At this time, the girl in the innermost bed screamed in pain, and the boy who accompanied her immediately ran out to call the doctor.
Then, a few doctors and nurses came in and slowly helped the girl to walk out, and Joan saw that the girl had difficulty walking, and her facial features were painfully distorted and deformed.
She was shocked, it hurts so much to give birth?
Sister Wang came in and gave her the hot and sour radish she bought.
Qiao An held the bowl and ate with chopsticks, and thought about whether she should eat a bowl of rice, otherwise she would not have the strength to have a child.
After eating the hot and sour radish, Song Yun and Zhang Jing came over, and several people went back to the ward on the top floor, where the doctor was there, saying that he was going to hang a bottle of oxytocin, and at six o'clock, Qiao An was pushed into the delivery room to give birth, at this time the abdomen began to hurt, Qiao An was sweating all over the body, and the whole person seemed to be fished out of the water.
Qiao An leaned on Song Yun's arms and cried all the time: "Mom, I died of pain, I don't want to give birth." ” Song Yun patted her on the shoulder and comforted her silently, they are all people who have given birth, of course they know how painful it is to give birth, and what really hurts has not yet come.
For a long time, women giving birth to children are closed in the ghost gate, which is extremely risky, even if medical skills are developed now, but there are still women who give birth to children and die every year, and no one can guarantee that you are not the unlucky one.
After crying for a while, Joan only felt like she was constipated and wanted to go to the toilet, but she felt her abdomen fall all the time.
Qiao An didn't dare to move, sat on the bed, hugged Song Yun's waist and cried all the time, she was afraid that Song Yun and Zhang Jing would worry, and she didn't dare to cry out loud, so she only dared to sobble lowly.
"Mom."
She bit her pale lower lip tightly: "I think Gu Zhiheng, why hasn't he come back?"
” Zhang Jing wiped her tears on the side and muttered, "Ah Heng will be back soon, don't cry, don't cry." ” At half past eight in the evening, when it reached four fingers, Joan almost fainted in pain, and she was pushed into the delivery room, waiting to be opened to ten fingers.
As soon as Qiao An entered the delivery room, Song Yun and Zhang Jing came out of the waiting room and stood outside.
Gu Qingzhu and Gu Zhiqiu came over at some point, looking at them nervously.
"Mom, how is my sister-in-law?"
Gu Zhiqiu was also anxious, but how old she was, and she didn't understand how women had children.
"It's okay, it'll be fine soon, we'll wait here."
Gu Qingzhu hurriedly comforted: "You and your mother go to eat something first, and Xiaoqiu and I are waiting here." ” "You're a man, she's a little kid knows what."
Song Yun shook her head: "I'm not hungry, you and your mother go back, I'm here to guard." ” Where is Zhang Jing willing to go: "I'm not hungry either." ” Gu Qingzhu had no choice, Qiao An and the others came to the hospital at three o'clock, and it was almost nine o'clock at this time, so they didn't even eat dinner, so they could only ask Sister Wang to bring the food over.
I waited and waited, and waited until it was almost a little in the morning, the door of the delivery room opened, and the doctor said that she was born, and Joan was also pushed out, with a pale little face, and fell asleep.
Everyone can rest assured that it's okay.
Song Yun followed the nurse to the delivery room, and the others went to watch the child.
At this time, the old lady didn't feel sleepy, and after seeing the child with Gu Zhiqiu, she went back to the ward.
Song Yun was sitting on a chair eating noodles when she saw them come in and asked, "Boy or girl?"
” "Boy, he looks like Ah Heng, but he's too small."
"Yes, five and a half pounds, a small lump."
Gu Zhiqiu also smiled: "I don't dare to touch it." ”