I vaguely remember the day when you were born.
At 7 pm on February 2, 2006, I went to the bathroom to wash. Suddenly I found a warm liquid flowing out of my body, which was not mature at that time. After that, another burst of liquid flowed out of my body, which made me clearly realize that you were calling my mother.
Seeing this, your grandmother called your grandfather who was still working overtime in a panic and called a van to take her mother and you directly to the hospital gate.
When I went to the hospital, I had a B-ultrasound, which showed that the fetus was big and there was much amniotic fluid. The doctor in the delivery room measured the uterine height and abdominal circumference of the parturient and suggested caesarean section. When I was pregnant for the first time, I was very nervous and lost when I heard such words. I don't think as a woman, I can't feel the feeling of giving birth without having experienced natural childbirth. I'll find your cousin right away. She's still working in the hospital. Ask the head nurse if she can give birth naturally. The head nurse read the B-ultrasound report and said that she could give birth naturally, but she should be able to hold on. ...
Next, the doctor set about arranging induced labor for his mother. It was just broken water, no redness and irregular contractions, so the doctor had to hang oxytocin on his mother. After hanging oxytocin, your grandmother went to the hospital cafeteria and asked me for castor oil and scrambled eggs. According to your aunt, inducing labor is helpful.
After waiting for 2 1 hour, you were born on February 3, 2006 16: 38.
When I gave birth to you, my mother was hungry and consumed too much physical strength. After giving birth to you, she fell asleep without even looking at you. At that time, the doctor just held you symbolically, showed your mother your genitals and told her that she had a little boy. In fact, at that time I wanted the doctor to hold you in front of me and let me kiss you.
When I woke up and came to the ward, I saw that you had just been born. I see that you have thick black hair, a pink face and a pair of small bright eyes that people can't put down. I couldn't help looking at it and thought it was my child.
Yesterday was February 3, 20 16, and you were 10 years old. I want to buy you a cake and take you out to play. It never occurred to me that you couldn't get well after coughing for many days, and during my confinement, my plans to buy cakes and play had to be suspended.
In the evening, you pointed to one of the recipes and said to me, "Mom, it's good for you to eat this in confinement." I smiled at you knowingly, and I was very touched.
You have been kind and optimistic since childhood, and you are a sunny child. Knowing how to take care of other people's feelings, these qualities are precious to my mother, and nothing external can surpass them. I hope that as time goes by, they will always be with you.
Son, I always feel that I don't love you enough. Always feel that my love is not enough for you. I can't help kissing you when you are asleep; I can't help touching your little ass, hands and face. Even if you are ten years old, you still like every part of your body. I think this is a mother's truest feeling for her children!
May your future life be healthier, happier, safer and happier!