"It's a son, it's a son..." a wet nurse cried with joy as she held the newly born baby.
Zhi Ning was utterly exhausted. Seeing the baby wailing and flailing his limbs, a tide of love surged in her heart. She wanted to reach out and caress the baby, but having no strength left, she could only shower him with adoring gazes.
After the umbilical cord was cut and the baby was washed and dressed in prepared infant clothes, they placed him in the small bed next to her.
The little baby had just come out of his mother's belly, unfamiliar and scared of the outside environment. Separated from the constant temperature of the womb, he felt a bit cold, his small body shivering slightly.
"Commandery Princess, he weighs eight pounds three ounces, eight pounds three ounces!" the wet nurse said, "Such a heavy little baby, no wonder his birth was so difficult!"
The baby's skin was smooth upon birth, fair and delicate, not wrinkled and red like other babies.
