"Ah, it's so small." Early in the morning he was woken up by my wailing.

"What's wrong, what's wrong?" He nervously ran into the bathroom.

"It's okay, it's just small." I looked down at the muddy lumps in front of me.

"Yo, it's through, it's not going up." He reached out and shook it, crying out happily.

"Yes, it's not going up, but it's not big." It's a shame that it only lasted 24 hours.

"Be content, how many people don't even reach your size." He looked at me and rolled his eyes.

"I'm awesome, I'm breastfeeding myself." I looked up at him proudly and smiled.

"Yes, you're much better than 'eighty thousand'. He replied with a smile.

"Hmph, what a broken machine, I have to ask the nurse why "eighty thousand" is useless. "I was furious.

"You tell others well, don't worry about the white face." He instructed uneasily.

"I know, I'm a mother now, I can't scold anymore, I want to set an example for the baby."

"It's good to know." He patted me on the head.

I didn't wait for the nurse to come, the doctor came first. I can be discharged from the hospital today, so I wrote a thank you note last night.

"How does it feel?" Dr. Chan is always so warm and warm.

"It's good." I smiled.

"That's good. After a while, the pediatrician will be arranged to see the baby again, and we will also say some precautions by the way, and if there is no problem, you can be discharged from the hospital. ”

"Okay." After saying that, I handed over the thank you note with both hands. "Thank you very much, thank you."

Dr. Chan took it with a smile, patted me on the shoulder, gave me some advice, and left.

"Sister, are you still blocking milk?" The roommate in the next bed asked.

"It's not blocked, I'll knead it myself."

"I'm starting to block the milk, it's so uncomfortable." She spoke with a crying voice.

"You squeeze it yourself, and then use the breast pump more." Her baby was not with her and was sent to the neonatal unit as soon as she was born. I don't dare to imagine, such a small person, born prematurely and congenital heart, will he be full of tubes, will he be lonely, will he miss his mother? While feeling sorry for her, I am very happy. Thankfully, my baby didn't have the problems found during the pregnancy test, and God still favored me.

"Look how good the 18 beds are." While I was in a daze, the nurse walked in.

"It's nothing, just fold it yourself." He smiled resinfully.

"By the way, I have two questions." I seized the opportunity to ask a question.

"Why is this '80,000' not easy to use?"

"Why doesn't it work?"

"I can't suck milk."

"Your milk is clogged together, so you just can't suck it out."

Well, I'm barely okay with that.

"My beans were sucked up, it hurts, and the mutton fat cream is also smeared, why don't I feel that the effect is obvious."

"Don't hold the x while you're breastfeeding."

"Isn't that blocking the baby's nose?"

"No, it won't. You pick up the x, and that bit is just rubbing the baby's palate, and it will definitely be worn out. Don't be afraid to block her nose, her desire to survive is stronger than yours. After the nurse finished speaking, she walked out with "80,000".

I should have asked earlier. Now that it's sucked up, it's too late to say anything.

"When will I be discharged?" I asked, in a loud voice.

"It's past eleven o'clock, and I'll send it to you when the formalities are completed." The nurse's voice grew farther and quieter.

"Lie down a little longer, I'll pack my luggage."

I lay on the bed and unbuttoned my shirt. The sides were worn out, the pain was unbearable, and it could no longer withstand the friction of the cotton cloth.

"Let's just bare-chested and bare-breasted." I said to myself.

"Daughter-in-law, the pediatrician is here." He stood outside the curtain and greeted me.

I quickly pulled over the quilt and pulled the curtain open.

"Baby's ultrasound."

There was a sound of rummaging.

"Isn't it nothing? Don't worry, but don't take it lightly and go home and observe. As long as you don't spit up too often and don't get angry, you'll be fine. ”

"Okay, thank you, doctor." My voice trembled a little with excitement.

"It's fine." He waved his hand and walked out.

"It's time to go home! Grandma drove to pick us up. "I was so happy with my baby in my arms.

"Is our mom going to prove it?" He asked as he packed his bags.

"It's on." In the past few days, the epidemic has been under control, and cross-district needs to go to the community to issue a certificate.

"What if I still can't get in?" He was still a little worried.

"Two scenarios. First, take refuge with relatives nearby. Second, find 120 and pull it back. ”

"Well, going to live with relatives is not a long-term solution. I really can't do it, let's find 120. ”

"Good. I really regret that we didn't drive here at that time. I sighed softly.

"Yes, I only considered the parking problem at that time, but I didn't expect that in just five or six days, the epidemic prevention and control would be tightened, and we would suddenly be in the lockdown area." He was also very remorseful.

"Our mom is calling." I quickly picked it up.

I hung up the phone and was half relieved. At the very least, she has overcome all obstacles, broken through many hurdles, and drove to the entrance of the hospital. It's up to us to see if we can drive home again.

"Why hasn't the nurse come to deliver the formalities yet?" I'm starting to can't wait.

"I'll ask." He walked out quickly.

"How?"

"The doctor hasn't ordered it yet." He replied.

Alas, the closer I get to discharge, the more anxious I become.

At 11:30, the nurse finally walked in. "18 beds, let's go through the discharge procedures."

Oh yes!

At 12:30, I arrived home unimpeded.

"I didn't even encounter any checkpoints on the road."

I slowly moved back to my bedroom step by step, lay on the bed, looked at the sleeping baby next to me, and my heart suddenly tightened: how can I feed such a small person?

"Shall you eat?" He filled a bowl and handed it over.

"There are so many, I can't finish it." My appetite has been bad for the last few days.

"What's the concern?"

"I'm a little scared."

"Afraid of what?"

"It's the first time I'm a parent, I'm afraid it's going to be a mess."

"It's okay, your husband is here. You want to be happy, positive. You see your husband being praised in the hospital. I've mastered the skills of feeding, changing diapers, and putting you to sleep, so don't be afraid. ”

"I'm not afraid of you." Although I was still apprehensive in my heart.

Upgraded to become a parent, a new life is about to begin.