With more force, she lifted up slightly, and saw the fleshy little thing on her leg, which was her child, her baby.

Is he okay?

The rain was falling from time to time outside, and you could hear the sound of the rain hitting the window, and it had been raining for a long time.

She wanted to see her baby, she wanted to hug him, and she wanted to know if it was a boy or a girl.

I don't know where the strength came from, she grabbed the sheets under her with all her strength, and even her left hand was a piercing pain.

Finally, she sat up, not even raising a finger, and the body didn't seem to be her own.

She looked down at the little guy, he was so small, so cute.

A little further down, it turned out that it was not him, but her, and she gave birth to a girl, a little girl.

Picking up the scissors she had prepared from the side, she always had a feeling that there was a great possibility that this child would be born here, so she had everything ready.

She carefully cut off the child's umbilical cord, hugged her tightly with the small quilt she had prepared, she laboriously picked up the little guy with her own hands, obviously without any strength, but she could pick up her child, a mother can really be great.

Obviously, her body couldn't move anymore, but all she wanted to see was her child.

Xia Ruoxin carefully held the child in her arms, she was not heavy, even light, because her nutrition could not keep up, so her child was destined to weigh very light, about four catties.

She gently touched the child's soft face, she remembered that the child had cried, although at that time she almost fainted in pain, it was the child's crying that made her sober.

Gently kissed her daughter's tender little face, the newborn child's skin was wrinkled and red, and she couldn't see the beauty and ugliness at all, but she had already seen her own shadow on her daughter's face. And the child moved his little lips, as if he wanted to get closer to Xia Ruoxin.

Suddenly, two droplets of water fell from the child's face, wetting her little face. And the child's small mouth seems to be flattened, and it looks like he is about to cry.

"Good baby, don't cry, mom is here, ......" She gently shook the child in her arms, carefully wiped the water droplets on her little face, she was not good, she shouldn't cry, scared her daughter.

And such a young child trembled her curly eyelashes, which were very similar to her mother, and fell asleep again when Xia Ruoxin's heart shook gently.

It wasn't until a long time later that she reluctantly let go of the child in her arms, in fact, she didn't want to let go at all, she was reluctant. I really want to hold her like this for the rest of my life and never let go.

She is her baby, her life.

Supporting her extremely tired body, she got out of bed with difficulty, and her whole body was in terrible pain, especially her left hand and lower body, she only needed to move slightly, and she would be in a cold sweat

She really didn't want to move, she didn't want to take a step, but when her eyes looked at the little ball of meat on the small bed again, she smiled again, with her, nothing mattered, and nothing hurt with her.

She got out of bed, walked step by step, and then boiled water, and every time she couldn't stand it, she would take a look at the daughter she had worked so hard to give birth to, and she could persevere.

Finally boiled a pot of hot water, usually she was reluctant to use it herself, she walked over, picked up the well-behaved little guy on the bed, and kissed her tender little face.