As soon as the baby was born, she was sent to the provincial maternal and child neonatal intensive care unit, and an agreement was signed that parents were not allowed to visit, and they were not allowed to inquire about their condition at ordinary times, and they could only ask the doctor about their condition from 10 to 12 o'clock in the morning on Tuesday and Friday. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

This week, on Tuesday and the 16th, I went to the 12th floor, waited in line to ask the doctor, waited from ten o'clock to half past ten, and couldn't see the doctor come out, so I could only call the phone number given by the hospital, and the phone was connected, and the doctor said everything was fine, and asked when I could be discharged, and said that I couldn't be sure, and I wanted to continue to observe. (I later learned that it wasn't the doctor who answered the phone, so I don't know who it was.) The doctor was a woman, and the person who answered the phone was a man. ）

My wife was discharged from the hospital on the 17th, after being discharged from the hospital, I thought about my daughter every day, always crying, yesterday (18th) I stubbornly asked for the relationship everywhere, and finally found a doctor in the provincial women and children.

After seeing the doctor, I was reprimanded by the doctor and asked, 'You don't know your daughter's transfer?

I was confused, so I had to ask what was going on, and then I learned that on the 15th, the baby had come out of the intensive care unit and could be sent back to his mother.

My wife and I were in the hospital at the time, in the Provincial Maternal and Child Department, the neonatal unit was on the 12th floor, and we were on the 11th floor, just one flight of stairs, but no one informed us about it.

Later, through the doctor introduced by this acquaintance, I found Dr. Li Jinchun, who was in charge of the bed, asked where the baby was now, asked her what was going on, and after some inquiry, he replied that at noon on the 15th, someone should inform us that we could take the baby, let the mother and baby be in the same room, and be discharged together, but I don't know which procedure went wrong, and no one notified us, and then, they forgot about it...... Forgot...... Forgot...... Forgot......

They transferred the baby to another doctor in the intensive care unit, Wu Ziqi, and asked me to go to Wu Ziqi for something.

When asked Dr. Li Jinchun if the baby could be discharged from the hospital, Dr. Li said that he could only find Dr. Wu Ziqi.

After I asked for Dr. Wu Ziqi's phone from the nurse, I dialed several times, but the phone was turned off, and when I called Dr. Li Jinchun's phone, it was also turned off, and I could only see a few nurses at the front desk on the 12th floor who didn't know anything.

I couldn't find the whereabouts of the baby, so I had to contact the doctor I had asked for before, and explained the situation to him with all kinds of words of thanks and trouble, but I was scolded again, saying that I was not innocent (Wuhan dialect, meaning sick brain), and then told me that the baby hung up the phone after being discharged from the hospital in the afternoon.

After encountering various walls and even being scolded, I was extremely angry and humiliated in my heart, but considering that the child was still in their hands, I was afraid that she would be abused and retaliated, so I could only endure this breath.

At eleven o'clock in the morning, I received a call saying that there was no problem with the baby (nonsense! it was no problem two days ago), and I went through the discharge procedures at half past two in the afternoon, and I said that I was in the hospital, but they said that they wanted to check the fee, and they could only handle it at half past two in the afternoon.

I waited in the hospital, and waited in the neonatal department until half past two in the afternoon, but, asking and asking, I didn't find the doctor who received the discharge procedures, no way, grabbed every nurse who could ask and asked, after being ignored again and again, finally a nurse picked up the notebook and inquired, and went inside to ask around, and came back to tell me that it was still checking the fee.

At half past three in the afternoon, when the fee was finally verified, I was given a slip and asked me to go through the discharge procedures.

The baby stayed in the hospital for six days, the first day cost more than 8,000, the second day more than 3,000, and the fourth day can be discharged, but no one notified the family, so the fifth and sixth days still continue to stay in the intensive care unit, the fifth day still costs more than 1,300, the sixth day and a half day cost more than 900, all of the details have 24-hour intensive care costs, it is conceivable that it is still charged according to the standards of the intensive care unit.

If you don't go through the discharge procedures and can't see the baby, you have to sign the list of expenses to confirm, and after signing and confirming, you can't find the hospital for the expenses.

In order to see the baby as soon as possible, take her home, endure all kinds of anger and humiliation in her heart, pay the money on the next floor, sign and confirm the list of expenses, go to the supermarket on the first floor of the hospital to settle the bill, go to the third floor of the hospital to cooperate with the restaurant to settle the bill (the hospital is directly used for baby consumption), get four orders and bring them back to the twelfth floor.

After handing over the list, another half an hour passed, and someone finally notified me to go in and pick up the child.

The passage to the intensive care unit opened and I was called in, and the child was in the hallway, looking at me with his eyes open.

All kinds of anger and humiliation in my heart disappeared the moment I saw the baby.

Or rather, melted by her gaze.

Just want to bring her home safely and get her away from this ugly place.

When I returned home, when I cleaned the child, I found that the vulva was full of feces, which had stuck to the skin and flesh and could not be washed off, so I carefully scrubbed it with a cotton swab for more than half an hour, only a small half of it was scrubbed, and I was afraid that she would not dare to continue, and I would try to see if I could scrub it off more tomorrow.

I pay thousands of yuan a day in the neonatal intensive care unit, including all kinds of nursing fees, and I don't know how the nurses inside clean it?

I'd love to complain about them, to get an explanation for all of the things above, even if it's just to get an apology.

But taking care of my wife who is in confinement, scrubbing her surgical wounds, cooking, feeding water, and taking care of the children to feed, my wife's arms can't be forced, I support her to feed, and I have to change the child's diapers, change clothes, wash the ass after, hold after feeding to avoid returning milk, and wash clothes......

Then, there is also the code word.

I can't be busy every day, and I can't talk about it.

The contradiction between doctors and patients is so big, and it is all the patient's reason?

As soon as the child was born, the parents were taken away after just one look, and they were sent to the neonatal intensive care unit, where they were monitored for four days.

These days, knowing that parents can't see their babies, how do you survive?

As soon as I saw someone else's baby, my wife couldn't help crying, when I mentioned my own baby, my wife still couldn't help crying, I just wanted to see her one day earlier, every time I asked the nurse about the condition, I didn't reply, but the baby was fine, but no one informed us!

The baby changed beds on the afternoon of the 16th, and no one informed us!

My wife's surgical wound is very painful, every day in the hospital, I only do one thing, that is, I keep milking, endure the pain of the wound, endure the pain of opening the milk, exhaust and squeeze out bags of milk, send bags of breast milk to the 12th floor, put it in the plastic basket that collects breast milk, fill in the previous bed number, who knows, the baby is not there for a long time!

I don't know where the breast milk that was sent went.

My wife endured the pain all day long, and maybe she was thrown into the trash directly.

What's even more disgusting is that once after I finished delivering milk, I was worried that the nurse would not send the milk in time for the baby to eat, and after two hours, I went up to look again, only to find that the bag of milk was still in the plastic basket outside.

In such a hot summer, if the breast milk is left outside for more than two hours, it will not be able to feed the baby! However, no one cares, ask the nurse, and impatiently tell you to put it in the basket, and no matter what you ask, you don't care.

You have made so much money from women and children, can you have a minimum conscience and put a freezer there to collect breast milk? Can you ask the nurse to put the breast milk out of the plastic basket and put it in the freezer in time?

People are doing it, and the sky is watching!

There are all kinds of other anger and humiliation, and I can't keep busy now, and I don't have time to go into details.

As a writer, I have no power or power, I can't do anything, I can't get anything back, I only have the keyboard in front of me, talk about these things, and let more people know their unscrupulous and shameless!

The only thing to be thankful for is that the baby is finally back with him and back home.

Seeing her, everything doesn't matter anymore.

The baby's photo is posted on the WeChat public account, and you can find it by searching for 'Obi Coconut' or 'aobiye2016' on WeChat.

Thank you brothers and sisters for your care and understanding these days!