Nancyâs caesarean section went smoothly. The doctor only took five minutes to quickly remove the fetus, followed by rapid suturing and then the next surgery.
The eight-month-old baby was quickly subjected to various emergency treatments according to the previous plan.
The child was successfully placed in an incubator.
However, Nancy didnât know any of this. She was completely under anesthesia.
How long has it been?
Is she still alive?
What about the baby? Is the baby okay?
Everything about her body seemed so exhausted, exhausted enough to make her want to give up everything.
But there was always a voice calling out to her in her ear.
âNancy, Nancyâ¦â
It wasâ¦Mick calling her!
She couldnât just fall asleep like this. She wanted to open her eyes, to see Mick, to see their childâ¦.
Nancy felt like she was using the greatest strength of her life to open her eyes.
Finally, light slowly poured into her eyes.
It was so bright that it was almost blinding!
Her vision was almost completely white, and it took a while for her to slowly see everything in front of her.
It was⦠a white ceiling.
There were also unfamiliar machines and medical staff in white coats.
âSheâs awake, finally awake, thatâs great!â She heard someone shouting happily.
F She wanted to speak, to ask something, but her mouth was very dry and her body was so weak that she couldnât even speak.
It was only after a while that Nancy learned that she was now in the ICU ward, and it had been seventeen days since she gave birth and had surgery.
Her awakening finally relieved everyone.
Seventeen days?
She had been unconscious for so long!
And what she was most worried about at the moment was, âMick⦠Mick⦠how is he?â She used all her strength to say these words.
When the sound came out of her mouth, it was very light and indistinct.
However, the nurse understood and replied, âMr. Mick is very worried about your condition. You waking up is really the best news for him.â
â⦠want⦠to see himâ¦â She wanted to see that man, no matter what.
She had been in a coma for 17 days. What had he been doing during those 17 days?!
After saying a few words, Nancy became fired and fell asleep again.
When she woke up again, Mick was standing by her bed wearing sterile clothing.
He looked haggard and had lost a lot of weight, but his peach blossom eyes were shining with hope.
At this moment, she finally felt like she had survived!
And this man had survived too!
âIâm⦠sorry⦠for worrying youâ¦â Nancy said weakly.
âDonât apologize to me anymore!â Mick said softly. âI should be the one apologizing. You finally woke up, itâs really⦠really great.â
His voice became more nasal, as if he was about to cry.
âDonât⦠cry.â Nancy said, because every time she saw his tears, she felt sad and heartbroken.
âIâm not crying.â Mick knelt down and gently held Nancyâs still damp hand.
Yes, he wasnât crying. His beautiful black eyes werenât shedding tears, but why did she feel like he was crying?
âHowâs the child?â She continued to ask with difficulty.
âThe baby is doing well, although still in an incubator. However, all indicators are good and the weight is increasing smoothly. In just over a month, as long as the weight meets the standard, the baby can leave the incubator smoothly.â