At seven or eight o'clock in the morning, my husband arrived at the Chinese medicine hospital, he did not go home, but went straight to the hospital, and he put his suitcase under Ya's bed. The younger siblings saw that their brother-in-law was coming, and the elder sister was taken care of and went back temporarily.

My husband took Ya to the breakfast shop opposite the hospital for breakfast. Ya ate a bowl of millet porridge and two small buns.

The weather was fine, the sun sprinkled its loving light all over the earth, the sky was blue, and the white clouds drifted leisurely, like fairies waving their wide sleeves and singing and dancing. The branches of the trees on the sidewalk danced lightly, and the birds chirped merrily in the branches, and the sound was full of novelty. suddenly thought of Yu Shinan's "Yongfeng":

Dance with light sleeves, and sing around the beam.

The moving branches produce chaos, and the flowers are blown to send incense.

Ya didn't feel a stomachache at this time, and she and her husband walked into the hospital. The hospital was huge, and Ya didn't want to go into the ward, so she and her husband walked back and forth along the tree-lined paths of the hospital. She hopes to make the birth smoother by moving around more. She remembered the time when she gave birth to her daughter......

Her husband arrived the day before her daughter's due date, and Ya didn't feel the imminent due date at that time, thinking that her daughter might delay her birth by a few days because she didn't feel any major discomfort. It was October, neither cold nor hot, and the sky was clear, and the sun was becoming more joyful and mild because of the longing and longing in people's hearts.

Maybe because she hasn't seen her husband for a long time, Ya has a sense of novelty of reuniting after a long absence, talking and laughing with her husband happily shopping, going to supermarkets and shopping malls, looking at toys, looking at children's clothes, and buying things you want to eat. She didn't go back to eat with her husband at noon, so she ate at a snack bar on the street, and then the two continued to go back in the evening.

At twelve o'clock in the evening, Ya began to feel that her stomach was getting tighter and tighter, and she continued to sleep, but this feeling became more and more obvious, and the time for this labor pain to come was getting shorter and shorter. Ya felt very wrong, she said to her husband, "No, am I going to give birth?!" She got up with her husband and took the package that had been prepared, which contained the children's clothes, diapers, and Ya's clothes to be washed.

When she got to the first floor, Ya entered the house and told her father that she was probably going to give birth, and her father drove the old electric motorcycle out and then took them to the hospital.

It was dark, a few stars blinked lonely eyes in the sky, and the wind was a little cool. That hospital was not far from home and was there quickly.

Ya and her husband went to the obstetrics and gynecology department on the second floor, and the doctor let Ya enter the delivery room for an examination. It didn't take long for the doctor to say that Ya had already opened 5 fingers, and another female doctor next to her said, "She has such a big belly, can she give birth?" Do I have to have a caesarean section? ”

Ya shook her head and said, "I don't want to have a C-section." Another female doctor said, "Where else do I need to have a caesarean section?" She's already opened her five fingers. ”

Ya thought that there was still half the distance between the five fingers, and soon, Ya felt that there was no feeling of falling. The doctor shouted, "I'm going to give birth soon!" I'm about to give birth! ”

"Push down! Push down! ”

Ya held her breath and forced. "It's downward force, not stomach force!"

Ya gritted her teeth and pressed downward.

"Wow---" After a force rushed out, the baby's cry sounded, and Ya felt that her whole body was paralyzed. The doctor called for the husband to come in and carry the baby to him.

Ya thinks that the whole delivery process is not very painful, from the time of arrival at the hospital to the birth of the child, it takes about two or three hours. It may have been a day of walking, which accelerated the process of smooth delivery. Or maybe the child knew that his father was coming, and he was anxious to see his father, so he mobilized all his strength to break free from the small family in the womb and want to throw himself into the arms of his parents.

Ya lay on the operating table and infused two bottles of liquid before being carried back to the ward by her husband. The husband said that his daughter was very strange, other children were born with their eyes closed, but this daughter kept staring at him with wide eyes, and he was so hairy that he even wanted to run away.

The next morning, my sister and sister also came to visit Ya in the hospital. My daughter's face was very red, and the skin on her body was also red. One day in the hospital, my daughter had been sleeping, and Ya and her sister were still a little worried, and my sister ran to ask the doctor: "Doctor, why are our children so red-faced, why are they always sleeping?" "The doctor said that babies are like that.

This daughter is different from many small babies in that she has big eyes and can stare at people, and a big feature of the daughter is that she was born with very long, dense and dark hair, as if she was wearing a wig. Her skin was very red, red from face to body, there were a lot of black fluffy hairs on her ears, and there was also a layer of black hair on her hands, like a little hairy child.

Ya asked the doctor with some concern: "Doctor, why do my children have so many little black fluff on them?" ”

The doctor smiled faintly and said, "This is fetal hair, it will fall out after a while." On the morning of the third day, Ya decided to be discharged from the hospital, and it was the hospital car that sent them back, and Ya gave the driver a red envelope, which is said to be customary. It's good to have a smooth birth, Ya who gave birth to a child doesn't have to stagger with a shy stomach anymore, and can finally walk briskly again, and her suddenly relaxed body makes Ya's mood lighter.

The daughter loves to cry very much, and the crying voice is very loud, Ya was originally a child born smoothly, and she didn't feel any discomfort in her body. But after half a month, she felt that she had fallen into low back pain, not only low back pain, but also her legs began to hurt. Because my daughter always loves to cry, she cries during the day and cries at night, and she has to hold her for a long time at night. As soon as she cried, Ya picked up her clothes and fed her, so that her waist was exposed, and every time she finished feeding, Ya touched her waist from hot to cold, and there was an indescribable worry in her heart.

It's not that my daughter doesn't cry when she's full, she seems to be very insecure, and she always has to hold it, otherwise she will cry again. Ya had no choice but to hold her and keep walking, patting her gently with her hand as she went, and humming in her mouth: "Little baby - go to sleep - little girl - go to sleep - ", humming and singing until she fell asleep.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and my daughter's diapers are simply useless. My husband bought a stove with a chimney, bought several iron cylinders for cigarette brine, made a round hole in the window pane of the door, stretched out the chimney, and bought hundreds of briquettes to stack under the eaves of the door. My husband made a round iron cage with iron wire and covered it on the coal stove, and the washed diapers were put on the iron cage to bake, so that the dried diapers were barely enough for his daughter to use at night.

The inside of the house has become warm because of the stove. Ya had seen a stove used by the people there in the south, with a core in the middle, which could burn coal or wood. The stove top is one with the stove body, and the stove surface resembles a small square table, which is usually painted in a festive red. There are also rungs under the table top where you can bake rags, towels, insoles, socks, etc. Usually boiling water, cooking, stir-frying, are also carried out on the stove, when eating, the family sits around the stove, a few plates of meat and vegetable dishes, a bowl of steaming soup, everyone with a satisfied and happy smile on their faces, that kind of beautiful scene can not help but envy. After eating, clean the table, put on the fruit plate, mostly peanuts, melon seeds, oranges, etc., pour a few tea, the house rises with the warm smell of fireworks in the world, probably the lonely fairy, fox monster is also envious of the warm scene in this world.

At that time, Ya's heart was full of envy, and she thought: When he returns to his hometown one day, he must also set up a stove like this, how pleasant it is to sit around the fireside! Tie your apron, make plates of delicious dishes, fill the stove around, simmer a can of fragrant chicken soup or pork rib soup or healthy porridge in the middle, the family sits around the fireplace, talks about wine and hemp, what a happy family life scene! It's intoxicating to think about.

In fact, in the cold northern winter, there should be such a stove, but what you see is mostly the furnace body and chimney, and the lack of a stove surface for a happy life.

In Beijing, Ya saw that many families also use this simple stove and chimney, and it is good to use air conditioning, but after all, it is too electricity-intensive, and it is somewhat impractical for many families with thrift as the dominant ideology. Although the stove is small and simple, it also contributes a lot. There is no stove top, so there is less abundance, but the footprint is small, which saves space. Perhaps northerners are not as laid-back as southerners, and they are not as particular about life as southerners. Northerners often put all kinds of dishes together to make a big pot of dishes with all the color and flavor, and the family eats happily. Southerners will take the trouble to stir-fry a plate of dishes and make a beautiful soup at a meal, and their eyes will feel that it is already hearty.

Ya has never been to the cold and frozen northeast, but under the sunny winter sun in Beijing, the cold winter wind is raging, and the face of the person is like a knife cut. The small stove in the house makes people feel like a sun, and on a cold winter night, this small stove gives people a lot of warmth. Ya also has a time when the fire is extinguished at night in Beijing, when she turns on the electric blanket, her body is hot, but her head and face exposed outside the quilt are cold and painful, and her cold head is hot and dry, this experience is frustrating.

My daughter's diaper was washed during the day and baked on an iron cage, and the flames made it rise in wisps of white smoke. This stove is purely used to bake diapers, and it is enough to bake during the day and at night, and the amount of urine excreted by a baby who is purely drinking milk is so amazing in one night. Isn't there less of a day? In fact, there are as many as that, but because my husband washed and dried and baked in time, it didn't seem to be as much as at night. Cooking is not done on the stove, but on the liquefied gas stove in the kitchen.

My husband went back after serving Ya for a month, after all, this is Ya's maiden home, and he always feels uncomfortable. Ya was left alone to take care of her daughter, and Ya was obviously much more struggling. The crying daughter squeezed Deya almost didn't have much leisure time, and while her daughter was asleep, she hurried to wash diapers, wash clothes, and cook. Or take advantage of her daughter's sleep, and she will also sleep for a while. But her daughter rarely seemed to sleep, she was always crying, and she was used to holding her or swaying her.

Ya was tired, so she put her in the small cart, and as soon as she cried, she pushed the cart back and forth, pushing and pushing her daughter and falling asleep. As soon as she closed her eyes, her daughter began to cry again. Ya had no choice but to start pushing again, and so on, but Ya was very tired, especially when she kept holding her daughter at night, she felt that she had never had a good rest.

Two months after such days, one day at noon, Dad called Ya downstairs to eat, Ya walked between the second and first floors, and suddenly couldn't move her legs, and her legs hurt so much that she couldn't lift them. When Dad saw Yaya's cracked mouth, he was surprised and asked, "What's wrong with your leg?" ”

"I can't walk anymore, my legs hurt, and I can't take a step." Ya said with a crying voice. Dad hurried upstairs and pulled Ya down.

"I guess it's a cold, it's a postpartum wind." Father said.

After that, my father drove his electric tricycle and took Ya to a private clinic in a nearby township where he saw a well-known gynecology doctor and grabbed ten pairs of Chinese medicine. Ya used a special medicine jar to boil medicine, and after ten pairs of medicines, her father took her to catch it. After taking medicine for more than a month, Ya's back pain and leg pain have been much lighter.

Before giving birth to a daughter, Ya sometimes kept a diary and wrote down the feelings of the day, but not every day, but jumpingly, remembering it when she thought about it, and putting it aside if she couldn't remember. Ya usually writes some casual feelings, and the casual words make her feel comfortable and happy, so that the block in her chest will collapse and flow away, and there will be no depression in the heart and no rain will be solemn.

There are many diaries on Ya's bookshelf, and she often opens solemnly, writing about a certain year, month, and day, but she has hardly written a complete one, and there are always a lot of blank pages left. But there is a thick diary that resembles a straight line of manuscript paper, but it is full of writing from beginning to end, and its cover is earthy brown brown paper. It was a daily routine and perception recorded by Ya in the month before giving birth to her daughter, and it completely recorded the daily life of the month before the due date. Ya will look at it with interest in her spare time, and it is not as scrutinized as Ya's solemn words.

With a frank transcript, Ya seems to have returned to the month before that daughter came to life......