An Yiruo lay on the hospital bed that had been prepared in advance and was wheeled into the VIP ward that had been prepared beforehand.
The obstetrician-gynecologist came over and examined An Yiruo.
"Madam, you are already experiencing contractions. Once your cervix is dilated to three centimeters, you can receive an epidural."
"However, the process from now until the epidural is still very difficult, and you and the baby will have to work together," the doctor said gently.
"I will."
Inside the ward, only Mo Jingchen was present. An Yiruo's face turned pale with pain during contractions, but she seemed fine afterward.
As time passed, the time for An Yiruo's contractions drew closer. Seeing the stray hairs on her forehead damp with sweat from the pain, Mo Jingchen's heart ached with each contraction.
"Honey, I'm going to find a doctor to see if I can get an epidural."
The pain of contractions had just subsided, and An Yiruo lay weakly on the hospital bed, letting out a soft "hmm" through her nose.
Urged by Mo Jingchen, the doctor jogged to An Yiruo's ward where she was experiencing contractions. After examining her, he said, "Madam hasn't reached the standard yet. It looks like it will take another two hours."
"Isn't there any other way?" Mo Jingchen frowned, clearly displeased with the doctor's words.
"Mr. Mo, the pain of childbirth cannot be relieved. Once you are dilated to three centimeters, you can get an epidural, which will make you feel much better."
Mo Jingchen looked displeased, didn't look at the doctor, and didn't say anything more.
He returned to An Yiruo's bedside: "Wife, hang in there a little longer, your husband will stay with you."
Before long, Gu Wanting and the old lady of the Mo family arrived at An Yiruo's ward.
Since it was inconvenient for Mo Zhiyuan, being a man, to go inside, he waited in the hospital corridor.
Xu Nian, along with Madam Pei and the two from the Mo family, arrived at the hospital ward one after the other.
Xu Nian looked at her daughter on the hospital bed. Her little face was pale from the pain, and tears instantly streamed down her face.
"Mom, don't cry, it doesn't hurt that much."
"Okay, okay. Mommy is just a little emotional. Mommy won't cry. An'an, would you like some water or something to eat?"
"I'll have plenty of energy for production later."
An Yiru shook her head: "I can't eat."
"If you can't eat, close your eyes and rest for a while to recharge your energy," Xu Nian said, gently stroking An Yiruo's head with one hand, just like when An Yiruo was sick as a child.
"Um."
Two hours later, An Yiruo finally met the requirements for receiving an epidural. Under the guidance of the doctor and nurses, An Yiruo felt as if she had been brought back to life.
My stomachache is gone, I feel better, and I have a better appetite.
"Mr. Mo, now is the time to prepare some food for your wife, as she will need a lot of energy during childbirth."
"Wife, what do you want to eat? I'll go buy it," Mo Jingchen leaned down, looking at An Yiruo with tenderness and affection, and said softly.
"I want to eat crayfish and drink milk tea."
"Okay, I'll be right back."
Gu Wanting and Xu Nian sat by An Yiruo's bedside, talking to her to distract her and prevent her from becoming nervous.
Mo Jingchen was very fast. An Yiruo felt like he had just left a few minutes ago, but now he was back with milk tea and crayfish.
Xu Nian helped set up a small table, and Mo Jingchen put on gloves and peeled crayfish for her...
During this period, the doctor came back to check on An Yiruo's condition every now and then until she met the delivery criteria, at which point the epidural was removed and An Yiruo was wheeled into the delivery room.
The pain was immediately triggered when the epidural was removed, and her little face scrunched up in pain once again.
An Yiruo's hands gripped the railing tightly, remaining motionless.
Outside the delivery room, Mo Jingchen would occasionally look up and peer out, and sometimes pace back and forth in front of the delivery room door, his heart filled with anxiety and unease.
Xu Nian's worries were no less than Mo Jingchen's, but as an elder, she couldn't just pace back and forth in the hospital corridor like Mo Jingchen did.
The heart-wrenching screams from inside the delivery room pierced Mo Jingchen's heart with every single one.
He only wished that time would pass faster, so that the mischievous little devil in An Yiruo's belly could come out sooner.
At 8:25, a nurse came out of the delivery room, holding a baby who was wrapped up very tightly, and said, "An Yiruo's family."
"Here." Mo Jingchen reacted instinctively, rushing quickly to the nurse.
"Mother and child are both safe and sound. It's a boy. Congratulations."
Mo Jingchen, having no interest in looking after the child, anxiously asked, "Where's my wife?"
"Your wife has a minor tear and needs stitches inside. She'll be out in a bit. Don't worry."
Look at the baby first, isn't he adorable!
The child was being held by Gu Wanting. Mo Jingchen walked over and took a look. The child was fair and tender, like a little pink dumpling.
But it was this little dumpling that caused his wife so much suffering!
The baby was taken back to the ward by Gu Wanting and the others, while Mo Jingchen waited outside the delivery room for An Yiruo to come out.
The door opened and closed again, and An Yiruo, lying on the hospital bed, was wheeled out by a nurse.
Mo Jingchen looked at the person on the hospital bed. Her face was pale and she looked exhausted. The wisps of hair on her forehead were soaked with sweat, making her look like a porcelain doll that would break at the slightest touch.
Mo Jingchen's tears instantly streamed down his face. He lowered his head and gently kissed An Yiruo's lips, whispering in her ear, "Wife, you've worked hard."
Where are the children?
"The baby has been taken back to the ward by the mother and the others, don't worry."
An Yiruo nodded, she was really too tired, and closed her eyes to rest.
Mo Jingchen covered her with the blanket and pushed her back to the ward...
The little one was very obedient, seemingly knowing that his mother had worked hard, and didn't cry or fuss.
She slept soundly in Gu Wanting's arms...
When An Yiruo woke up again, it was late at night. Still half asleep, she felt thirsty: "Husband..."
"An'an, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Mo Jingchen, who was sitting next to An Yiruo's hospital bed, immediately stood up and asked softly.
"I want to drink water."
"Let me help you up."
Mo Jingchen supported her, letting An Yiruo lean her whole body against his chest, and held a thermos cup in one hand, bringing it to An Yiruo's lips.
"Are you hungry? I'll go get you something to eat?"
Mo Jingchen put An Yiruo's thermos aside and asked her if she wanted something to eat.
“I want to see the child first,” An Yiruo shook her head.
"The child is in another room, being looked after by Mom and the nanny. I'll go get him and bring him over for you to see."
Mo Jingchen rocked the hospital bed up and added a pillow for her. After making sure An Yiruo wouldn't feel uncomfortable, he left to hold the baby.
When he returned, Mo Jingchen was holding a tiny, soft little bundle in his arms.
Wrapped in a blanket, his small body felt more real to An Yiruo when she saw him.
"So cute," An Yiruo reached out and touched his little face, but then worried that she might hurt him if she touched him too hard.
"She looks like you, and has very fair skin."
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