There weren't many things to bring, so Xiaoqi put them neatly in the box and checked them carefully.

There are still 7 days before the due date, plus after giving birth, you will have to stay in the hospital for at least ten days, Xiaoqi thought about it and put a few more books in the box. Seeing that it was almost cleaned up, he slowly sat on the edge of the bed with his hands on his waist and gasped.

Since the fetus is 7 months old, she obviously feels more and more inconvenient to move, panting at every turn, sleeping at night, how to lie down is uncomfortable, especially in recent days, the calves and feet are a little swollen, and she feels sore and weak when she stands for a little longer.

"Ouch......"

After a while, the little guy kicked her hard again, kicking her so hard that she couldn't breathe for a long time.

Xiaoqi gently put her hands on her stomach, and the image of the fetus that she saw on the B-ultrasound screen during the day suddenly appeared clearly in front of her eyes. From the moment she left the hospital, she kept busy packing up, deliberately not thinking about the scene she saw at the time, but when she just stopped sitting with her busy hands to catch her breath, the scene of the day jumped into her mind uncontrollably, and her heart immediately felt a stirring pain.

From the day she knew she was pregnant, the place that the child occupied in her heart was growing day by day. For the first four months, she didn't feel anything other than vomiting incessantly.

However, when the first fetal movement was clearly transmitted, her heart fluttered, and it was then that she truly realized that a small life was being conceived in her body. From that day on, she could feel the presence of the fetus at every moment, and no matter where she went or what she did, she no longer felt lonely and lonely, because this mischievous little creature reminded her all the time that her presence could not be ignored.

But before today, this child had always been a vague imagination in Xiaoqi's consciousness, although she insisted on giving him prenatal education every day, listening to music for him, and gently touching him and comforting him when he lost his temper and kicked her in the stomach. But for Xiaoqi, he was just a bigger and bigger belly, and a small bag that bulged up from time to time.

When she saw for the first time today on the computer screen his image, his head, his hands, his feet, his body, a complete, living little life, he was eating his hands, slowly stretching his waist, lying comfortably in his little room and playing.

Her heart couldn't stop trembling, this was the little life that had been so closely related to her for more than nine months, her blood, her flesh, a part of her body, a living baby, he was her child.

At that moment, her heart began to bleed.

Tears blurred her vision once more, and this time, she didn't stop it, letting it flow like a flood that burst its banks.

For more than nine months, nearly 300 days and nights, she meticulously fulfilled all the terms of the contract, even if she vomited in the dark, she insisted on eating every nutritious food that the fetus needed, she went to the hospital on time to do pregnancy check-ups, participated in perinatal training, and gave prenatal education to the fetus every day.

She strives to be perfect in all of this.

She never thought (perhaps subconsciously she didn't allow herself to think about it) the fetus in her womb and her blood relationship, she put herself in a closed container, and all the thoughts and memories that were not conducive to the development of the fetus were locked up in the container.

For more than nine months, she persevered alone with a belief and completed the tasks she had to complete, hoping that after all this was successfully completed, she could get a new life, return to her old life, and continue her own life trajectory.

But today, when the baby appeared alive in her sight, the sensations of her body and the delicate state of the fetus in front of her became one, and the defense line in her heart suddenly collapsed, and the closed wall collapsed in an instant.

At that moment, she finally understood that for more than two hundred days and nights, her feelings for this child had long been carved into the bone marrow and seeped into the blood.

The fact that she was his mother could not be changed by anyone, that blood flowed from him, and his breath was connected to hers.

At that moment, she finally understood what it meant to be pregnant in October for a mother and her child.

Tears, like a surging river, rushed violently, as if they could no longer stop, flowing endlessly from their eyes.

She just sat there, weeping silently, her heart aching like a knife.

At this moment, she completely grew from an ignorant girl to a real woman, like a silkworm baby who has shed the last layer of clothing, and completed the evolution of a girl's heart.

Growth comes at a price, but the price is too great.

She let herself cry, for the child, for herself. Tears washed her cheeks, but they couldn't dilute the blood flowing out of her heart, her heart broke a hole, the pain was unbearable, the blood flowing out of the ground was thick, no matter how she couldn't stop it, as if she was going to empty her heart.