Chapter 382 Poor Premature Baby
When the old man, the old lady and Lu Yaozong returned, it was already dark.
Aunt Wang and Sister Chen quickly heated up the food and brought it out.
"What did Xingqing give birth to?" Qin Mengjie helped the three of them serve soup.
"My daughter!" Lu Yaozong sat down in his old seat.
When he thought of the child, his brows couldn't help but frown.
The old man and the old lady didn't look very happy either.
Qin Mengjie and Jian Qingyi looked at each other.
I have a feeling something is wrong.
"Yi Yi, do you want to eat something more?" The old lady looked at Jian Qingyi.
"No, I'm not eating anymore. Mom and I just had dinner." Jian Qingyi shook her head.
"Jingjing hasn't come back yet?" The old lady only then noticed that her beloved grandson was gone.
"As the New Year approaches, the military district has a lot of things to do," Jian Qingyi explained.
The old lady turned and shouted into the kitchen, "Auntie Wang, did you leave any food for Jingjing?"
"I saved some, I saved some. I saved all the dishes that Yujing likes for him." Aunt Wang came out trotting.
Qin Mengjie smiled.
This Wang Ma really looks more like that brat's biological mother than her.
"Yi Yi, do you want to eat some pomelo? I'll peel one for you." Aunt Wang looked at Jian Qingyi with a smile.
"No." Jian Qingyi shook her head.
Is Wang Ma feeding her like a pig?
She had just finished a small plate of strawberries and apples.
"Mom, can Xingqing eat now? How about asking Aunt Wang to make some soup and send it to her tomorrow?" Qin Mengjie asked.
"No need. The doctor said she can only eat millet porridge, lotus root powder, noodles and the like this week. She can only eat meat after a week." The old lady couldn't help but sigh.
I finally got pregnant, but it was a premature birth.
Whenever the old lady thought of the child who looked like a little mouse, she sighed in her heart.
"I suspect that the reason why Xingqing's pregnancy reaction is so severe is because she took too many tonics and folk remedies in the past..." The old lady expressed her guess.
All medicines are poisonous.
Lu Xingqing has been taking tonics and folk remedies for so long, which will have some impact on her body.
The old man and Lu Yaozong also guessed so.
But the thing has already happened, and trying to get to the bottom of it now is no different from trying to remedy the situation after the sheep have been lost.
Now I just hope that the child can be safe.
"The child is born, and we can slowly make it up in the future." Qin Mengjie comforted softly.
I had severe pregnancy reactions, but now I have given birth.
If you can eat and drink again, you will be back to normal in a year or two.
"I'll go down and give the child a red envelope, and then go hug my granddaughter tomorrow."
"The child is still in the neonatal intensive care unit. You probably won't be able to hold him for another month." Lu Yaozong frowned slightly.
"Is the baby very weak?" Qin Mengjie thought that premature babies would just be small. She didn't expect him to end up in the neonatal intensive care unit.
Generally, only critically ill patients are admitted to intensive care units where medical staff are on duty 24 hours a day.
"It's not much bigger than a palm. From a distance, it looks like a newborn mouse." Lu Yaozong sighed again.
In his entire life, he had never seen a child that small.
Even though Jian Qingyi was mentally prepared, she was still shocked.
Not much bigger than a palm...
How small is this?
It's one thing to imagine it, and another to see it with your own eyes.
next day
After the prenatal check-up, Jian Qingyi and her group prepared to go see Lu Xingqing.
When passing by the ward with the words "Neonatal Intensive Care Unit" hanging on the wall, Jian Qingyi and Qin Mengjie both stopped.
The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law looked at the little person through the glass window, their eyes filled with shock.
Although the old man and the old lady frowned, they looked much calmer than Jian Qingyi and Qin Mengjie. After all, the two elders had been shocked yesterday.
The little guy in the incubator suddenly opened his mouth and started crying.
Maybe because there is not much flesh on the face, the little guy's mouth looks particularly big.
Jian Qingyi could even see the uvula in her throat through her wide-open mouth.
"Is the child hungry?" Qin Mengjie frowned.
As soon as she finished speaking, the young nurse came over with a syringe without a needle.
Look at the color of the syringe, it should contain milk.
The young nurse carefully dripped white milk into the little guy's mouth, and the little guy smacked his lips and quickly stopped crying.
But after a while, the milk that dripped in flowed out from the corners of the little guy's mouth.
The little guy started crying again.
"Sister Zhang, she still won't swallow it." The young nurse looked for help at the middle-aged nurse who was taking care of another premature baby a few steps away.
"Then you come and take care of this. I'll go call Doctor Wang." The middle-aged nurse motioned the young nurse over.
The young nurse put down the syringe filled with milk and walked over quickly.
The middle-aged nurse handed the cotton swab and syringe to the young nurse, turned around and quickly walked out of the neonatal intensive care unit.
The little guy might be very hungry, crying with his mouth wide open.
It was not known whether the baby's cry was too soft or the soundproofing in the neonatal intensive care unit was too good, but Jian Qingyi and the others could only see the baby's mouth opening wider and wider, but could not hear any sound.
A few minutes later, the middle-aged nurse came over with Dr. Wang and her assistant.
Doctor Wang went to the cabinet in the corner. She skillfully opened the door and took out the catheter from the top shelf.
The assistant turned on the machine next to him.
Jian Qingyi and the others watched as Doctor Wang inserted the thin, soft catheter into the little guy's nasal cavity and slowly pushed it in...
Maybe he felt uncomfortable, so the little guy's mouth opened even wider.
The old lady's eyes were red and she was afraid to look.
The little guy is still so small...
Qin Mengjie's hand that was holding Jian Qingyi's arm subconsciously tightened.
Suddenly, a dull sound of someone falling to the ground drew everyone's attention away from the neonatal intensive care unit.
"Young relative..." the old lady called out anxiously.
Only then did Jian Qingyi realize that the person who fainted was Lu Xingqing's mother-in-law.
Doctor Wang heard the noise inside and walked out quickly.
She squatted down, lifted up Mother-in-law Lu Xingqing's eyelids, took a look, took her pulse, and then pinched her philtrum.
After a while, Grandma Lu Xingqing woke up slowly.
As soon as she took a breath, she burst into tears, "My poor granddaughter..."
After hearing what she said, the Lu family didn't know how to comfort her.
Children that old need to have a tube inserted into their nasal cavity...
In the end, He Yi came over and persuaded her mother to stop.
In the ward, Lu Xingqing's eyes were also red and swollen.
That look made me cry as soon as I saw it.
When Jian Qingyi and others came in, she still managed a smile.
"Grandpa, Grandma..."
"Don't sit all the time. If you sit for too long during the confinement period, your waist will hurt later." The old lady helped her lie down.
"Yes! It's cold now, so you have to take good care of yourself during the confinement period. If you get any postpartum illness, you will be the one who suffers in the future." Qin Mengjie also echoed.
The young wife next door didn't take good care of herself after giving birth, so when winter came, her whole body ached and she couldn't even leave the house.
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