Chapter 530 Our Zhaozhao, is a father now
. Yu Tingwan has no experience in giving birth for the first time.
Ning Suchan was worried and entered the delivery room to accompany her. She arranged everything, big and small.
Yu Tingwan was fed ginseng tea by Wei Zhao and tried to eat two eggs, and she was in so much pain.
But the midwife said: "The cervix has not opened yet, Madam, please bear with it."
Yu Tingwan endured it for half an hour, and her whole body was covered with cold sweat. After drinking the boiled medicine, she felt much better.
She held Wei Zhao's hand tightly, really persistent.
"Think about it quickly."
Wei Zhao wiped her sweat, his hands were actually shaking a little, and his mind was on Yu Tingwan.
How could he have the mind to think of a name.
But he responded quickly.
"Okay."
Yu Tingwan heard the movement outside, and tried to divert attention: "Who is outside?"
Wei Zhao did not go out, but his hearing was very good: "Ningguo Marquis Mansion. Maybe my aunt and others heard the movement and rushed here in a hurry."
After a while.
Wei Zhao: "He Xuran might have just bumped into us, so he came along as well."
Yu Tingwan said: "He's really busy."
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The Taifu Mansion and the Shunguogong Mansion are far apart.
For some reason, Jiashan has been distracted and her eyelids are twitching. When she accidentally dropped the teacup, Gu Fuju strode in.
"Madam."
"Yaoyao is about to give birth, come with me."
Jiashan didn't care about the tea stains on her clothes, and rushed out.
When they arrived, they didn't have time to greet the people waiting in the yard, so they asked in a hurry.
"How long have you been in there?"
Shen Jin: "Almost an hour."
Gu Fuju looked gloomy, staring straight at the closed door of the delivery room.
He was not there when Jiashan gave birth that year, and even now he still has a shadow when thinking about it.
He caught up with Yaoyao this time. But when a woman gives birth, it's like walking through the gates of hell, and he is always uneasy.
A hoarse cry of pain came from the room, as if mixed with blood foam choking out of the throat.
The door opened, and Tan Jiang hurried out, holding a basin of blood in her hand, and took the hot water that had been prepared outside the house and went back in.
Jiashan suddenly froze, looking at Ge Lao with a confused heart, and asked urgently.
"Can I go in?"
Gu Wu twisted the handkerchief with her hands, and saw Ge Lao asking Jiashan to change clothes and clean herself. She hurriedly said, "I am not married
yet..." Jiashan: "You haven't married yet, and you haven't given birth yet, so you can't." She went to the wing room to change clothes and clean herself, put on the same white fine linen clothes that Tan Jiang had fumigated with Atractylodes for three days, and wiped her body with water boiled with mugwort, cymbidium and calamus. Focus on washing your hands to the elbows: Entering the delivery room, the air was filled with the smell of blood. Jiashan rubbed his hands with liquor mixed with garlic juice, and after doing all this, he went to the inner room. The girl on the couch was sweaty and her black hair was weakly stuck to her pale face. Jiashan's heart was pulled together. Watching from a distance, he didn't dare to get close. He was afraid that there would be too many people around the couch and it would affect the midwife. Every time she heard Yu Tingwan cry out in pain, her brows would twitch violently. Yu Tingwan only heard the midwife telling her to push harder, and to push harder, because the head would soon come out. As soon as one wave of pain passed, another wave came up. It was more fierce and cruel than before, leaving her no room to breathe, as if someone was holding an iron hook and stirring from her lower abdomen to her spine. She was in so much pain. She subconsciously wanted to bite her lips. But she couldn't bear to bite herself. She grabbed Wei Zhao's hand, pulled it over, and bit it. She didn't want to use force, but she couldn't help it, and soon she tasted blood at the corner of her mouth. Yu Tingwan was about to spit it out. "Pooh!" But Wei Zhao came over forcefully, dragging his neck steadily, his lips whiter than Yu Tingwan's. Wei Zhao's back was soaked with cold sweat: "Keep biting if it hurts." "I'll hurt with you."
Wei Zhao was originally bent over, biting one hand and holding the other hand tightly on the edge of the bed, his fingertips were stretched white.
After an unknown amount of time, the baby's cry suddenly sounded.
He relaxed all his strength and slammed his knees heavily on the footrest.
His lips moved, but he couldn't say anything.
Yu Tingwan felt a drop of water spread on his fingertips, looked at Wei Zhao's red eyes, and smiled weakly at him.
"Our Zhao Zhao, you're going to be a father now."
The midwife cut the umbilical cord neatly and wrapped the crying baby in a soft silk quilt.
"It's the little lady, your eyebrows and eyes are so pretty."
"Is the calming soup with longan meat and angelica root ready?"
"It's ready."
"Then bring it over quickly for Madam to drink."
The delivery room is connected to the bedroom for two people next door.
The smell of blood here is too strong, not suitable for rest and confinement later.
The bedroom was also arranged properly, with a new mattress and fried old mugwort ash at the bottom.
Wei Zhao carefully carried Yu Tingwan back to the next room and settled her down.
Yu Tingwan lay on the soft bed. After drinking the medicine, she couldn't open her eyes. She didn't care about anything else and was drowsy.
Yu Tingwan was tired, but she was excited with her eyes closed.
She was strong and wanted to wait for Ning Suchan to bring Guaiguai over so that she could take a look. She asked Wei Zhao, the father, whether the name was chosen! ! !
She heard a low voice.
"She didn't suffer much during this pregnancy."
It was Ning Suchan.
"She fell to the ground in less than two hours. Even the midwife said it was rare and neat. There was no tear in the lower head and the fetal position was correct."
Ning Suchan: "When I gave birth, it was at night, and the fetal position was not stable. I endured the whole night and it was not until dawn that it was willing to come out."
Jiashan came over to wipe Yu Tingwan's hands gently.
"When I gave birth to Yaoyao, everything went smoothly."
"Premature babies are not as big as full-term babies. The maid next to me told me that this baby has a small face and a small body. Everything is small, even its cry sounds like a kitten."
Why did the maid say that?
Because she had never seen it.
"I am sorry for her. I made her suffer so much."
"Unlike her, she was sensible at such a young age. She knew that danger was coming and she didn't want me to suffer too much, so she gave birth to me."
She didn't mention a word about the difficulties at the time.
As for the pain of childbirth, it had long been diluted by the separation of mother and daughter, and Jiashan had long forgotten it.
She didn't notice the slight trembling of Yu Tingwan's eyelashes.
Maybe it's because she has become a mother and knows that pregnancy and childbirth are not easy, so her heart is always softer than before.
Maybe the hurdle in Yu Tingwan's heart had been unconsciously melted by the care of the Gu family couple.
Yu Tingwan couldn't help thinking about it.
At that time, there were countless refugees outside, banging on the door crazily. Jiashan desperately gave birth to her in the dilapidated temple, and almost had a hemorrhage and entered the gates of hell. Finally, she
gave birth.
She fainted and waited for Gu Fuju.
But when she woke up, she learned that her daughter was missing and was in a trance.
I don’t know how she survived these days and nights.
She slowly opened her eyes.
She saw Jiashan occupying Wei Zhao’s position and pushing Wei Zhao away.
He wiped her fingertips with very light force, as if brushing the tenderest crabapple on the branch, as if afraid of waking up some fragile treasure, and even carefully avoided the blue veins on his wrist.
The lights were on in the house, and the dim halo stained her eyebrows and eyes, condensing into a warm shadow.
Yu Tingwan looked at her for a long time with relief.
The fingertips curled up.
Seeing this, Jiashan hurriedly looked at her, thinking that he had woken her up, and was afraid that she was uncomfortable.
The girl’s lips moved.
Jiashan heard her voice, which was soft, weak, and particularly rough.
"Mother."
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