I think the time when I am most despised is when I have children. The bed is close to the window, and the two glass doors of the window are wide open. I remember that the sky that day is similar to today, and the north wind blows snowflakes.

I think the time when I am most despicable is when I have a baby.

The fifth day of November 2000 in the lunar calendar, and November 30 in the galaxy is the day my son was born.

That day, I was wearing autumn clothes and under the air, and I lay on the bed waiting for delivery in the hospital with disheveled hair.

The bed is close to the window, and the two glass doors of the window are wide open. I remember that the sky that day is similar to today, and the north wind blows snowflakes. Lying on the bed, my teeth were chewing, and I don’t know if it was a pain or a freezing drop?

The morning before, we saw red, and the couple hurried to the hospital. After the examination, the doctor of an acquaintance said: No hurry, go home to clean up and wait, wait for my stomach to hurt, come again!

I really admire the obstetricians and gynecologists at that time. They didn’t use the B ultra- machine. They just pressed and touched them with a pair of magical hands to know whether the child was old or not, whether the position was correct or not, and whether the amniotic fluid was enough.

At around 1 a.m. the next day, I was awakened by a burst of abdominal pain in my sleep. I hurriedly asked my husband to take the packed baby supplies and let the neighbor drive us to the hospital.

Do you know castor oil? Have you ever eaten fried eggs with castor oil?

I've eaten it.

is equivalent to the current inducing needle.

Under the pain of slowly sawing my waist with a saw, under the different eyes of my mother-in-law and mother, under the half-joking and half-disgusting of my husband's "It's not chewing gum", he swallowed it with tears in his eyes.

So during the entire confinement period, I felt nauseous when I saw scrambled eggs, and was nauseous when I saw scrambled eggs.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, I transferred from the ward to the delivery room, which was when I felt that having children was the most despicable time for women.

None of the mothers care about their own image, and no one can see the image of others.

Because every mother is lying on her own small bed with her bare butt, her expression of pain is already distorted and her face is ferocious.

In the pain, I was thinking that it would be great if there was a blanket covering my lower body, because I was not sure if the person in the opposite building could see me now through the window.

Of course, this thought just flashed through the few seconds between the pain.

Finally, at 4:55 pm, my son came to this beautiful world with the help of castor oil, with my shit, peeing, and the doctor's jokes that he didn't cry or made a lighter joke.

and until now, I am not sure what the doctor said at that time: "I urinated on my face", whether I was or my son. [Cover your face]