Chapter 143: A Daughter
Using force again, she raised her body slightly, and saw the little fleshy thing beside her leg, that was her child, her baby.
How is he?
It was raining outside from time to time, and the sound of the rain hitting the window could be clearly heard. It rained for a long time.
She wanted to see her baby, to hug him, and even more to know if the baby was a boy or a girl.
Not knowing where the strength came from, she grabbed the sheet under her body tightly, and even her left hand felt a piercing pain when she grabbed it.
Finally, she sat up without even raising a finger, as if this body was not her own anymore.
She looked down at the little guy, he was so small and cute.
A little further down, it turned out that it wasn't him, but she, and she gave birth to a girl, a little girl.
Picking up the scissors that she had prepared a long time ago, she always had a feeling that the possibility of this child being born here was extremely high, so she prepared everything.
She carefully cut off the child's umbilical cord, and hugged her tightly with the quilt she had prepared. She hugged the little guy with her own hands. She obviously didn't have any strength, but she could hug her A mother can really be great when it comes to her own children.
It was obvious that her body could no longer move, but all she wanted to see was her child.
Xia Ruoxin carefully held the child in her arms. She was not heavy, even very light, because her nutrition could not keep up, so her child was destined to weigh very light, about four catties.
She lightly touched the child's extremely soft face. She remembered that the child had cried, although at that time she almost passed out from the pain, it was the child's crying that woke her up.
Gently kissed her daughter's tender little face. The newborn child's skin was wrinkled and red, and she couldn't see the beauty or ugliness at all. However, she had already seen her own shadow on her daughter's face . And the child moved his small lips, as if he wanted to get closer to Xia Ruoxin.
Suddenly, two drops of water fell on the child's face, wetting her little face. And the child's small mouth seemed to be flattened, and it looked like he was about to cry.
"Good baby, don't cry, mom is here, um..." She gently shook the baby in her arms, carefully wiped off the water drops on her little face, it was her fault, she shouldn't cry, scared to her daughter.
And such a small child fluttered his mother's curly eyelashes under Xia Ruoxin's gentle shaking, and fell asleep again.
It was not until a long time later that she reluctantly let go of the child in her arms. In fact, she didn't want to let go at all, she was reluctant. I really want to hold her like this and never let go.
She is her baby, her life.
Holding her extremely tired body, she struggled to get out of bed. Her whole body was in terribly painful pain, especially her left hand and lower body. Just a slight movement would hurt her so much that she continued to break out in cold sweat
She really didn't want to move—no, not even a step, but when her eyes looked at the little meatball on the small bed again, she smiled again, with her, nothing was important anymore, with her Nothing hurts her anymore.
She got out of bed, walked step by step, and then boiled the water. Every time she couldn't bear it, she would take a look at the daughter she had worked so hard to give birth to, so she could persevere.
Finally, a pot of hot water was boiled, usually she was reluctant to use it by herself, she walked over, hugged the obedient little guy on the bed, and kissed her incomparably soft little face again.