In Western mythology, God created Adam and took the ribs from Adam to make Eve . So people often say: A woman is a rib of a man. When women feel pain, men also feel pain..
However, when conflicts arise within a family, the couple does not sit down and discuss it calmly, and they do not tolerate, understand and respect each other. Some men even resort to violent oppression to conquer women , belittling their women to the point of being worthless. If your own woman is hurt and in pain, doesn’t it hurt the one who hit her? Don’t women have any contribution to the family? When a woman gives birth to a baby, it is like passing through the Nine Gates and having a deal with fate and death.
Not much to say, let’s talk about yourself! In 2004, I was still working in Shijiazhai. I was approaching my due date with only two weeks left. Suddenly, my body became swollen, my blood pressure soared, and I felt dizzy. So I set out from school and sat on a horse jumping alone. I took a tricycle to the Shijiazhai Township Government to ask for maternity leave from a specialist.
entered the township government compound and went to Zhugan’s residence to look for no one. I called him and explained the reason, saying that he had some things to deal with and that he was busy and asked me to wait for a while. After waiting for more than an hour, no one was seen. At this time, a tall, fair, middle-aged man with a slightly stout figure came over. He asked me: "Who are you looking for?" I said: "Look to Mr. Wang and ask for maternity leave." The man immediately took out the phone from his pocket and dialed a number. His tone was stiff and seemed to be reproachful. : "Old Wang, where are you? Come back quickly, how long will the baby wait for you?" In less than ten minutes, a van parked at the gate of the township government, the officer looked nervous and in a hurry I rushed to the office, wiping my sweat as I walked. When I saw him, I followed closely. Later I found out that the person who made the call for me was the mayor of the township.
Because my husband was working out of town, the next day I took the shuttle bus with my grandpa and grandma to the county people’s hospital. After various examinations, the diagnosis result : pregnancy-induced hypertension syndrome . Abbreviation: Pregnancy-induced hypertension. The doctor recommended immediate hospitalization to lower blood pressure. After completing the hospitalization procedures, I was admitted to the obstetrics and gynecology ward. The room was relatively simple and crowded. There were six pregnant women living in the small ward. Most people, like me, experience various symptoms before giving birth. I lowered my blood pressure after a day of wearing a hanging bottle, but my body was still swollen. When I pressed it, there was a deep hole, and it took a long time to bounce back. The next day, I continued to lower my blood pressure. The doctor recommended cesarean section , saying that if had a normal delivery , high blood pressure would be prone to massive bleeding. At this time, one or two pregnant women in the same hospital bed had also given birth to their babies. Seeing the mother and son safe and happy, and the whole family enjoying themselves, I am very envious.
On the third day, a fierce nurse suddenly broke into the ward and shouted to me with a bad attitude: "If your blood pressure doesn't come down, I will transfer you to another hospital, but you won't be transferred. Didn't you hear the big noise last night?" At this moment , I just thought that in the middle of the night last night, someone was crying and howling outside and making loud noises in the corridor, as if they were looking for someone to kill or something. The nurse then said, "That woman was just like you. She had high blood pressure. She didn't come off the operating table and died. She only saved the baby." I was shocked and thought that this was happening. It scared me. My whole body felt bad, and my blood pressure suddenly rose. "The family members carried knives all night to climb over the wall and enter the hospital. They wanted to kill the doctor. The whole hospital was in panic. Who dares to operate on you?" the nurse continued. I said, "Then get the transfer certificate!"
With the transfer certificate in hand, after more than an hour's drive, we finally arrived at a hospital in the provincial capital.After registering, seeing a doctor, and completing some examinations, I was lucky and successfully entered the obstetrics and gynecology ward of the inpatient department. The environment in the ward is much better than in the county town. The floor is smooth and flat, and the room is clean and hygienic. There were several pots of green radish placed on the windowsill, and there were three pregnant women living in the ward, including me. One said it was uterus previa, another said it was umbilical cord encircling the neck.. I have pregnancy induced hypertension. If the blood pressure does not come down after a day, the cost will be more than 1,000 yuan a day. The next day, my husband rushed back from out of town and chatted with other family members who were in the same hospital bed. They suggested that my husband go to the doctor and have a caesarean section without lowering his blood pressure. It is said that an extra day of lowering blood pressure will be a waste of money. As soon as the baby is born, the blood pressure will naturally get better.
At that time, my husband’s monthly salary was only a little over one thousand. In addition, my family's financial situation is not good and I come from a rural area. He went to see the doctor, and the doctor said: "39 weeks is enough time for a cesarean section. Now I can't eat and I will go for various examinations. If all the physical indicators are qualified, the operation will be arranged at 5 p.m." Husband He took me upstairs and downstairs, tested , blood routine, , electrocardiogram, and did B ultrasound ... Fortunately, all the test results came out in the afternoon. Everything is normal except for high blood pressure.
At half past four, the nurse came over to send a message and asked me to go to the examination room to "prepare the skin." I was puzzled. What was the purpose of skin preparation? I thought I had to take a piece of skin from my body for cesarean section. It felt so scary! ! When I came to the examination room, the nurse told me to take off my pants and lie down on the bed. She shaved off the hair around my lower body and vagina and disinfected it. It will take a while to prepare the skin. Then return to the ward. After a while, the nurse came again and asked me to take off my clothes and lie on the bed for a while. Then two nurses brought in a surgery bed and asked me to lie on it. This bed was higher than an ordinary hospital bed.
After I climbed up with all my strength, the nurse began to insert a catheter into the entrance of my urethra. The swelling was painful and not comfortable at all. I started to give me and infusions again. A big bottle of , glucose, , etc. was hanging on the right side of my head. After making preparations, I covered myself with a sheet and set off. The two nurses pushed and pulled me forward, passed through a long corridor, entered the elevator, and then entered a long dim and dark corridor. At this moment, I felt very sad. I am afraid of , I feel like I am being led by black and white impermanence across Naihe Bridge to walk to the underworld of the Yin Dynasty. My eyes were closed and I didn't dare to open them, and even my breathing became stagnant.
The nurse pushed open the door and shouted into a room inside: "405 has been released for you." Then she turned and left. I lay quietly on the bed alone with a lot of thoughts, loneliness, and fear. I thought of the poor pregnant woman in the county town who had a massive hemorrhage and died after giving birth to her baby. I couldn't help feeling a little regretful. I thought I should call my parents by my side. If the doctor asks questions When it comes to the dilemma of whether to protect children or adults, , at least my parents will choose mine, , and I don’t want to die. . After waiting in the corridor for about half an hour, pregnant women who had given birth passed by me one after another. They looked at each and every one of them safely, which made me feel relieved.
After about ten minutes, a nurse opened the door and pushed me into the operating room. The lights inside were so bright that I couldn't open my eyes. I turned my head and looked around. There were many instruments placed next to the operating table. There should be a group of intern doctors in addition to the chief surgeon. The nurse took off the sheets from my body and laid me naked on the operating table. Then she asked me to lie on my side, folding my waist and hugging my knees. The nurse took a thicker needle and stabbed it hard into my spine. "Ah!" I yelled involuntarily in pain, and at the same time, my body jerked. trembling. The doctor yelled "Don't move".
After the injection, I felt a burning pain in my back.Then the doctor asked me to lie flat on my back and arch one leg. A piece of plastic paper was placed on my breasts and lower body, and a small curtain was placed in front of my chest. I couldn't see the area under my breasts. Within five or six minutes, I lost consciousness from the head down and my mind was clear. With my eyes closed, I could only hear the sound of metal colliding with the medical equipment next to me. The doctor seemed to be sterilizing the surgical instruments. Immediately afterwards, there was only a "stab" sound, and the sound of scalpel cutting into the belly continued to make a squeaking sound, which should be peeling off layer by layer. Some intern doctors nearby argued with each other: "I guess it's a boy", "I guess it's a girl". Suddenly I felt: Having a child is such a serious matter, Is it just child’s play here? Maybe the level of doctors here is high , and doing surgery is just like playing .
There was a doctor talking to me while performing the operation, as if he was afraid that I would fall asleep. About twenty minutes later, the child was taken out from the belly. A male doctor held the child's legs upside down, with the child's head facing down. There was a "pop" sound and a slap on the child's butt. The child cried out "Wow...". The male doctor said that the child had a loud voice. The female nurse next to me screamed happily and said: "Look, we guessed it is a boy.You guys are in for a treat." Then the doctor lifted the child and put it on top of my head, spread his legs and said to me: "Open." Open your eyes and see, it’s a boy.” I opened my eyes, looked up, and saw the child’s balls and teapot spout between the two red monkey butts. I thought to myself: That’s right, boy. The doctor continued to remove placenta from my belly and cut the umbilical cord. The doctor would tell me every step of the way, and when it finally came to the suturing stage, the doctor told me to use cosmetic sutures to suture the wound. There would be no need to remove the sutures after the wound healed, and no scars would be left. The procedure was not painful at all.
Then I was pushed back to the ward, and the child was taken away and sent to the nursery for intensive care. Before leaving, the nurse put a ring label on the child's hand that said "405 Son". Because my bracelet tag is 405. When I got to the hospital bed, I said to my husband: "My legs are bowed, please flatten them." He said: "There is no bow, they are flat!" At this moment, I still had no feeling in my legs and stomach. I thought the doctor had asked me to do so during the operation. The bowed legs are still bowed.
The hanging bottles are still hanging, one after another. Then he touched his belly with his hand, and it felt like a piece of crumpled plastic paper, making a rustling sound. The doctor put a sandbag on my stab wound. The perineum was also cleaned and disinfected. During the disinfection, my stomach was pressed hard, which made me sweat all over and there was a lot of congestion flowing out from there. In less than half an hour, , the anesthetic was too strong, and I suddenly felt severe pain in my stomach. Especially the incision is itchy and painful. My body is lying flat in the same position and I dare not move. It hurts even if I move a little or even cough. Beads of sweat poured down from his forehead. Not long after, the woman in the clinic also came back from the operation. She was lying on the hospital bed crying and yelling that it hurt here and there. Her husband was so anxious that he walked around and comforted her. I gave her 500 yuan to give her an analgesic stick, but she still screamed. And me? The pain was so painful that I burst into tears, and I couldn't breathe loudly or speak because my stomach hurt even more when I exerted force.
My mother-in-law stayed by my hospital bed and kept changing toilet paper for me, because the blood in my lower body kept flowing, and it seemed that I had a lot of lochia and menstruation that day. My husband hid outside the corridor and did not come in. He was chatting with others outside. I really wanted to call him back and sit next to me, but I didn't want to speak, and I didn't dare to speak. Even speaking out of anger hurt. Another aunt who was accompanying me in the hospital bed saw me crying and clenching my teeth, with a painful expression, but without shouting, she said that girls from rural areas are still strong.And tell me, don’t just think about the pain of the wound, think about the lovely children in your class and the interesting things between you and them. Following my aunt's instructions, I tried my best to distract myself from the pain of the wound and think about some interesting things from the past. It felt really good and the pain was somewhat relieved. Every two hours, the nurse came to clean and disinfect my lower body, and pressed the sandbag once. The pressure made my stomach hurt even more, and a lot of blood flowed from my lower body. That night was really long, It was so hard ! It is also a pain that I will never forget for the rest of my life .
I continued to use the sling bottle on the second day after the operation. The anti-inflammatory injections were fine, but the pain when I was given utetocin was so painful that I felt like having contractions. The lower body was bleeding continuously. The breasts also started to swell and hurt. Since the baby was not around, the nurse asked me to use a milking machine to express the milk. After the sling bottle is inserted, the urinary catheter is removed, the sandbag is removed, and the nurse asks you to lie on your side with your body at an angle of 30 degrees to the bed. It is said that this will help reduce the shock and traction pain to the wound, and help the recovery of the wound. But my stomach really hurts when I move it, and I can't hold on for more than a few minutes. The nurse asked me to get out of bed and move around, saying that I needed to be ventilated as soon as possible, and that I could eat after ventilation. I held the edge of the bed with both hands and moved slowly. My waist really hurt, my stomach was going to explode, and I felt like I was sagging. It was still very painful. I fought back my tears and got out of bed. I walked a few steps in the ward. I was already panting from exhaustion and sweating profusely. At this moment, my husband saw that I could get out of bed, and the company called me to urge me. He called my mother, and half a day later, my mother came. My mother-in-law and husband had left, and only my mother and my grandfather were left with me.
On the third day, my stomach still hurt a little, but it was much stronger than the pain after returning to the hospital bed after giving birth and the anesthesia wore off. My mother supported me and encouraged me. I covered my stomach with one hand, bent over, walked out of the ward, and went to the corridor outside to move around. My mother kept wiping the sweat on my forehead with a handkerchief, and finally ventilated. My mother asked my grandpa to go out and buy me a bowl of millet porridge, and my mother fed me spoonful after spoonful. Then I continued to use the bottle for two more days. On the fifth day, the doctor told us that there would be no more injections tomorrow and we could be discharged from the hospital. After hearing this, my grandfather hurried out to go through the discharge procedures. On the sixth day, the nurse brought a cute baby. Everyone in the ward said that the baby was right and looked exactly like his mother. My mother took the child and held it up to me for me to see. I couldn't help but kiss the child's forehead. Watching the arrival of this little life , the family is safe , healthy . feels that his blow was not in vain . At this moment, I truly realized the joy and happiness of being a mother.
In recent years, , many online newspapers , video platforms have seen many scenes of men domestically abusing their wives , very angry . Is there something that we can’t talk about calmly? Why do we have to use violence to solve it? Men, please be kind to your women! Be more gentle, considerate and understanding between husband and wife, be more respectful to each other , reject domestic violence.
[ About the author ] Lu Yongxin, a native of Xi'an, Shaanxi Province, is a literature enthusiast. His works can be found on major websites and WeChat platforms. He is especially good at prose. The number of his creations has been on the rise in the past year or two. Special author of "Weinan Literary Circle".
[Editor introduction] Min Panlong worked at " Weinan Daily " from 2012 to 2015. Currently, he is the content director and chief photographer of "Weinan Youth Network". The second "Weinan Internet Good Youth", director of Linwei District New Social Class People's Association, member of Weinan City Photographers Association, deputy secretary-general of Weinan City Lei Feng Racing Team Volunteer Association.
