Shorthand/postpartum reflections.

I read an article yesterday saying that the most touching moment of childbirth is when new fathers turn to hug their wives and say to her, "It's hard work, I love you." Then the comments below were all discussing the reaction of postpartum husbands, so I spent some time Time to think about this.

Husband's reaction after giving birth - well, I don't know. In my impression, it took me two full days to get out of the anesthesia. I woke up in the middle, but the whole person was as dazed as taking drugs - my stomach was burning, I cried when the needles on the back of my hand and wrist touched it, and the postoperative pain relief machine (guess it should be morphine?) did not pay at all.

Then I was very resistant to seeing the child. I remember my parents and my sister coming to see me the next afternoon, and I was reluctantly holding the drip stand and rubbing it into the nursery—Damn, yes far enough.

A lot of people have asked me when I'm having my second baby, and I honestly didn't really think about it. Occasionally, there are thoughts floating by, I want to have another daughter, of course, my son is also very good, I want to have another child, so that my beloved baby can have a life that can dedicate to each other, help and love each other, and always treat each other. The object of the heart - even if the world is very difficult, they at least have each other, even if my husband and I both leave this world, they will never need to be afraid and can always go home.

But this reason is actually very selfish, I just want to replicate the love my parents and siblings have for me.

I still get goosebumps when I think about the three days and two nights before, during, and after giving birth—the torture—and I still get goosebumps. I'm scared.

I want to eat a full meal (naturally occurring for too long and become a caesarean section), and I am fully qualified to say that - the birth is really not painful, it is not the birth that makes me scream all day and night, but the inevitable pain of the fetal head descending, and the birth It doesn't matter, mothers who give birth naturally will be in pain for longer at that stage.

The husband took five days of paternity leave, helped me to run errands on the first day, watched me scream and cry on the second day (and then made him very anxious), continued to run errands on the third day, and the fourth and fifth days, all because of me Unable to move and working hard.

Whoever said giving birth is just a difficult day for a mother, that's because you don't know how terrifying it is to be an anxious partner - until I was half a year postpartum, the child would crawl, and he would still talk in his sleep in the middle of the night: "Come on, wife, come on. Just hold on, and you'll be pain-free in an hour!"

Then he would open his eyes slightly, reach out and hold my hand, and fall asleep again.

Mother's Day is approaching, my husband has been hinting or expressing that we can celebrate a little on that day, but I have not given a positive answer; on the one hand, it is because I don't know whether he wants to invite my in-laws together or just the three of us. cat world? On the other hand, now that the hormonal effects have completely faded away, I have been thinking that all I really have is the inability to eat, sleep well, vomit before childbirth, postpartum pain, lack of sleep during breastfeeding, and frequent episodes of dirty phobia, that’s all.

But as my EY partner, what he has to face is that I am in a mood of anger all the time, and I don't feel good about anything. I don't care if I get angry with him. Did I eat nutritiously when I ate a meal; I woke up in the middle of the night with cramps, and he was in a state of preparation in an instant - I had already gone back to sleep, but he kept his eyes open until dawn, and then dragged his sleep-deprived tired body to face the new battle. one day (and all kinds of idiots who say idiots are insulting to idiots); what impresses me the most is that on weekends I was on vacation and he was on duty. When I was woken up, I lost my temper at him and said he was making me sleep, but he didn't say anything, he just said he was worried and let me go back to sleep.

In fact, I haven't sorted out what I want to say. In short, during the eight months of parenting alone, I had tens of thousands of complaints, and I followed the mother group and scolded the pig teammates angrily, but in fact I know that he is not heartless. Just powerless. And his thoughtfulness and caring are reflected in some strange places - for example, eating my favorite bowl of kueh three times a week, or even when he took a rare vacation, he let me sleep deep without complaint.

At the end of this month is our two-year wedding anniversary, and it's hard to imagine that it's been two years.

Husband, thank you for the life you gave me, thank you for accompanying me through the difficulties of life step by step, thank you for sticking with me every time I get sick and become a shrew, lunatic, crazy, thank you for loving me like a treasure Dear furry children, thank you for giving me so, so much freedom and joys and sorrows, thank you for accommodating all my emotions and flaws, thank you for taking care of me so hard and cherishing me so unbearably.

Thank you to the universe for us to meet, thank you for choosing me, thank you for identifying with me.

I love you too, with all my life.