Fresh and tender little Tianhou: Uncle, hold me tight!

Chapter 471 It seems that there are countless knives cut on the body, it hurts, it hurts...

The piercing pain tormented Meng Yinyin, and her screams were louder than the others.

Song Tingyue was heartbroken, and held her tightly: "Yinyin, tell me how to help, how can I help you?"

"Help me...take off...take off my pants..."

Meng Yinyin is struggling to speak now.

She felt like she was dying.

It seems that there are countless knives cut on the body, it hurts, it hurts...

Why is childbirth so painful?
Song Tingyue tremblingly helped Meng Yinyin take off his pants, which were full of amniotic fluid and some blood.

Outside the car, the snow was falling even harder, quickly covering the car under it.

Song Tingyue wrapped Meng Yinyin with the prepared quilt and held her hand tightly.

Meng Yinyin's feet rested on the back of the car, and her legs were separated as far as possible.

Through repeated efforts, Song Tingyue saw the child's head.

He shouted excitedly: "Yinyin, come on, I saw the child...the child will come out soon..."

Meng Yinyin was dying.

She no longer has the strength to send the child out.

But the child stuck in the birth canal is prone to hypoxia, and she can't do it if she doesn't work hard.

For the sake of the child, she worked hard again.

After fighting for nearly an hour, Meng Yinyin finally gave birth to the baby, a boy.

Su Ziqing's delivery package was at Su Ziqing's, and Song Tingyue's car had no towels or clothes for the child.

He took off his clothes and wrapped the child carefully.

Wait until the doctor comes to cut the umbilical cord.

He wrapped the child and placed it beside Meng Yinyin.

"Baby..." Meng Yinyin kissed her child sideways, and fell asleep from exhaustion.

Song Tingyue picked up the child like a porcelain doll.

The little guy was so small and so fragile, he didn't even dare to breathe hard.

"Baby, I'm dad, I'm your dad." Song Ting was so excited that his throat choked up.

It is not easy for a woman to have children.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have imagined the pain that would make life worse than death.

"Baby, you must be nice to your mother in the future, you know? If you dare to make your mother angry, I will spank your little ass."

Song Tingyue's threat was nothing to the little guy.

The little guy yawned lazily, smacked his little mouth twice and fell asleep.

He doesn't know what spanking is.

Now he only knows to eat, drink and sleep.

When Meng Yinyin woke up again, she was already in the hospital ward.

Song Tingyue lay beside the bed, holding her hand tightly.

The baby is sleeping soundly under the care of a special person.

As soon as she moved, Song Tingyue woke up.

"Does it still hurt?" He looked at her distressedly, his eyes were red.

"a little bit."

Meng Yinyin turned over and faced Song Tingyue.

Giving birth last night was really ugly, wouldn't it cause him a psychological shadow?
Song Tingyue stroked Meng Yinyin's head gently: "Get up and eat."

"it is good."

Don't empty out your body at all, and urgently need to replenish energy.

Song Tingyue helped Meng Yinyin sit up, and the nurse quickly brought a rich confinement meal.

This is a hospital run by Chinese. The nurses, doctors, nutritionists and patients are all Chinese, and everything is done according to domestic habits.

Just produced, can not eat greasy things.

There is basically no oily flowers in the white radish ribs soup.

After eating and drinking enough, Meng Yinyin walked to the crib with Song Tingyue's support, and picked up the baby.

The baby was bright red, and his small face was still a little swollen, and he couldn't tell who he looked like.

In my arms, I feel light and fluttering, as if I will be blown away by the wind.

Looking at her baby, Meng Yinyin suddenly felt that all the suffering she had suffered was worth it.

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