Chapter 521: Chapter 521

Unforgettable loveWords: 6897



.

Dolores Flores didn’t think that woman would say such intimate things in public.

She felt a little embarrassed and didn’t know how to answer her.

Seeing Dolores blush and feel uncomfortable, the woman smiled, “We are both married, so we are in the same situation. There’s nothing to be ashamed of, don’t you think?”. Dolores smiled and said nothing.

However, this woman didn’t want to let it go, “You’re young, and you definitely don’t know things inside out.”

The woman bent down again, and even the ‘trainee doctor’ behind Dolores Flores lowered her body, trying to understand to what extent childbirth affected the woman.

Before, she had never considered this question, and thought it was a natural matter, pregnancy and childbirth.

The book she bought earlier only talked about the stages of pregnancy, and did not say what damage childbirth caused to a woman’s body.

“Let me tell you about a friend of mine. When she gave birth to her son, he was too big. She said that when she was giving birth, the cut on her side was very deep, and there was no anesthesia during suturing. I didn’t experience it, and just hearing about it terrifies me.” When the woman said this, it was as if she experienced the pain; her face was tense.

Dolores had given birth before, and she had heard that this method was used if the child was too large. However, she had not used this method.

At that time, her condition was not very good. She did not know if it was because the feeding was not maintained, as the two children were too small.

“Think about it. That woman’s place is that big, and it stretches forcibly. Even if it recovers later, it is impossible for it to return to its original state. I advise you to have a cesarean section as well. Because of your husband, you have to have a cesarean section.” The woman seemed informed and was adamant.

Dolores merely smiled politely. Although the subject was too much, her heart was not too bad to change the subject.

“Say something; I mean it. Women and men are different. Men don’t need to give birth. To put it negatively, your part wouldn’t change. We are different. It would sink in after the couple has been together for a long time, besides giving birth. Oh. I think women are too miserable. It would be nice to meet a man with a conscience. If they don’t have a conscience, risk your life to give birth to a child, and he will still want to divorce you.” The woman seemed to be lamenting and very insecure, but Dolores Flores understood that women are always sensitive during pregnancy.

It was probably that her husband was too busy and didn’t care enough about her, which is why she would have such extreme emotions.

“Don’t think too much.” Dolores comforted her.

The woman saw that Dolores didn’t seem to care, and she didn’t understand, “You really don’t care? After you lose everything you’ll understand then. I have too many examples around me. Just the one of the friend of mine I told you about a while ago, the one who gave birth using the side cut. Now she and her husband are getting divorced.”

Dolores looked at the woman and did not speak. Perhaps, the negativity around her was affecting her too much, making her have those thoughts.

Dolores sighed deeply. She thought that, if a man loved a woman, even if there were changes, he would probably understand, since she had given birth to his child.

Applying this woman’s words, when a woman met a man without a conscience, no matter how hard she tried to keep it, he would change her heart.

She was supposed to be in a good mood and try to keep him. After hearing this woman’s words, she became sad.

It was not because she was afraid of having a child and her body changing, or whether she disliked him or not, but because life is not easy for woman. If she met a nice man and suffered a little, as long as he understood and loved her, then it would be worth it. Otherwise, she would only suffer.

He stroked the woman’s hand and said comfortingly, “During pregnancy, it is better to keep a cheerful mood so that it will benefit you and the fetus.”

Thinking about the above, I had heard an old teacher say that when a woman entered the delivery room, she had to look at her shoes again, and wondered if she could wear them alive.

Medical conditions were really bad before; now, it was better. There were far fewer maternal deaths and fewer babies were born with stupid disabilities.

She felt that maternal love was natural. Once a woman got pregnant, she loved the child she was carrying. It didn’t matter if she loved the man who got her pregnant or not, she would certainly love that child.

It’s like the old saying: a child was a piece of flesh detached from the mother. Once they were united by flesh and blood, they would be the next of kin.

At that point, the woman was called. She picked up a stack of checklists and stood up holding her stomach. She looked back at Dolores, “Thank you; I’ll keep a cheerful mood.”

Dolores smiled back and looked at the woman walking alone to the blood testing area. She understood why she was so worried about suffering gains and losses.

It was probably because it was difficult for a person to be pregnant, so she tended to imagine things.

She lowered her head and looked at her belly. It was already bulging and there was some fetal movement. Even though the scale was small, she could feel it. The look in her eyes became soft and tender. She was thinking inwardly, and she didn’t know if the father missed the child.

‘Where is he now; what is he doing.’

‘Could he forget me and the child?’

Suddenly she let out a laugh; she felt that the woman had deceived her and had become more sensitive.

She became immersed in her thoughts and didn’t notice the ‘trainee doctor’ behind her looking at her belly.

She resisted not rushing to cover his hand, and gently touching the child in her belly together.

After a while, Dolores was called. She stood up with one hand on the armrest of the chair. Her pregnancy was not yet that far along, so she didn’t need much strength.

She went to the blood testing area, sat down in the high chair and stretched out her arm. Her skin was white, so it was easier to find the veins. However, the blood drawn would be from the arm, so they had to use a tourniquet tied to his arm so the veins would show. They rubbed his arm with alcohol. The doctor took the syringe, preparing to penetrate his skin.

The ‘trainee doctor’ behind her feared she might hurt herself. He went over to see her face; there was no expression on her face, but he noticed that her side arm was clenched into a fist. It was understandable that she was nervous at that moment.

He didn’t think anything of it, and moved to take her hand. He wanted to be by her side when she was facing pain to give her some slight comfort.

.

.

.