Last night, I visited my friends Jessica and Min, and their newborn baby, Nicholas Apollo Xu (I know, I know, a bit much...). He was born, by the way, on MY BIRTHDAY (at roughly 10:30 pm). Thank god, because in a little over an hour, he would've been born on Girl's Day...
Nicholas is a cute baby. I couldn't decide if he looked like Jessica, or Min. I guess, as Jessica mentioned, his ears looked like Min's (big). He seemed quiet at first, until I started approaching him; then, he woke up and started making some clear cries. Min began singing a lullaby (some Beethoven tune), and miracle of miracles, he went back to sleep (or at least quieted down). Apparently, Min has been applying the headphones to the womb, so from now on, I suppose, classical music will remind Nicholas of a red-walled room from now on...
I may not have mentioned it, but there was a bit of a scare during the delivery. At one point, Nicholas's heartrate slowed dangerously. When I heard that news, I actually prayed... Usually, in those desperate moments, my prayers tend to sound more like threats, like: "God, if you allow this to happen, I will never believe in you again." As if He (he?) would ever care for the worship of a piece of turd like myself...
But it worked (because of, or in spite of). And now, I say, thank God.
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