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In the delivery room, Xia Meng can often see the scene on TV, and when he comes in, his whole thinking is paused.

Giving birth to a child was a woman's ghost gate in ancient times, and many women died innocently in the succession, dystocia, and various emergencies......

The level of modern medical care is much developed, but there is also some news that the dog is so bloody that one of the two is to survive the death of adults.

She cherishes her life, so she trusts her husband more.

Because in case the lottery ticket is in the production process, there are some unthinkable situations. Her husband is better than her mother, who will be stupid and lose her judgment, but he won't.

I thought very safely, but I ignored the pain.

It really hurts, and it hurts so much that she screams out of her mind. There seems to be something stirring in the stomach, wave after wave, without giving people respite.

Han Dong sat beside her. If you want to hurt her, the key can't be replaced.

He smiled: "Don't shout, it hurts so much!"

Xia Meng couldn't wait to bite him to death: "You bastard, last time you experienced labor pains, tell me it doesn't hurt......"

"How can it not hurt, not to mention that it is afraid of scaring you. After the experience, I had a terrible stomach all day. ”

Xia Meng also wanted to laugh, but couldn't help crying.

Her spirit has been stretched to the extreme, and her speech, words and deeds are no longer controlled.

As loud as it is, say it as loud as it is, intermittently.

Han Dong's words are clear and his thoughts are clear, and he still stimulates her easily: "When someone else gives birth, even the hospital doesn't use it...... When my mother was pregnant with me, she didn't have time to go to the hospital and asked a neighbor's aunt to deliver the baby. ”

"You're in a much better environment, and you're miserable. ”

"I want to kill you!"

"It's not your turn to kill, if you can't give birth to a child today, Aunt Gong is waiting at the door with a knife. ”

The midwife's doctor was a little distracted and rolled his eyes: "Eh, little handsome guy, it's okay to say something else! Your daughter-in-law is suffering here, and she is still gloating......

She told Han Dong to help encourage pregnant women, but there was too much nonsense.

"Eldest sister, you don't know how annoying she usually is, and she always wants to beat her up. Today is the child who can't see it, help me breathe. ”

Babbling and communicating.

I don't know how long it took, but the baby's faint cry resounded through the delivery room.

Han Dong was like a world away, and before he had time to take a closer look, the doctor hurriedly took out the child who was so small that it was sad. Five o'clock in the afternoon.

Xia Meng seemed to have used up the strength of his life and collapsed on the delivery bed.

Han Dong carefully wiped her neck, the sweat on her face, lowered his head and kissed her on the eye: "Awesome!"

Xia Meng struggled to open his eyes: "Han Dong, you remember it for me." I will never have a second child in my life......" Her eyes warmed up: "I was really born for you and my mother, you have to be good to me in the future, and you can't always be against me...... Moving back with me......"

Han Dong was distressed and amused: "After serving you, it was hard to talk about it, and you didn't forget to set me up." ”

Xia Meng's voice was hoarse, with a crying tone: "Do you agree?" ”

Han Dong thought for a few seconds: "I promise!"

Xia Meng pursed his lips: "Don't lie to me." ”

"What are you lying to. If you live happily, you can live, and if you don't live happily, you can move, and it's not a big deal. ”

While chatting, the nurse finished cleaning up and pushed Xia Meng to the ward.

Han Dong saw Gong Qiuling at the door and glanced at her: "You accompany Xiaomeng, I'll go see the child." ”

……

The smooth production is worth rejoicing, but after Han Dong took over stacks of medical agreements, that joy was gone.

The child is very weak, and he has not been able to take a proper look at it except for signing.

Busy and busy, patients go back and forth.

The sky was quiet in the blink of an eye, and occasionally a few cries of newborns added a bit of humanity to the hospital.

Han Dong went to look at his wife, who was already asleep, and walked outside to the window and lit a cigarette.

When you are busy, you can think less about things, and when you are free, your thoughts always drift to the weak baby in the incubator. The skin is not wrinkled, and it is not clear who it looks like, and the fist is like a larger bead, clenched and bound by straps.

The hands, feet, and whole body were imprisoned and motionless. In a special incubator, like a small intensive care unit, you can't hear your voice when you cry.

The impact of not being born is different from that of being born, Han Dong thinks that it can be good, and there should be no mistakes at all. After not suffering such a great sin, the doctor came to tell him all kinds of bad things......

He was already numb to listening today.

Han Dong even regretted that he had shed her in Haicheng earlier, and there were no such big twists and turns as today.

Miscarriage is also a life, but it is unconscious. And when it is born, it has joys, sorrows, and sorrows, and it knows that it is uncomfortable, so when it can't move its hands and feet, it cries at the top of its throat, and has no strength to break free from the restraints.

The cigarette burned his hand, and he extinguished it in the ashtray on the window table. There are footsteps behind him, it is Gong Qiuling.

"Xiaodong, can you eat something......"

"I'm not hungry. ”

Gong Qiuling stopped talking and looked at his back: "Yes, I'm sorry." I didn't take care of my own daughter. She was born prematurely, blame me!"

Han Dong turned around and leaned against the windowsill: "Aunt Gong, don't say that." You are the most distressed about your daughter, and you are the most uncomfortable person who can't take care of you. So next, you continue to love your daughter, and I am responsible for my daughter. ”

Gong Qiuling didn't dare to look at each other, and handed over the lunch box in her hand: "You always have strength to do something, how can you do it without eating." ”

Han Dong took it and put it on the window: "Is there anything else?"

"You, you've eaten and gone to sleep in the Little Dream Ward. She has a spare bed, I'll keep an eye on the kid here, and I'll call you if there's something to do......"

"I believe no one, but I believe in myself. ”

Gong Qiuling's eyes were rosy: "Xiaodong, don't be like this." ”

"Then what do you want me to do? You can't take care of the adults, let me believe that you can take care of the children." ”

After steady, he said: "It's not about holding anyone accountable now, there's no point." If you really don't want to go, take care of Xiaomeng, I can spare my energy to stay in the hospital and wait for the child to be safely sent out of the incubator!"

Gong Qiuling's voice was low: "Xiaomeng can be discharged from the hospital in two days." But the conditions here are not bad, I want her to stay for a while longer, to be discharged from the hospital, and let them be together!"

"Whatever you want. ”

"Then don't forget to eat, I'll come back to pick up the lunch box later." ”

Han Dong listened to the footsteps and faded away, and lit another cigarette.

He had a bunch of explosives hidden in his heart, and when he looked at the child, he was close to exploding. Premature birth, the doctor said it implicitly, but the fact is that it was made, the wife did it, and the mother-in-law couldn't figure it out.

As the father of the child, he also has responsibilities.

His responsibility was not to be by his wife's side during her pregnancy. Living in the home of a woman who owns a villa, she still thinks about dignity.

In fact, dignity is worth a fart, he knew that today, not to mention nine months pregnant, he can endure nine years.