Mommy has a big belly and reluctantly undergoes an examination. She spit out all the food and the amniotic fluid broke.
The doctor saw that I was in such pain and asked me to wait for the wheelchair to arrive. After waiting for a long time, I couldn't take it anymore, so I asked my husband to support me, and walked laboriously step by step, endured the pain, and went down the stairs for an accounting test. There were a lot of people waiting at the place where the nucleic acid test was done. When it was my turn, I was in excruciating pain. The stool for everyone to sit on was tilted forward. I couldn’t sit still and fell down. Then I have to go get a number or something. My husband went to get it, and I just waited there. The doctor who helped me test tightly held my hands and didn't let me slip off the stool. I really appreciate that. doctor! After the test was over, my husband helped me to the inpatient department. My eyes were so sore that I could barely open my eyes. I was holding my bulging belly in one hand, and I heard the person next to me whisper: I'm going to give birth. It felt like I had come after a long, long journey, and I entered a room with a bed. The doctor told me to lie down. It was summer, I was wearing a skirt, and the room was very air-conditioned. The doctor took a look at it for me. just walked away. I was so cold. After a while, I couldn't stand the cold, so I asked my husband to help me find something to cover. He saw a dirty quilt against the wall, so I asked him to cover me too, and the doctor behind I came and said how to build this, and finally sent me to my room. I went to bed and discussed with my husband if I wanted something to eat. Last night, my stomach was a little stretched and I didn’t have dinner, and I didn’t eat anything this morning. My husband went to buy a bowl of porridge and a serving of xiaolongbao. I drank some porridge and bit into some xiaolongbao. I endured nausea and vomited it out. My pain was getting worse and worse, and I couldn't help but scream. Later, the doctor came and told me to eat some food. My husband said that I vomited, and the doctor said that I should eat even if I vomited. The pain in my stomach was getting worse and worse, but it would stop for a while, and then it would come and go again and again, and I was trying my best to endure it. Suddenly, I vomited again, and I vomited all the things I tried to eat. I followed it with one hand, and I couldn't find the trash can. Then, most of the hair flowed up (because I was lying), and then on the bed and on the floor. My husband found a trash can in the toilet and ran out... At this time, two doctors came. I thought they were examining me, but suddenly there was a feeling of water rushing out from under me. I endured the pain and said to the two doctors. : The following flows out! But the two of them were actually talking to me about the placenta. I instantly remembered that it was the doctor who advised me to donate the placenta or keep it at my own expense during the obstetric examination. I had seen it before during the obstetric examination...