Thank you, because tears blame deep in your heart when we have overcome the darkest days ... I know him at 33 years old, who left the marriage unhappy with people Old husband. I live independent, dynamic, have a cute 8-year-old daughter, with stable jobs and quite income
. He came to me as a soy joke of fate, the 34-year-old man was unmarried, with 10 years living in Europe, with property, work and civilized lifestyle, calmly. Dozens of young girls when he came back to Vietnam, friends .
. to introduce each other to him. That's why I, right from the first minutes, were not loved by the people of him. I also said my farewell, because my self-respect, but his determination and love with my mother's mother did me softly went on. I wear a wedding dress in the spiritual but full of spirits Leading wicks, scaled views. It seems that life will be smooth when we are private and wait for the beloved son. Suspecting the storm only begins ... I have been pregnant for 8 weeks, starting to be threatened, seeing a doctor to say "striker vegetables", nightmares with pregnant women, making me always face At the risk of losing children and losing lives
The horrible bleeding battles made me exhausted both physically and mentally, many nights of the provinces in the middle of the nightmare when I imagined that BVy was leaving myself in a pool of blood, I sobbed like a child in The bracelet clapped her husband, and then tried to cave himself to try to hold the child. Horror months passed and then the day the doctor appointed to surgery, because if it would be dangerous to the life of both mother and child. Because the emergency surge should be all anesthesia, when we wake up, I feel like I'm in a white room, so cold, not enough to call so I keep lying there in the extreme fear, don't know I'm alive Or dead, the son is safe? And the tears kept in the panic in the panic. Lastly after the nurse in and knew I was awake, saying I lost a lot of blood, so I had to stay with a 4-hour recovery room, I was normal to rest assured, I felt All arduous pains in the past 8 months have been answered, the happiness shattered, causing me to rise again. I went to the dark and welcomed my wife to the postoperative room. He takes care of me dedicatedly, always smiling and stroked my cheeks, saying, "I'm good," when I asked me, I said because I was so weak that I couldn't get up to send it on the children to take care of little care Day.Hai day, three days, then four days, other babies born behind my child were turned away by the nurse. But my child is still not falling. Look at the mother and the room to celebrate my baby and I'm hot like the burning fire. Eight months of horrifying pregnancy are still in mind, I started to fear my child no longer. I tried to ask my husband, family members, medicine ... Everyone said I'm healthy, because I'm tired, I want to rest Few days will give me down. But I don't believe it, I suspect everyone is hidden, I started paying attention to my husband's wry smile and my husband's eyes. But he still said the same, so I just knew that she was hurt to get up, trying to eat and drink again. Then until the 6th day I was determined to meet me, saying I was fine, my chest had milk, had to let my child down to breastfeed to get antibiotics. My husband avoided looking at me, saying: "Let me say H. H. (I both) lead me". Lie after my sister, I looked at me again and said: The baby is a little disadvantaged People, but she wanted to whether I had to be resilient. The doctor said that if I was firm, 2pm onto the children's room to meet me. I looked at her, finding it difficult in my eyes, trying to bite the teeth of the pain in the chest, I didn't ask a question "disadvantage "What is it specific. Just quietly saying: "Okay, 2h I go". From then I keep my calm face, eating the lunch with an extraordinary effort. Don't ask a sentence, silently praying in my heart: I am in love with my child, please give the problems of your child who can solve the money, I will not regret anything, whether you have a failure Will also do the pediatrician who welcomes me in the outside room, asking if I have been well, the psychology is stable, because my child has a little disability, so my husband wants me to recover. I calmly looked at her, saying: "I'm fine, what kindly you keep telling me" I'm afraid to look at me, say small: "I have a missing hand". I was missing a hand. , I'm bewildered, I can't, every month I have 4-dimensional ultrasound at the doctor's home, he always says my child is normal, only weak and is at risk for early striker ... Seeing my stunned face, I hurriedly grabbed my hand: "Are you alright?" I answered like in a dream: "I'm okay, is the left hand or right hand?" "Is the left hand, well May I, and my son should be better than my daughter ". I want to laugh on the bitter, luckily, that's my child, the son's son's deep love of my life ... doctor Q: "Do you want to meet you now?", I hurriedly said: "Yes, you . Dịch vụ:
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