Chapter 136 Ping An gave birth to a child...
Chapter 136
From beginning to end, the person Zhao Yueru trusted most was Meng Yingying.
She never told anyone about the gold her family had hoarded for her.
But she would tell Meng Yingying that, at the most important moment in her life, Meng Yingying was the most important person to Zhao Yueru.
Meng Yingying didn't want to hear these words, but Zhao Yueru still insisted, "I've divided it into three places. The first is under the bed in the house I'm living in now, another place is under the bed in the Zhou family's house in Mengjiatun, and the last place is in the Meng family's house."
Upon hearing the name Meng family, Meng Yingying was startled and looked up.
"right."
Zhao Yueru said, "It's right under your bed."
She was numb with pain, even her soul was trembling. "Yingying, that's all I have left. If I'm gone, you can take it all."
"If my child is born safely, you can wait until he grows up before giving it to him."
“Don’t give it to him when he’s a child.” She gasped, “Because I’m not sure when Zhou Jingsong will remarry after I’m gone.”
People say that having a stepmother means having a stepfather.
Zhao Yueru looked at Meng Yingying with teary eyes, as if entrusting her child to someone for the last time, "Yingying, if this child survives, please help me watch him grow up."
Meng Yingying couldn't bear to hear this. She raised her hand to wipe away her tears, "You should take care of your own child."
"You expect others to take care of you? Zhao Yueru, wake up! If you really die, and another woman comes to sleep with your man and beat your child, let's see if you can swallow that anger."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yueru, who had been barely breathing, sat up in shock, her eyes widening in surprise. "She dares!"
His eyes sharpened.
“If you leave, she will certainly dare to do it.” Meng Yingying knew that she was frightened by childbirth, so she held her hand tightly. “Don’t think about these things now. Your most important task now is to give birth to this child.”
These words seemed to give Zhao Yueru a shot of adrenaline.
Her previously dejected state was slowly improving. She didn't remember anything else, but she did remember Meng Yingying saying that if she were gone...
Other women will sleep with her man and beat her children.
She truly couldn't accept this fact.
So Zhao Yueru held back her anger and stopped crying out, enduring the pain until her cervix dilated.
When the fingertips were dilated to eight, Meng Yingying realized something was wrong. Zhao Yueru kept saying, "Yingying, I think I need to go to the toilet."
Going to the toilet here refers to defecating.
Meng Yingying suddenly realized, "You're not going to have a baby, are you?"
She turned and ran towards the door, shouting, "Doctor, doctor, my Yue Ru is about to give birth! Where is she? Where is she?"
"Hurry up and come here!"
Meng Yingying swore she had never been this anxious before. The last time she felt this way was when her father passed away. But her father's death was a given, while Yue Ru's situation was different.
The usually gentle and calm Meng Yingying lost her composure at this moment.
As soon as she went out to greet him, Zhou Jingsong immediately went out to call the doctor. The doctor was already prepared, so he arrived very quickly.
After checking Zhao Yueru's cervix, they quickly told Meng Yingying and Zhou Jingsong to leave, "Wait at the door and bring in the baby's clothes, blankets, and diapers."
Zhou Jingsong was dumbfounded. "The things are at home. I'll go back and get them now."
When Yue Ru started bleeding, Zhou Jingsong panicked like crazy. Only now did he realize what was happening. The doctor was also angry, "Is it too late to go back and get it now?"
"Send a telegram or make a phone call to tell your family to send it over quickly. Otherwise, the mother will give birth before the clothes arrive. It's still several degrees below zero in January. Do you plan to give birth to a baby with a bare bottom?"
Meng Yingying realized the seriousness of the problem at this moment, and she immediately said to Zhou Jingsong, "Go call Qi Donghan and tell him to send all the children's clothes over right now."
Zhou Jingsong realized what was happening and took off running.
Meng Yingying stood guard at the door. After thinking for a moment, she was still worried, so she took off her soft sweater. "Doctor, if the clothes don't arrive in time, please wrap the baby in my sweater."
The doctor glanced at it and initially didn't want it, but when he touched Meng Yingying's sweater, he found it was cashmere, very warm and soft.
She then accepted it. "Okay, wait at the door. When the swaddle blankets and clothes arrive, have the nurse bring them in immediately."
Meng Yingying nodded and stood guard at the door, pacing back and forth. Although it was the dead of winter, fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
She looked up at the operating room door again and again. At this moment, she didn't know whether she should pray that Yue Ru would give birth to the child quickly or slowly.
The former suffered greatly under the moonlight, while the latter gave birth to a child but had no clothes.
Zhou Jingsong arrived quickly. After making the call, he rushed over and saw that Meng Yingying had taken off her clothes. He was stunned for a moment, then took off his own thick cotton-padded coat and handed it to the nurse.
“I called Lao Qi, and he came over very soon.”
Meng Ying nodded.
The operating room door was not soundproof, and the heart-wrenching screams from inside almost echoed throughout the entire corridor.
Time passed second by second.
Meng Yingying's face was covered in sweat, and she became increasingly nervous. In this short time, she began to pray to all the gods and Buddhas in the sky.
Yue Ru is such a good person, I beg the Bodhisattvas and Buddhas to take a look at her and not let anything happen to her.
Just as Meng Yingying was in a state of confusion, Qi Donghan rushed in, carrying a bag in his hand.
The first person he looked at upon arrival was Meng Yingying, who was only wearing a coat, a sweater, and a dance costume underneath.
Now the sweater was gone, leaving only her bare neck exposed to the cold wind.
Qi Donghan didn't ask where her clothes were. He first handed the bundle in his hand to Zhou Jingsong, saying, "I broke down your door to get your clothes."
After saying that, he took off his military overcoat and draped it over Meng Yingying. Only then did he realize that Meng Yingying was trembling all over.
She wasn't actually as calm as she appeared.
"Yingying?"
Qi Donghan shouted, and Meng Yingying looked up at him blankly, "Qi Donghan, will Yue Ru be alright?"
She began to comfort herself, telling herself that Yue Ru would definitely be alright.
But as she listened to the screams coming from inside, she herself became uncertain.
Will everything really be alright?
Meng Yingying didn't know that; all she knew was that she had never given birth.
All she knew was that every minute and every second she spent outside the operating room was agonizing.
Ignoring the stares of passersby, Qi Donghan held her in his arms and whispered, "It's alright."
"It'll be fine."
As he finished speaking, a clear cry came from the operating room, a cry that sounded like heavenly music.
Meng Yingying's tense body instantly relaxed. "She gave birth."
"The moon has risen."
"We just don't know if it's a boy or a girl."
She remembered what Zhao Yueru had told her before: "Yingying, I want to have a boy. Pregnancy and childbirth are too painful. If it's a daughter, she will follow in my footsteps in the future."
The next moment, before Meng Yingying could react, the operating room door opened, and the first thing to be brought out was the baby, who was already dressed in a small outfit.
That was sent over by Qi Donghan earlier, and the outermost layer of the clothes wasn't wrapped in a blanket, but rather covered with the sweater that Meng Yingying had handed over earlier.
The sweater was softer than the blanket, so the nurse chose it and wrapped the baby up as the outermost layer.
They brought her out like that, all plump and healthy. "It's a boy, five pounds and six ounces. Come and take a look."
It was handed to Zhou Jingsong. Zhou Jingsong had never held such a small child before. He looked down and saw a small, red, wrinkled baby wrapped in the clothes.
The baby was born with its eyes still closed.
Zhou Jingsong reached out stiffly to catch the baby, and the nurse tapped his arm. "Like this, bend your elbow a little. Yes, relax. If you hold the baby in a relaxed position, the baby will be more comfortable."
Zhou Jingsong did as instructed. After picking up the child, he glanced down and couldn't help but smile. "Doctor, where's my wife?"
Meng Yingying glanced at it only once before looking away. "Yes, how is Mom?"
"Mom will be out soon, just a little while."
"Take the child to the ward first."
"Leave two people here to wait for the pregnant woman."
Now, the three of them looked at each other in bewilderment.
Meng Yingying didn't want to leave; she wanted to wait for Yue Ru to come out of the operating room so she could be the first to see her.
Zhou Jingsong didn't want to leave either; he wanted to wait for his wife to come out.
So, the two of them looked at Qi Donghan at the same time.
Qi Donghan's Adam's apple bobbed as he pointed to his nose, "Me?"
"Yes, it's you."
Zhou Jingsong carefully handed the child to Qi Donghan, saying, "Take the child to the ward first."
Qi Donghan, “…”
Qi Donghan wasn't holding a child; he was practically holding a time bomb.
He had never been this nervous when he first handled a gun. The child was so small, like a kitten, so soft. He held the child in his arms, afraid that the child would fall to the ground if he wasn't careful.
Qi Donghan remained ramrod straight the entire time, not daring to move at all, for fear of hurting the child.
Seeing him like this, Zhou Jingsong couldn't stand it anymore.
"Didn't the nurse just teach me? Bend your elbows a little and relax. Don't be so tense, and don't think it's too difficult. Lao Qi, just think of it as a rehearsal."
"I'm entrusting my son to you, so you'd better treat him well."
Qi Donghan, “…”
If Zhou Jingsong and Yingying hadn't been both tied up, he would never have accepted this ticking time bomb.
Unfortunately, no one is looking at him now. Both Zhou Jingsong and Meng Yingying are staring at the door of the operating room.
Since the newborn baby couldn't be exposed to the wind in the corridor, Qi Donghan had no choice but to carry the baby in his arms to the ward.
I didn't dare put it on the bed; I could only hold it in my arms like that.
The child opened his eyes and met Qi Donghan's gaze.
Then came a deafening cry.
Qi Dong's hand trembled, and he almost threw the child out, but fortunately he remembered that the child was Zhou Jingsong's son.
He pursed his lips and said, "Don't cry, or Uncle will throw you out."
The child cried even louder.
Qi Donghan was truly at a loss. This little bundle of joy was too small to hit or scold; he had absolutely no idea what to do.
He held and comforted the child while hoping that Meng Yingying and Zhou Jingsong would return soon.
The moment the operating room door opened.
Zhao Yueru was wheeled out of the hospital bed, and Meng Yingying quickly went over to her. "Yueru, how are you?"
Zhou Jingsong also looked over, his eyes a little red, but he didn't say anything.
Zhao Yueru wanted to speak, but she was too tired and had no energy at all, so she just shook her head gently.
The nurse handed her over to Meng Yingying and Zhou Jingsong, saying, "Take her to the ward."
"I'll come over in a bit to help the baby with breastfeeding."
Zhou Jingsong pushed the wheelchair, with Meng Yingying accompanying them. Before they even entered the ward, they could hear loud crying from inside.
He was full of energy.
Upon hearing the child cry, Zhao Yueru's heart tightened, and she, who was already feeling listless, spoke up, "Quickly, push me over there to see."
After all, it was a child she carried for ten months and gave birth to.
How can you not feel heartache?
Zhou Jingsong quickened his pace, and Meng Yingying, worried that Zhao Yueru would catch a cold, took off her clothes and draped them over Zhao Yueru's head.
The cold wind vanished instantly, filling Zhao Yueru with gratitude.
I thought to myself that only girls would notice such details.
Upon arriving at the ward, Meng Yingying tried to lift Zhao Yueru, but she wasn't strong enough. Instead, she took the baby and, together with Qi Donghan and Zhou Jingsong, lifted Zhao Yueru onto the bed.
They covered themselves with the blankets, closed the door and the window, and only then did they feel at ease.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Everyone turned to look at the baby in Meng Yingying's arms. Meng Yingying was also nervous. She swallowed hard, walked over to Zhao Yueru, and handed the baby over. "Yueru, take a look?"
She squatted down and lowered the child a bit. Zhao Yueru turned her head to look at the little guy, who was crying loudly, his mouth agape.
The sound was so loud that his eyebrows and eyes turned red, and even a little purple.
Are you hungry?
None of the four had experience with babies, but Meng Yingying suddenly realized, "You're breastfeeding?"
"No, your milk didn't come in that quickly."
She turned to look at Zhou Jingsong, "Where's the baby formula we prepared earlier?"
Zhou Jingsong then realized what was happening, took out a can of milk powder from his luggage, fetched some hot water, and used a bowl to make a bowl of milk powder for the child.
When feeding, we also use a small spoon.
Seeing this, Meng Yingying was a little confused. "Do you have a baby bottle?"
This question stumped Zhou Jingsong and Zhao Yueru. "Baby bottle?"
The two then realized, "We seem to have forgotten to prepare baby bottles."
I had prepared formula, a small bowl, and a small spoon, but I completely forgot about the bottle.
Meng Yingying, "..."
Meng Yingying took a deep breath, looked at the young parents, and felt a moment of helplessness. "Qi Donghan, go to the Overseas Chinese Store to buy baby bottles. They must sell them there. Make sure they have glass bottles."
"As for the tickets, ask the nurses here if we can buy them with the birth certificate."
Qi Donghan grunted in agreement, also expressing his disdain for his comrades.
The baby was born, but I didn't even think to buy a baby bottle.
He turned to buy it, and the room quieted down. Zhou Jingsong sat on the edge of the bed holding the child, and Meng Yingying fed him little by little with a small spoon.
The little one must have been hungry, because when he drank milk with a spoon, he gulped it down in big mouthfuls.
Half of the small bowl of milk was gone in an instant, and it looked like it was about to run out.
Meng Yingying suddenly realized, "Can a newborn baby eat this much?"
She didn't know how many milliliters that small bowl contained, but it looked like a lot. This little guy is like a little glutton, opening his mouth wide and eating voraciously.
He dared to eat it, but Meng Yingying didn't dare to feed him anymore. She was a little troubled, "Should I still feed him?"
Zhao Yueru peeked out and said, "He looks like he hasn't eaten enough. Shall we feed him some more?"
Meng Yingying tentatively fed it, and the little guy, like a little bird, opened its mouth to ask for more.
"This is almost half a bowl of milk, you can't drink it now."
She wouldn't listen to Zhao Yueru anymore, and went to find a doctor. The doctor in charge of the delivery only glanced at the baby and said, "The baby isn't full yet, keep feeding him."
Meng Yingying said, "But he's already drunk half a bowl of this."
Although the bowl wasn't big, it was still a bit too big for a newborn baby.
The doctor was puzzled when he heard this. He went over and touched the little one's head and then his belly. "His belly is all bulging out."
"Let's observe it for a while longer."
As soon as he said that, the little guy started crying again, his mouth wide open and his cries sounding like a frog croaking.
It's so noisy it's giving me a headache.
What happened?
"You've already eaten, why are you still crying?"
The little guy turned the whole ward upside down.
Meng Yingying tentatively asked, "Could it be that you have diarrhea?"
Sure enough, when she put the child on the bed, she saw that he had pooped a hot, steaming poop.
"diaper."
Meng Yingying had never taken care of a child before, but she had seen others do it. Although it was a bit bumpy, she managed to change the little one's diaper.
As she changed, she called out to Zhou Jingsong, "You should learn from him."
Zhou Jingsong learned diligently, and the next time it was time to change diapers, Meng Yingying didn't interfere but let Zhou Jingsong change them himself.
Qi Donghan went to the Overseas Chinese Store to buy baby bottles, which took him quite a bit of effort. He was a generous person; a glass baby bottle cost four yuan and fifty cents, and he bought two in one go.
Because he was worried that the glass would break easily, he prepared an extra one.
Since we bought it, the little guy has already drunk from a bowl twice. It's really inconvenient to feed him spoonful by spoonful, and the milk gets cold before he's even drunk much.
Glass baby bottles have made things much more convenient.
Zhou Jingsong noticed the glass baby bottle was probably expensive and wanted to pay Qi Donghan separately. Qi Donghan gave him a cold look and said, "Are you being too polite?"
Zhou Jingsong immediately stopped giving money. After thinking for a moment, he said, "When you and Meng Yingying have a baby next time, I'll buy baby bottles for your child too."
That's how human relationships work.
Qi Donghan didn't say anything when he heard this, but just looked down at the baby who was sleeping soundly on the bed.
Her skin was rosy and wrinkled, and when she cried, she looked like a big frog.
Qi Donghan looked at the child, then at Meng Yingying. He dared not imagine what it would be like if he and Yingying had a child.
Meng Yingying noticed this and quietly withdrew from the ward.
The child is asleep now.
Yue Ru also went to sleep.
So she didn't want to talk in the ward, so she came out and asked Qi Donghan, "What's wrong?"
Qi Donghan wasn't telling the truth. He shook his head and said, "I just think the kids are so noisy, croaking like a big frog, it gives me a headache."
Meng Yingying could tell he wasn't telling the truth, and after a while she said, "Do you also want to have a child?"
This hit Qi Donghan's weak spot immediately.
He didn't say anything, but simply put his arm around Meng Yingying's shoulder and said, "We're doing just fine as we are now."
That's the truth.
Meng Yingying didn't expose him. She didn't stay at the hospital for long and went straight home. She sent Qi Donghan to a fellow villager's house to buy two chickens before returning home.
She threw in another half ginseng root, which she had found while gathering ginseng earlier. Meng Yingying had collected some herself and saved some specifically for Zhao Yueru during her postpartum period.
This is exactly what we need!
Fearing that her breasts might get blocked, Meng Yingying even scraped off the layer of oil on top of the chicken soup and used the chicken soup to cook a bowl of noodles separately, setting the noodles aside to prevent them from getting soggy.
He also instructed Qi Donghan to use brown sugar water and put two eggs in it.
After finishing all that, she went to Xia Huilan's house to borrow a thermos and put the chicken soup and noodles into it.
The brown sugar and eggs were kept in an enamel mug, close to my body, so they wouldn't get cold before I passed by.
She left quickly, and she came quickly too.
Zhao Yueru and Zhou Jingsong were still worried. What would they do if the child cried after he went out to buy food?
Zhao Yueru was not very mobile these days, and that's when Meng Yingying came.
Looking at the chicken noodle soup and brown sugar eggs that Meng Yingying had placed on the small table.
To be honest, Zhao Yueru felt like crying, and she did just that the moment she saw Meng Yingying carrying the thermos in.
Her lips twitched and she burst into tears, looking utterly aggrieved. "Yingying."
It felt like seeing a family member or a pillar of support.
Normally, her parents or in-laws should have helped with childbirth, but Zhou Jingsong simply couldn't handle it all by himself.
But her parents couldn't come, and neither could her in-laws.
Meng Yingying stepped in at this time.
People say that true friendship is revealed in times of trouble, so how could Zhao Yueru not be moved? Tears streamed down her face, and she couldn't stop crying.
Meng Yingying raised her hand to wipe away her tears, "You're in postpartum confinement, don't cry."
When I got there, the chicken soup wasn't too hot anymore, so I put the noodles in. It was still warm, just right to eat.
She was about to feed the baby, but seeing Zhou Jingsong standing next to her, she handed him the chopsticks and spoon, saying, "You feed the baby, I'll watch the child."
Zhou Jingsong naturally agreed, and he was grateful that Meng Yingying could always be of great help to them at such times.
Zhao Yueru was somewhat unwilling. She didn't know why, but she just wanted to act cute and ask Meng Yingying to feed her.
"Zhou Jingsong will feed you."
Meng Yingying said softly, "He will still have to take care of you and the child like this when we get back. Get used to it first."
"It's easier to feed the baby now that he has a bottle."
As she said this, Meng Yingying went to the bedside to look at the little guy. He had woken up again and started crying loudly like an invincible glutton.
Meng Yingying prepared half a bottle of milk for him. The little guy drank the milk and immediately stopped crying, sucking loudly.
She murmured, "Yueru, you've given birth to a little foodie."
Have you decided on a name yet?
Zhao Yueru blurted out, "Little glutton?"
Meng Yingying, "..."
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