernible
except through the unreliable haze of the past.
Everything in all the books I once poured over is
finished for me now. Penelope Leach., T. Berry
Brazelton., Dr. Spock. The ones on sibling rivalry and
sleeping through the night and early-childhood
education, have all grown obsolete. Along with
Goodnight Moon and Where the Wild Things Are, they are
battered, spotted, well used. But I suspect that if
you flipped the pages dust would rise like memories.
What those books taught me, finally, and what the
women on the playground taught me, and the
well-meaning relations --what they taught me, was that
they couldn't really teach me very much at all.
Raising children is presented at first as a true-false
test, then becomes multiple choice, until finally, far
along, you realize that it is an endless essay. No one
knows anything. One child responds well to positive
reinforcement, another can be managed only with a
stern voice and a timeout. One child is toilet trained
at 3, his sibling at 2.
When my first child was born, parents were told to put
baby to bed on his belly so that he would not choke on
his own spit-up. By the time my last arrived, babies
were put down on their backs because of research on
sudden infant death syndrome. To a new parent this
ever-shifting certainty is terrifying, and then
soothing. Eventually you must learn to trust yourself.
Eventually the research will follow. I remember 15
years ago poring over one of Dr. Brazelton's wonderful
books on child development, in which he describes
three different sorts of infants: average, quiet, and
active. I was looking for a sub-quiet codicil for an
18-month old who did not walk. Was there something
wrong with his fat little legs? Was there something
wrong with his tiny little mind? Was he
developmentally delayed, physically challenged? Was I
insane? Last year he went to China . Next year he goes
to college. He can talk just fine. He can walk, too.
Every part of raising children is humbling, too.
Believe me, mistakes were made. They have all been
enshrined in the, "Remember-When-Mom-Did Hall of
Fame." The outbursts, the temper tantrums, the bad
language, mine, not theirs. The times the baby fell
off the bed. The times I arrived late for preschool
pickup. The nightmare sleepover. The horrible summer
camp. The day when the youngest came barreling out of
the classroom with a 98 on her geography test, and I
responded, "What did you get wrong?". (She insisted I
include that.) The time I ordered food at the
McDonald's drive-through speaker and then drove away
without picking it up from the window. (They all
insisted I include that.) I did not allow them to
watch the Simpsons for the first two seasons. What was
I thinking?
But the biggest mistake I made is the one that most of
us make while doing this. I did not live in the moment
enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment
is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one
picture of the three of them, sitting in the grass on
a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer
day, ages 6, 4 and 1. And I wish I could remember what
we ate, and what we talked about, and how they
sounded, and how they looked when they slept that
night.
I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the
next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had
treasured the doing a little more and the getting it
done a little less.
Even today I'm not sure what worked and what didn't,
what was me and what was simply life. When they were
very small, I suppose I thought someday they would
become who they were because of what I'd done. Now I
suspect they simply grew into their true selves
because they demanded in a thousand ways that I back
off and let them be. The books said to be relaxed and
I was often tense, matter-of-fact and I was sometimes
over the top. And look how it all turned out. I wound
up with the three people I like best in the world, who
have done more than anyone to excavate my essential
humanity. That's what the books never told me. I was
bound and determined to learn from the experts. It
just took me a while to figure out who the experts were.
"
Congrates JS & Wendy.
:)
Once again, congratulations with the wonderboy !
Xiuying and Carsten
It's been a long time since i've visited your blog (and read your postings)- happened to do so recently as I'm planning for my 2nd trip to Shanghai (and Hangzhou) next month.
I'm extremely surprised and happy to read about the new member in Wendy and your family- CONGRATULATIONS! i love the pictures of your son (especially of the one where he's smiling in his sleep :) and i think he's just absolutely adorable.
oh! i heard that it's not good to use the flash when taking pictures of little children (because of light exposure, infra-red etc) but I think you've got that in mind as the pictures posted seem to have been taken in natural light.
once again, GONG XI NI!
can tell you are so proud.
congrats :)