"Let's take the baby to the hospital in the afternoon." I said while crying.

"I think our treasure is fine, but if you are really not at ease, let's take our treasure for an afternoon trip." He comforted me.

How can I possibly be reassured? The baby spits up milk badly these days, and he has to cry from six o'clock in the evening to nine o'clock to fall asleep every day, and the small belly is bulging, and it knocks up "dong dong".

"It looks like flatulence, right?" This is the answer I found in Douyin four days ago.

"Flatulence? What's the solution? He asked, holding the baby.

"Drink probiotics, my best friend recommended Baiao to me."

"Buy, buy a few more bottles."

"A bottle of 680."

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"And it's only 10 milliliters."

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"That's what you should buy." He said firmly.

The probiotics arrived the next day, and the baby had been drinking them for three days in a row, but it had no effect.

"You're too anxious." He commented.

"Then it's a fact that she always spits up milk. And this morning, the baby made a fuss all morning, crying heartbreakingly, and every cry she cried was like a knife cut on my heart. "I couldn't stop crying.

"Don't cry, you can't shed tears in confinement. I don't want your eyes anymore. He comforted me anxiously while coaxing the baby.

"If you don't want it, you don't want it."

"What a stupid thing to say. You see that you haven't done anything in the past half a month, so you just cried. Crying while sitting, crying, crying, crying lying down, crying in various positions. He tried to make me laugh.

"I'm a waste of this month." I wiped a handful of tears and decided to be strong.

"When are you going to the hospital?" My mom pushed the door open and walked in.

"After lunch, I hung up the expert number."

"Okay. I'll just go with the child's father, you haven't been confined yet, stay at home. ”

How could I possibly stay still?

"I have to go, I'm the baby's big cow." I said firmly.

In this way, after lunch, the three of us went out of the house with the lemon baby in our arms and rushed to the hospital.

"Which office?"

"Clinic Four."

"How's the doctor?"

"It's amazing to see the introduction. National experts, 32.5 yuan a number. "I only believe in the power of capital now.

After we entered the consultation room, we saw this national expert lightly clasp the baby's abdomen with his hand and ask about the spitting up.

"Is it flatulence?"

"Where do you judge flatulence?" He asked unhurriedly.

"That's what I read in the book." Not only did I check Tik Tok, I also checked a book called "Children's Association of America Parenting Encyclopedia".

"My stomach is really bloated."

"When we were pregnant 37 porridge and did color ultrasound, we found that the intestinal tube was dilated." I hastened to add.

"Bring it to me with color ultrasound. Yo, this expansion is not small. ”

I was even more nervous.

"Let's do another color ultrasound." I saw him write the words "megacolon" on his medical record.

I looked at the baby sleeping in his arms and felt uncomfortable. Why is my baby so ill-fated, and finally got rid of "meconium peritonitis", and why did he come to "megacolon"?

I followed him and my mom to the door of the color ultrasound room on the fifth floor.

"Don't cry. What's the use of crying. ”

"I can't control it, I'm so scared that I can't get rid of it without crying."

"We're going to be fine."

"How do you know?"

"The doctor checked it all when we were born."

"How did I check it? Did you do color ultrasound? ”

"I don't know. But I also took the baby to the next day to have a follow-up ultrasound. ”

"I haven't seen that result. How is it written? ”

"There were no paper results, and the doctor said, 'The baby's intestines are fine'."

I cried even louder.

"You cry when you cry, what are you shaking?"

"I'm scared, I'm going to die." I fidgeted, and my whole body was shaking like chaff.

"Okay, okay, if you cry again, I'll beat you." My mom couldn't stand my gaffe anymore.

"No. 6, call us." He picked up the baby, and my mom and I followed him into the ultrasound room.

"You don't need so many people, go out one." What a fierce doctor.

My mom stepped out and closed the door.

Watching her slide the probe back and forth across the baby's belly, my heart went to my throat. I wanted to run, but I couldn't; I didn't dare to look at it, but I was afraid of missing any of the doctor's small expressions and movements.

"Wow..." The baby suddenly started crying.

"Did you bring a bottle?" The doctor asked.

"Nope."

"Where's the pacifier?"

"Nope."

"I didn't bring anything, she cried so much, how to do color ultrasound." The doctor's tone was full of impatience.

I only have one mouth, and it's busy crying, and if I can free my mouth, I'm going to scold her.

"Mommy came up to feed." She glared at me.

I quickly lay down and took the baby in my arms.

"It's okay, it's okay, don't be afraid." While comforting the baby softly, I reflected on my own inexperience and could not comfort the baby when she cried.

"It's fine. Is spitting up bad? The doctor asked.

"It's kind of amazing." I suddenly felt like she wasn't that annoying anymore.

"Nothing. It's all normal. She lowered her probe and made a sultry gesture.

"This doctor is so cute, and it's pretty when you look closely." Of course, I just thought this in my heart.

I stopped crying, picked up the baby, thanked him, and walked out the door.

"Are you relieved?"

"When the doctor finishes reading the report, I can be completely relieved." Having said that, my expression has stretched a lot by this point.

"Where's the doctor?" When we got back to the office, there was only one intern on duty.

"He went to the consultation. Is the report out? ”

"Give." My word "give" is full of anger and confidence.

"It's fine, it's healthy."

The intern doctor suddenly became pretty.

"Then why do we always spit up and get gas?" I asked.

"Burp your baby after every feeding."

"Hiccup? Is it a full hiccup or a continuous hiccups? "I've read about the importance of burping in books, but I never knew what this hiccup looked like with him.

"Burp." It was probably the first time she had encountered such a poor problem.

"Does taking probiotics work?"

"If you can, you can add it."

"Okay, thank you, doctor."

I was finally completely relieved.

"Cry, you see you're crying in vain, right?" He and my mom kicked me together.

"Hey, hey." I laughed happily.