Doudou was born in December 1999. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The original due date was early 2000, but because the child was well developed and matured, my burden was very heavy, I could hardly sleep and rest, and the whole hip joint was like a dislocation.

You can't see your feet when you stand up, so you have to walk carefully.

Therefore, B ultrasound said that the child has matured, because the development is too advanced, and the fetal head is too large to give birth smoothly. We decided to opt for a cesarean section and want her to be born a day earlier.

There is also an anecdote about Doudou's birth: at about 11:00 the night before, we took our things to the hospital, walked on the road, felt that our stomach went down all of a sudden, and we did a check-up and stayed overnight.

The next day, my dad helped me go to the library to borrow a book in the morning, and before I came back, the doctor told me to prepare for the operation, saying that my cervix had opened a few centimeters and could not wait any longer!

As soon as my father returned to the hospital, the doctor asked him to sign the operation book, and before my father could understand, I was already wheeled into the operating room.

The hospital notified a power outage at 12:00, I entered the operating room at a little more than 11:00, first anesthesia, but I was not sensitive to the reaction of the anesthetic, the doctor increased the dose, I fell asleep, in my sleep in my mind a blue picture, then orange red, and then a touch of white!

Suddenly a loud baby cry woke me up from my sleep, I tried to open my eyes, everything around me was spinning, I tried to settle them, very hard, very hard! everything became clear.

I asked, "Is the baby okay?" "Okay!" The nurse next to me replied, and I asked again, "Is there a lot of bleeding?" and "Not much, more than 100ml." "When I heard the nurse say that it would be done soon, I closed my eyes and went back to sleep. After a while, I was pushed out of the operating room, and when I saw Doudou's father, I said, "It's like I'm dreaming."

When I returned to the ward, everyone carried me to the bed, and the doctor said, "The anesthesia is not over yet, and it will take 4~5 hours to wake up." "But I've been awake, I know who's coming in and out, what they're saying, I heard Doudou's father say to go to dinner first, and told a few female classmates to look at me, I was so helpless, I wanted my father to be by my side, but I never saw his shadow. After a long time, Doudou's father came back, and my stomach began to hurt very much, and I began to miss my mother and began to cry.

After a while, the nurse brought Doudou over, and I saw for the first time the life I conceived, a healthy and beautiful daughter!

Her face was round and her eyes were big, and she opened them all at once and hurriedly closed them, and the light outside stimulated her eyes, and although she must have wanted to see the world, she had always kept her eyes closed. The forehead and small face are all fleshy, and the head is large, and it can be seen that it is double eyelids. THE HAIR IS BLACK AND CURLY 5~6CM LONG, AND IT IS WRAPPED IN A SMALL QUILT THAT IS UNIFORM IN THE HOSPITAL.

The nurse told me that the child was born at 12:38 with a birth weight of 4,100 grams and a length of 54 cm. The nurse put her next to me and began to cry after a while, I had heard that newborn children have no tears, but Doudou was actually in tears!

The nurse brought milk, and Dad fed Doudou milk with a small spoon, and heard Doudou's small mouth sucking and chirping, and Dad was still coaxing while feeding: "Good, Daddy feed milk!" After a while, a small glass of milk was eaten. Then Doudou fell asleep contentedly.

It was in the evening of the next day, Dad went back to rest, not long after leaving, Doudou woke up from his sleep and cried loudly, I held her in my arms, still crying, crying for a long time, tired before falling asleep.

At night, Dad came to hug her in his arms, Doudou slept quietly, the child in the next bed cried at night, Doudou was woken up and began to cry loudly, Dad fell asleep on the side, so tired that he couldn't wake up. Running around for two days, my dad said the joints looked like they were broken. Those few days may be the most tiring days in Doudou's father's life - mentally and physically tired

Five days later, Doudou and I went home.

Doudou still eats and sleeps, and when he is hungry, he wakes up to find milk to eat.

The slightest noise will startle her, raise your hands up to sleep, help her put it down, and raise it again at once.

Her legs were coiled, and I tied them up with hospital straps. The little hands were clenched tightly, and I didn't know how to massage the child at that time, my body was very weak, and I sweated all day long, and when I woke up, my hair was wet.

Doudou began to wake up for a while, opened his eyes and looked around, it was very quiet, and the neighbors in the same corridor didn't know that Doudou had been born.

The little hands and feet are so small that I can hold the whole foot in my hands. The little ears were attached to the scalp, I gently pinched, and it didn't take many days for the little ears to stand up, and I looked at the position very well, so I stopped pinching, just gently massaged.

Get up at night to eat milk 2~3 times, I hear the child's voice and get up to feed, Doudou closes his eyes and eats with his eyes closed, 10 minutes to do it, and continues to sleep until the next time he is hungry.

There were a few times when Doudou was breastfeeding, I fell asleep, and while eating, I was bleeding, and I wet most of Doudou's little mattress. At 15 days, we watched it fun, so we deliberately made her cry, "hungry, hungry, hungry......" crying very loudly, crying louder and louder, coaxing, and not crying immediately after giving milk.

Doudou rarely cries.

For 28 days, I didn't sleep at night, and my little eyes were bright and bright to look around.

When the moon was full, my father went to talk to a few classmates and said that it was "adjusting thoughts", leaving only our mother and daughter at home, and I was more desolate in a foreign place, Doudou refused to sleep, and kept crying, crying until she and I were very tired.

I had a psychological trough crisis before I was one year old. I aim to cultivate Doudou's strength and independence, perhaps because I am not independent enough.

About a month later, Dou began to babble and talk, "singing and harmonizing" with others.

Doudou began to raise his head when he was more than three months old, usually lying on his back, sleeping flat on the back of his head, and it was fun to climb into bed and look up, with a pile of meat in his neck.

The next day counted four months, and on the last night of the third month, Doudou began to turn over, and when he turned over the second time, I took a photo as a souvenir.

Then he started rolling around on the bed and began to tear books and papers. I bought five little green shorts, and Doudou wore them all the time, and I always had the image of Doudou rolling around on the bed in those little shorts.

One night, Doudou was in bed, I turned around to get something, and when I turned around, I saw Doudou rolling on the side of the bed, I hurried over, and before I could do it, Doudou fell to the ground for the first time. The whole body was fleshy, and there were no injuries, but she and I were scared.