Nineteenth Century Medical Guide

Chapter 372 368. Alex’s Confession

My name is Alex, and my full name is Alexandra Caroline Marie Charlotte Louise Julia. Originally, I was the daughter of a down-and-out nobleman who didn't even have a private room. But by some strange combination of circumstances, my father inherited the throne of Denmark, and I naturally became a Danish princess.

Childhood is always short. After marrying Albert Edward at the age of 19, I officially became the Princess of Wales.

In the same year, his father became the king of Denmark, and his brother became the crown prince with the same decoration. The younger brother was promoted to the throne of Greece, and the younger sister went to Russia to be engaged to Crown Prince Alexander III. It is difficult to find an otherwise ordinary family in history that would fall apart in such a special way.

For me, the trajectory of my life is set after I get married.

Pregnancy, childbirth, pregnancy again, childbirth again, and more childbirth to fulfill the duties of a princess. The first son, Victor, was born in 64. In 65 came the second son, George. This year will be the third one. I don’t know if it is a boy or a girl, but I hope it is a daughter. If it is a daughter, I hope her name is Louise.

If nothing else happens, I will continue to give birth, even if the man never stops looking for a lover, this must be the case.

I don't want this, but I can't help it.

Denmark is a small country, like a leaf in a sandwich between the great powers. The royal family was so small that they couldn't be ignored, and their father was like a chess piece that could be discarded at any time.

I don't dare mess around.

Later I realized that it wasn’t that I didn’t dare, but that I really wasn’t that far down the road.

On December 12, I met the young doctor who is known as the legend of obstetrics in the second half of the 9th century. I will always remember this day.

My sons are members of the royal family, true nobles, and I will never let them fall into beauty like you. They are everything to me, including the baby in my belly. For their sake, I will endure it and stay quietly in the palace courtyard waiting for the opportunity. But before that, I have to see what the truly beautiful place in this world looks like.

But the overwhelming information last month that "Paris is about to usher in an obstetric revolution" really captivated my eyes.

Melanie and Ass still insisted on calling a doctor to take care of me, just in case.

I definitely overestimated my body and underestimated the burden of personal travel.

I didn't mean to shirk responsibility. I was careless, too careless. At this point, I may indeed live up to my title of Princess of Denmark and Prince of Wales.

When Albert held the hand of a strange woman and led her into the palace talking and laughing, when he no longer reported his whereabouts to Queen Victoria, let alone me, and even choked us, I gave up completely.

Okay, I kind of regret it.

I should have gone back at least last month, or really should have gone to Greece to meet George, but at least I should have gone back last week so that I could spend the last month of my pregnancy quietly in bed.

At first I thought it was fetal movement, but soon I realized it wasn't, it was uterine contractions. Unlike the previous two babies, the strong uterine contractions came unexpectedly, and immediately the water flowed onto the carpet.

11:35 noon, I will also remember this time and never forget it!

Because my water broke in front of everyone at someone else's salon exhibition! ! !

Now it seems that the failure to let Frederick bring the court doctor was the biggest failure, but more of it was caused by trusting the obstetrician in Paris.

The next step is to follow the process. Wait for the contractions of the stomach to become more and more frequent, and then apply force along with the contractions. Once the baby is squeezed out of the stomach, you are done.

"I don't understand why they want to attribute an Austrian doctor to Paris" and "I let my schedule go too far" are not contradictory. Even the curiosity brought by the former and the blind trust of the latter formed a certain relationship deep in my heart. causal relationship.

As a result, the “what if” really happened.

I had to disobey the Queen and leave the palace for a while. I swear it’s really just this once! I still respect her very much!

On the surface, I accompanied Frederick to meet his brother who was the king of Greece. It was a rare family gathering. In fact, we just come out to play and relieve our depression.

Oh, Paris, incomparably beautiful Paris, a hundred times more beautiful than London's terrible weather and barbarian aesthetics. The full-blooded ordinary soldier in the oil painting is a hundred times more handsome than that disgusting scumbag.

There are also beautiful operas and symphonies,

At least the vast majority of men know what integrity is and what is the most basic loyalty to marriage!

Don't deceive me with your so-called "romance". I'm not a child, and I'm not the same person as you at all! 【1】

This is what I think and do. I even feel that childbirth has become an annual routine without much difficulty.

In short, this young man named Kavi Hines gave me the courage to stay in Paris.

To be honest, my original intention was just to relax and make Albert regret it, or maybe I just wanted him to have a long memory and continue to live step by step in the end, but I didn't expect it to turn out like this.

I was lifted from the chair and moved to lie down on the coffee table covered with a velvet blanket. The legs were spread apart and the feet were placed on two stools to serve as an examination table. This kind of posture, which is very likely to be looked at, makes people feel very bad. Fortunately, I am used to it.

I never thought that a child could come out like this, and the feeling in the little arms is indeed different from that in the head.

At first I doubted my feelings and thought the umbilical cord had fallen out. Later I found out it was an arm, small and long. I thought it would be good to lose my arm first, but the old man kept saying "difficult delivery", "danger" and "go to the hospital" in French.

I am all too familiar with difficult labor.

When I was a child, I saw my neighbor's aunt having a difficult childbirth and finally gave birth successfully, but the cry was always recorded in the back of my mind. In addition, I have never been to a hospital since I was a child and am very unfamiliar with hospitals. I know that I will definitely be scared and frightened.

Others always say that mothers are great and can overcome fear when they worry about their children.

When everything happened to me, I became even more frightened. The key was that there was no one around me to talk to.

My father may have been right not to let his brother get involved in politics. He is like a child who has not yet grown up and only says that the child in his belly does not matter. I always consider what is in front of me, and do not consider at all how I feel as a mother, how my father feels as a king, and how Albert and Victoria feel as the British royal family.

Not to mention that Ass who fantasizes about taking a bath in a pile of francs all day long.

I thought he would be a smart guy, but who knew he could only appraise paintings, and then flatter us and make us pay for it? It would be of no use at all in big trouble. The countess should be the same, as well as the other people taken to the main hall, all nobles with various titles on their heads. If I disturbed their mood, they might have scolded me several times in their hearts.

Ah, Paris, beautiful Paris has art, romance, and all kinds of heart-warming encounters. But there was no maid, no palace doctor, no support from the Queen, no comfort from Albert, and not even a bed to help deliver the baby.

I think of Albert again, a rotten guy by nature, but I have to admit that he is indeed charming.

No! Alex, stop thinking about him. You are a princess and a princess, you have to calm down! Be sure to stay calm! ! !

No one can help you now, no one!

I still try to encourage myself just like I did when I was learning to ride a horse by myself when I was a kid. It's just that the situation is much worse than before. Apart from myself, there is only one person chattering.

Wait, what are the names of those two doctors?

I remembered it just now, why can’t I remember it now?

The old one is Seh, Cecil? Laymore? Or Muir? It seems to be Samuel, the countess just said. The small one is a card. What is the card? Cana? Kavin? Canvey? After arriving at the salon, I kept introducing people's names in Aspen, and my mind was already confused.

oh! I remembered, it was Kavi! ! !

They haven't stopped talking since my water broke, either explaining it to me or explaining it to Melanie. Other than that, they are just as weird as male friends who get tired of being together. Maybe it’s because Paris is too artistic, or maybe it’s because the death penalty for homosexuality was removed a few years ago. I always think that way.

Now I am the center of the salon whirlpool, and the content of their conversation is the key!

Unfortunately, my French is not very good. Once the speaking speed exceeds a certain zero point, it is difficult to understand.

They spoke very fast, at least twice as fast as Asi. A large section of the dialogue has entered my ears. After removing some medical terms, some prepositions that are difficult to hear, and some phrases that are not easy to understand, there is not much left for me.

During this period, they repeatedly checked my heartbeat, listened to my stomach, performed internal examinations several times, and even considered putting the fallen arm back in place.

Later I heard words like "forceps", "clamp", "fetal head", and then "carriage", "surgery", "bleeding" and so on. Combined with their facial expressions, I always felt that things were getting more and more... Oops.

I endured it for a long time and finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"What on earth are you talking about? You spoke so fast that I couldn't understand a word. You were all talking in my ears, and my head was buzzing. The noise made me uncomfortable. I felt like I might as well have been sent back to the hotel to give birth here. ”

"Your Majesty Princess, your current situation is not good." Samuel slowed down his speech, "It is easy to have dystocia if the head is not exposed first, and the shoulder is the most dangerous one."

I was in a bad mood, but I couldn't think too much anymore: "So you guys have been discussing it for so long, what's the solution?"

Samuel's face was not good-looking. After whispering a few words to the countess, he took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and then replied: "After discussing with Dr. Carvey, I decided to try to correct the fetal position first. As long as the baby is Once you put your head back, you will be able to produce smoothly.”

It sounded like a good idea to me: "Will it be successful? It should be possible. You are the most famous obstetrician in Paris."

Samuel shook his head in shame: "Doctors also have limits, and whether they are famous or not has little to do with whether they can help you give birth to your child."

"What if it fails?"

"If it fails," the old man looked at Kavi, who was already making preparations behind him, "if it fails, we can only find him to find a solution!"

he? Kavi?

I remember being a surgeon who was famous because of cesarean sections.

I didn't know this kind of surgery existed before, but only after reading the newspaper did I realize how cruel it was. It even had to cut a slit in the stomach to take the child out.

No, cesarean section?

Obviously, I didn’t want to have surgery. I didn’t think anyone would agree to cut open my belly, so I refused directly: “I don’t want to have surgery, I don’t want to have an extra wound on my belly! And I heard that cesarean section is very easy. Danger, just in case”

"So Dr. Carvey is a legend in obstetrics." Samuel washed his hands, walked to my skirt and sat down, "He has performed at least hundreds of cesarean sections, including removal of the uterus, and premature babies. He died, but his mother survived."

I wanted to continue to refuse, but the old man said sorry and his hand came in.

Then there seemed to be pliers for holding the baking pan, and then there was a baffle used for some unknown purpose. They all penetrated in in a certain curve. It hurt, it really hurt! At first it was a tearing pain, then it felt like a stuffed stomach had just digested some of it, and a whole roasted lamb chop was stuffed into it, and finally it was punched a few times.

I was in so much pain that I didn’t know if I should cry out, and there was no armrest next to this unfortunate coffee table, not even a place to hold on!

Later, the single sofa was finally moved over, and I finally had a place where I could work hard, and I could finally see my child.

I raised my head and looked down at Samuel. His hands were still searching for something in my stomach. I asked him in a panic what he was looking for, but he didn't say anything. He just repeatedly asked me to calm down and not feel uneasy.

I held my breath, I really realized the danger. I didn't want to have surgery, but the current situation may be more uncomfortable than the surgery.

I flinched a little, closed my eyes, gave up watching his movements, and gave up the resistance in my heart. But when Melanie scurried into the room with a full roll of compresses and several sponges, and the clang of a dinner plate with a knife that might have been used to cut fish, I panicked, completely panicked.

I suddenly found that the feeling down there was a little dull, and the numbness made me feel a little nauseous.

"Doctor Samuel, how are you?" Kawei suddenly asked as he counted things.

"Not so good. I grabbed my leg, but I can't turn it." Samuel also held his breath.

I felt my stomach churn, and the child who was originally leaning in my body seemed to become straighter. A lot of water leaked out from below, and the strength was also lost. I shouted that I was tired. I just wanted to lie down and rest. I didn’t want to do anything, just letting my sweat-soaked hair stick to my face.

At this time, I just heard him whisper "It's a bit troublesome", and as the clock on the wall struck 12 times, I knew that I was finished, completely finished.

(End of this chapter)