December 29, 2200 Two days ago, at 10:40 PM GMT on Earth, Simone Walkerfield came into this world.It was a thrilling experience for me.I thought I'd lived through a series of huge emotional upheavals: the death of my mother, the gold medal at the Los Angeles Olympics, 36 hours with Prince Henry, and the birth of Genevieve in Tours hospital under the watchful eye of my father.However, all this is far from the joy and relief that Simone's first cry brought me when she was born.On Christmas Eve, I fell asleep and had a deep and vivid dream: I was walking by the pond in Beauvais, playing with my pet ducklings, as if someone was calling me, but I couldn’t tell The voice was only known to be a woman's voice.The voice said that the child would be difficult and that it would take all my strength to give birth to this second child.

On Christmas Day, we exchanged gifts we had quietly solicited from the Rama people.Thinking that Simone might be born on Christmas Day, I started training Michael and Richard so that they could deal with emergencies that might arise during the birth, otherwise they might not be able to help at all if something really went wrong busy. On this day we also discussed possible accidents, one of which was the birth of a child with a defect.A few months ago, when the unborn little girl was still swimming freely in my womb, I was sure that she was malpositioned.I thought for the last week she could turn around and be in the normal birth position, but after the first sharp contraction pain, her little head was pressed against my pelvis.But I was only half right. She did fall head first, but her face was facing up, facing my abdomen. If on earth, the doctor might have performed a caesarean section.

The final labor pains were quite severe and I yelled for Michael and Richard.Richard was of little help, he couldn't relieve my pain (which he later called "trouble"), and he couldn't even use the tweezers he got from the Ramas.Michael kept praying for God's blessing.The room temperature was very low, but Michael was sweating profusely following my incoherent instructions.He took out a scalpel from his bag and cut the incision wide, blood gushed out immediately.After hesitating for a moment, he finally succeeded in turning the child over so that it was in the birth position.

Both men screamed when the child's head emerged.I was worried that I would lose consciousness, so I endured the pain and concentrated on taking a deep breath.Another labor pain, I yelled, and Simone was born. Richard, the father, cut the umbilical cord for the child.Michael held up Simone and said to me tearfully, "It's a girl." He gently placed the baby on my stomach. I propped myself up slightly and looked at her. My first impression of Simone was that she was so much like my mother. I forced myself to stay awake until the wound was cleansed.After Michael sewed up my wound, I couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed.I was so exhausted that I spent the rest of the day in a daze, taking every time I could to sleep and rest.Simone was a well-nurtured child, compliant without barking or fussing.I didn't have enough milk when I gave birth to Geno Vieve, and I was worried that I would have the same problem.But as soon as I started feeding, my milk just kept pouring into my chest.Seeing the satisfied expression on Simone's face after breastfeeding, I feel extremely relieved.

Every time I wake up, I always see Richard or Michael by my side.Richard's smile always seemed forced, but even so, I was grateful for his rare smile.When I woke up, Michael would quickly put Simone in my arms or chest.When Simone cried, he would hold her lovingly and murmur, "How beautiful she is!" Michael has long predicted that our baby will be born on Christmas Day, which will be a blessing from God.With his usual geniality, he said that he believed that God gave us a sign by allowing our spacemen to be born on Jesus' birthday.My husband, Richard, laughed at Michael's religious zeal.

Baby Simone was placed next to me in a Rama cradle made of special soft material.She was just like my mother: dark skin, maybe darker than mine, dark brown eyes, and a small, pointy head.The current Simone is indeed not beautiful.Through this short-breathing, pink, tender little being, I saw her beauty.Indeed, Michael was right, she was lovely. Welcome, Simone Walkerfield!Welcome to this world!