During pregnancy, most people will have many dreams. Some people dream of snakes, some people dream of flowers, and some people dream of whether it is a boy or a girl. What I want to say is that these dreams during pregnancy give us more or less hints, and in the end they all became reality.
I have nurtured two babies, but I rarely dreamed during the entire pregnancy. When I was pregnant, I only had one dream to have a baby. It was the night before my first prenatal check-up, and I dreamed that I was pregnant with twin daughters. The next morning, I remembered this dream clearly. Then I never had a dream during the entire pregnancy. Some people say that people who have fewer dreams mean that their sleep quality is particularly good. Indeed, Dabao was born at 40 weeks and 4 weeks later, he grew up 53 years and weighed 4.36 kilograms. The child was very old and he also did a lot of work in the late pregnancy. However, he had a very good appetite every day and had no bad sleep. In addition to getting up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet, he fell asleep as soon as he said he could sleep, and he also slept very peacefully. Finally, I gave birth to a daughter peacefully. The only dream during pregnancy, it hints the gender of the child from the beginning, and I also determined from my heart that it was a daughter, so whenever my husband asked me to ask the doctor indirectly, I always told him impatiently that he would know if he was a man or a girl, and no one would be willing to tell you.
When I was pregnant with the second baby, I had three dreams during the entire pregnancy, but I never dreamed of whether it was a man or a woman. In each dream, I woke up at the critical moment when I knew it was a man or a woman. Every time I woke up, I still wanted to continue dreaming and want to know the gender of the child. I did it three times, but I dreamed that the child was in danger, and I was always saving the child, and I saved the child again and again without any danger. I have experienced a lot every time before I saved my child. I still remember the heart-wrenching shouts in my dreams very clearly.
As expected, when the child goes to the prenatal examination at the 36 weeks of the late pregnancy, everything is normal and develops well. When I went there again at 37 weeks, everything changed. The amniotic fluid is relatively low, the normal value is above 90, while I am 69, and the umbilical cord is around the neck for two weeks, and the fetal position is not correct. The doctor suggested that I be hospitalized immediately, but I was still hesitating whether to be hospitalized. I was stunned for three hours in the hospital, cried for an hour, and finally got some things I had with me and went to the hospital alone. I was hospitalized for three days in advance and had amniotic fluid replenished after three days of injections. On the fourth day, I had breakfast early to do fetal heart monitoring . On the way, my stomach suddenly bulged with a bag that was as big as a fist. It hurts very much. The first time I felt this pain, I started to move back and forth. The doctor asked me what was wrong, and I said my stomach suddenly hurt. Then, , fetal heart suddenly dropped from 120 to 60. The attending doctor was so scared that he started yelling. He called the director and urged me to ask my husband to come to the hospital to sign. He was so anxious. I didn't understand what was going on, I heard her shouting that Wanjie was still there, and I didn't understand it at that time. Fortunately, the fetal heart rate slowly recovered. I quickly hang up the needle and immediately do B ultrasound to see the situation to keep it. But the doctor did not dare to leave at all, saying that it was like this again. There was a contraction and , and amniotic fluid was turbid in three degrees. I asked me to lie on my left side and couldn't move. I waited until my husband came to sign and then immediately had the surgery. During the epidemic, it was too difficult to come to the hospital. Fortunately, after more than an hour of hard work, my husband rushed to the hospital. As soon as my husband arrived at the inpatient department, the doctor had already arrived at the door and signed immediately to go back to the ward to pack up the things the child used. After two hours of rushing, I went to the operating room for a caesarean section. In this way, the little brother was born 17 years earlier, grew 49, weighed 3.44 kilograms, and in the end everything was fine for the child. There is a safe and safe birth. Just like a fetal dream, she was always saving her, but she finally succeeded.
The so-called fetal dream is both true and false, but more often it will give people a hint that you cannot refuse to believe it, but you cannot ignore it. It is not easy to get pregnant for ten months. I hope every pregnant mother can survive the pregnancy smoothly and welcome her child safely.
Finally, I wish every pregnant mother can have a good dream as she wishes. Good dreams come true, and have both children and get whatever she wants!
