hello cold husband

Chapter 391 Jojo's Pregnancy Diary (4)

On the day of Yuan Yifan's execution, she made headlines again.

I leaned on the chaise longue outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, scrolling through various comments on the news on my mobile phone.

On the Internet, there are endless abuses against her.

I heard from my father that when Chen Hong wanted to stop the police car escorting Yuan Yifan to the execution ground, she fainted from crying on the spot.

But she was besieged by those families who had lost their loved ones, saying that she deserved it, that her daughter had caused countless families to be destroyed.

Then the next day, the incident of Chen Hong being besieged and scolded also made a little news.

I just casually watched the news.

Later, my uncle called me and apologized.

Uncle was right, if he hadn't given birth to this daughter, my mother would not have died unexpectedly, and I would not have lost Ah Mo.

But this has nothing to do with uncle directly.

But I still didn't want to talk to him, I just said something that had nothing to do with him, and hung up the phone.

Yuan Yifan's death caused a sensation in the circle of relatives and friends for quite a while.

Yun Yifeng was also sentenced to life imprisonment for the MXXX flight crash.

Yun Qian was fine, Yun Yifeng took all the blame, but he was also kicked out of Yun's house by his grandfather.

Even though they were dead, imprisoned, and desolate, I was still unhappy.

My Ah Mo still hasn't come back.

When Ah Mo was on a business trip, it was the beginning of April this year.

The plane crashed on April NO.19, and the wreckage has not been found so far.

My due date is December [-]th.

I always look forward to Ah Mo coming back before I give birth.

But it dragged on until December, and there was no news from Ah Mo.

On December [-]rd, after one o'clock in the morning.

I was tossing and turning on the bed, and suddenly felt a soft cracking sound at the cervix.

Then a lot of water came out.

At that time, I suspected that the amniotic fluid must have broken.

I don't feel any pain.

Picking up the internal phone, I called my mother.

My mother went upstairs to see that the amniotic fluid was definitely broken.

Then, the ambulance parked outside the old house took me directly to the hospital.

These few days are approaching my due date, and there are hospitals and nurses at home 24 hours a day, as well as special ambulances.

I went to the hospital with the whole family, including Wu Ma, Uncle Wu, and grandpa, who was not very handy.

Not long after I arrived at the hospital, the doctor examined me and sent me directly to the delivery room, saying that eight or nine fingers had been opened in the palace mouth, and I could give birth at any time.

Moreover, it was a natural birth.

The doctor who delivered the baby said that my natural delivery conditions were very good.

It's just that after the amniotic fluid broke, I couldn't move and could only lie on the bed.

Before being pushed into the delivery room, I felt the piercing pain of contractions.

It hurts every three to four minutes.

Every time, all the pain is concentrated on the tip of the stomach, and the pain is so painful that I can't bear it.

Mom followed me into the delivery room.

When my father was stopped outside the delivery room, he looked at me worriedly.

I was so hurt that I couldn't speak, but I still raised my head slightly, and showed a sweet smile to the master, to the grandfather.

I wanted to put everyone at ease, so I had to be strong.

Even though it was very painful, I told my mother who accompanied me on the delivery bed that it was not very painful.

But in fact, during contractions, it really hurts so much that I want to die.

I just firmly grasped the handrails on both sides of the delivery bed.

I heard that the midwives and midwives placed all kinds of medical equipment on the side, and all the pliers and tweezers came in handy.

I am even more afraid.

Damn, so many things are needed to give birth to a child?
What are you going to do?

The pain in the last three to four minutes changed to once every two minutes.

The doctor asked me to use my uterine contractions to give birth vigorously, hold my breath, and give birth vigorously.

Let me never stop exerting force.

My mother also looked at me and wiped my sweat for me. She wanted to grab my hand, but I was afraid that it would hurt her, so I tugged hard on the handrails on both sides of the delivery bed.

I transferred all the pain to the strength of the delivery bed.

Pull it hard, take a deep breath at the same time, hold back all your strength, and live hard.

To put it more simply, the strength required to give birth to a child is as if you have not pooped in ten or eight years, and you are pulling it out with all your strength.

But this force must be long and continuous, with no breath in the middle.

I have no experience in production, and when I can't use my strength, I give up my breath.

Really run out of strength.

Around 02:30, I entered the delivery room.

Inadvertently saw the clock on the wall was four o'clock in the morning.

After working hard for an hour and a half, how could I have any more strength.

My mother quickly fed me sugar water, which was very sweet. I took a few big mouthfuls with a straw, and slowly, I gained some strength again.

At [-]:[-] in the morning, I forcefully exhaled, and suddenly felt a burst of relief.

I didn't even know it, and the child came out.

But no crying could be heard, the midwife pinched him up, who was naked and flushed all over, and patted his buttocks a few times, and only then did he hear the powerful crying.

"Mrs. Yun, Young Mistress Yun, is a daughter, congratulations."

I heard these voices in a daze, so tired, so tired.

After giving birth to my little princess, I was really tired and wanted to sleep.

The doctor told me to stitch me up and gave me anesthesia, but I didn't feel anything at all.

The midwife simply washed the little princess, put on a monk's clothes, and wrapped her in a quilt.

I handed it to my mother, and my mother hugged me again, "Qiao Qiao, look at her, how cute she is."

I turned my head slightly, looked in the direction of the quilt, and saw a small face exposed in the quilt.

"Why so ugly?" I frowned, "It doesn't look like me at all, nor like Ah Mo."

She is still wrinkled, with wrinkles on her forehead, like a little old woman.

Unconvinced, my mother looked down at the little guy and raised her head to argue with me.

"No way." Mom looked serious, "It's very beautiful, look, the eyelashes are so long, like Ah Mo, with long eyelashes, she must be a big beauty when she grows up."

"It's red and wrinkled, like a monkey." Although I said that, I was very happy.

The little guy's eyelashes are indeed very long, and his eyes are also very big.

My mother also said, "Look, the eyes are so big when you are born. After the full moon, the eyes will grow day by day, and the eyes will be even bigger. By then, you must be a big-eyed beauty."

I smile.

My mother seemed to be afraid that I might not be able to see clearly, so she pulled out the blanket so that I could see more clearly.

"Did you see, the Five Views are born with special signs."

"Yes." I grinned, "Your granddaughter is beautiful no matter what."

"I'll take it out for your dad and grandpa to watch, and I'll come back to stay with you."

"Don't." I was a little nervous, afraid that my mother would take the little guy away, "Mom, take a photo of the little guy first, as a souvenir."

Mom frowned, puzzled.

I smiled and said, "Ah Mo hasn't come back yet, I haven't seen her at the moment she was born, take a photo and leave it to Ah Mo."

I think, I have to take a photo of the little guy every day, and when Ah Mo comes back one day, looking at these photos, he will be unable to help but smile.

(End of this chapter)