The doctor immediately performed a B-ultrasound examination on Song Ci, and the probe moved back and forth on Song Ci's stomach.
Both Song Ci and Han Zhan looked at the screen and could clearly see the children.
As for the amount of amniotic fluid, Song Ci and Han Zhan couldn't understand, they were not medical students.
After the examination, the doctor asked Han Zhan, "The membranes did rupture prematurely. How long has it been since the amniotic fluid ruptured?"
Han Zhan replied, "More than an hour."
"Then you found it in time."
"Premature rupture of membranes is a more serious condition. It can easily lead to umbilical cord detachment and intrauterine infection of the baby. Now that the baby is eight months old, it is the best situation if the wife has contractions and can give birth naturally. If If there is no uterine contraction for more than twelve hours, then consider caesarean section, after all, the children are very healthy, and careful care after birth will not be life-threatening."
"The longer the fetus stays in the lady's body, the higher the risk of infection and the more threatening it is."
After explaining the pros and cons clearly, the doctor asked Han Zhan and Song Ci: "Mr. Han, Ma'am, think about whether to take out the baby by caesarean section or wait a few hours to see if there is any contraction reaction."
That is to say, either the caesarean section will take out the child in advance. Either wait a few more hours to see if there are any contractions, and whether Song Ci can give birth to the child by herself.
While waiting, the umbilical cord may fall off or excessive amniotic fluid loss may cause the child to suffocate and die.
Song Ci grabbed Han Zhan's arm and said decisively, "I want a caesarean section!"
Han Zhan's scalp tingled when he heard the word 'dissection'.
He felt terrified when he thought that the doctor would separate Song Ci's stomach with a blade.
The doctor also said at the side: "A caesarean section is the best way."
Han Zhan looked down at Song Ci.
Song Ci's eyes were full of determination, and she said: "I have persisted for too long for them, Han Zhan, I can't take the risk of losing them."
Han Zhan clenched his fists and nodded. "Okay, let's do the surgery."
The doctor hurriedly arranged manpower to prepare for the operation, and Song Ci changed into the hospital gown with the help of Han Zhan.
At this time, a nurse came in from the outside, carrying a bag of baby products, including small clothes, small bath towels, and nursing pads for maternity.
The nurse stood at the end of the bed and said to Song Ci: "Ma'am, your family has come over and brought the child and your things over."
"Thanks."
After the nurse left, Han Zhan held Song Ci's hand and told her, "Don't be afraid, I will always be by your side."
Song Ci is not afraid.
She's only 23, she's never had surgery, and she's terrified.
Song Ci's fingers were shaking, and her hands were cold to the touch, but she was still smiling and comforting Han Zhan: "Don't worry, I won't know anything after the anesthesia. Wait until I wake up." , you will definitely stay by my side and tell me: Song Ci, our daughter is safe."
Han Zhan nodded with a strong smile, "Yes, I will be with you and always be with you."
The anesthesiologist came to the operating room from home. As soon as he came in, he first asked about Song Ci's weight and other information, and then prepared the anesthetic.
The operation was about to begin, Song Ci couldn't help but think wildly.
She was afraid that once she closed her eyes, she would never have the chance to open them again.
A few minutes before the operation, Song Ci couldn't help explaining his last words to Han Zhan.
Holding Han Zhan's hand tightly, Song Ci told him: "Han Zhan, if I die this time, but the children survive, you must promise me one thing."
Han Zhan subconsciously stopped her from talking nonsense, "Don't talk about these things, you will be fine."
"Don't interrupt me!" Song Ci clasped Han Zhan's wrist, stared at him firmly, and said to him, "If I die, you must not find a stepmother for our child! With a stepmother, there will be a stepmother." Stepfather, I can't bear the children I bought with my life to be bullied by your vixen!"
Han Zhan: "."
He found it amused and angry.
"You're not going to die, trust me."
The current medical skills are superb, and caesarean section is not difficult. Su Beibei has survived such a dangerous situation, and Song Ci will be fine.
Song Ci only wanted a promise from Han Zhan, "Promise me! Anyway, you must promise me that you will never find a stepmother for our child!"
Song Ci is not a magnanimous woman. Other women only want men to be happy before they die, but Song Ci is not.
She wished that Han Zhan would keep her in his heart and remember her forever!
When Han Zhan saw the anesthetist coming, he knew that if he didn't give an accurate answer, Song Ci would probably not let him go. Han Zhan nodded hurriedly and said, "Okay, I promise you."
Hearing Han Zhan's hello, Song Ci allowed the anesthetist to give her anesthesia.
After the anesthesia was injected into the body, Song Ci's consciousness was still very clear at first, and she said to Han Zhan: "Han Zhan, I think TV and novels are deceiving people. The plot of consciousness. You see, I was injected with general anesthesia, and I am still conscious now."
In order to reassure Song Ci, Han Zhan praised her: "Really, it must be because you are a firm-willed person."
Song Ci was a little proud, and she said, "That's right, I don't just grow meat by eating, I also gain courage in my heart." Before finishing the word courage, Song Ci slowly closed her eyes.
Han Zhan pushed her shoulder and called out, "Porcelain Treasure."
Song Ci: "...um."
After a few seconds, Han Zhan shouted again: "Song Ci."
Song Ci: "."
No response.
The anesthetist looked amused, "Your wife is quite interesting."
Han Zhan asked the anesthesiologist, "Is my wife's condition serious?"
"What's this? It's premature at best. I've seen countless women in obstetrics and gynecology. Your wife's problems are all minor. Don't worry, after the operation is over, you will be given back a lively wife. Two loud cries."
Hearing what the anesthetist said, Han Zhan felt a little relieved.
Song Ci's bed was pushed into the operating room.
The chief surgeon is the director of the obstetrics and gynecology department. He picked up the knife, glanced at Han Zhan, and said to him in a warning tone: "Mr. .”
Han Zhan nodded, but didn't answer.
Seeing the doctor cut open Song Ci's stomach neatly, Han Zhan's heart trembled.
It's not that he has never seen killing, he has also cut the enemy's neck with a knife. He is not afraid of pain, not of other people's pain, but he is afraid of Song Ci's pain.
Human skin has many layers, but the doctor's scalpel is so sharp that it felt like Song Ci's belly was cut open with just a light press.
The knife cut a hole horizontally, and immediately someone took a sterile cotton cloth to soak away the blood.
Han Zhan watched the assistant put his hand into Song Ci's abdomen, and after only a minute or so, the doctor successfully pulled out a child.
Twins were originally smaller than singletons, and Song Ci was born prematurely, so the child was pitifully small.
When Han Zhan saw his eldest daughter, his heart trembled slightly.
The nurse hurriedly hugged the child with a bath towel, patted the child's buttocks, and the child began to cry like a wild cat.
When Han Zhan heard the cry of the child, his heart throbbed. It was an indescribable touch.
The nurse was busy checking the child's body and weighing the child. Here, the assistant continues to deliver the second child.
Han Zhan looked at the nurse's desk, saw the nurse put the baby on the scale, and then turned around and said, "Congratulations, Mr. Han, the baby is very healthy and weighs 3.4 catties."
Han Zhan frowned when he heard the figure of 3.4 catties.
So small, can it really live
At this time, the assistant had successfully taken out the second baby girl.
As soon as he saw this child, the assistant teacher let out a sigh, and said, "This guy is more domineering and stronger."
Hearing this, Han Zhan looked at the child who was born a few minutes late.
Sure enough, this little guy grew fleshier, with a little flesh on his little arms, stronger than the little baby girl before.
Han Zhan said decisively: "The one born later is the elder sister." Anyway, they are all children born on the same day, and whoever grows stronger will be the elder sister.
The nurse took her sister, took her for an examination, weighed her weight, and then turned around and said to Han Zhan with a smile: "Mr. Han, Da Qianjin weighs 4.5 kilograms and is very healthy."
Han Zhan hummed, and didn't look at the child much, he turned his head, frowned and watched the doctor take out Song Ci's placenta.
The operation went on smoothly.
Outside the operating room, Han Aoyu and Zhong Buhui waited anxiously.
Han Aoyu was so anxious that his feet were shaking slightly on the ground.
When Song Fei and Yan Jiang rushed to the hospital, Song Ci's operation was over.
Han Zhan personally sent the two little princesses out.
Seeing Han Zhan coming out, the four people waiting outside the operating room immediately stood up and rushed over together.
Han Aoyu asked: "Is the child okay? Where is Song girl, is she okay?"
Song Fei and Yan Jiang asked, "How about Song Ci?"
Han Zhan looked at them and didn't finish speaking.
The four fell silent immediately.
Only then did Han Zhan say: "Song Ci's surgery went very well. Now that the surgery is over, I'm waiting for the anesthesia to wake up. The two children are not big because they were born prematurely, and their internal organs have not yet fully matured. They have to be sent to a pediatric incubator."
The doctor said that if the money is not bad, it is best to let the child grow to six catties in the incubator before leaving the hospital.
What Han Zhan lacks most is money. For the sake of the children's health, he will naturally let the children grow up in an incubator.
So, a group of people sent the two little guys to the pediatric sterile ward.
Watching helplessly as the nurse took the child away, Han Aoyu couldn't help but said worriedly: "There are so many children inside, our child won't be carried by mistake, right?"
Glancing at Han Zhan, Han Aoyu said, "When your grandma gets old, she likes to watch TV dramas where the wrong baby was picked up the most." This made Han Aoyu bitter about the hospital holding the wrong baby.
Hearing what the old man said, the nurse hurriedly said: "What nonsense are you talking about, old man, every baby wears their ID card on their hands, there is absolutely no mistake!"
After speaking, the nurse walked in with the baby in her arms.
Being educated by the little girl, Han Aoyu felt quite ashamed.
Han Aoyu rubbed his nose, went to the chair and sat down, sighed: "That little guy is so small, it feels as big as two palms of mine, which is good. From now on, I dare not reach out to hug me. "
In fact, it wasn't just Han Aoyu who didn't dare to hold the baby. When the nurse asked Han Zhan to hold the baby, his arms were as stiff as two stones.
Han Aoyu was getting old, and staying up late was very harmful to his body, so Han Zhan asked his grandfather to go upstairs to the dean's lounge to lie down for a while.
Han Aoyu still refused, he said: "I have to wait for Miss Song to come out, if she doesn't see me, I might think wildly in my heart, thinking that Grandpa doesn't love her anymore!"
Because of Song Ci's relationship with depression before, the old man loved her dearly, and was afraid of doing something that would make Song Ci depressed.
Hearing what the old man said, Song Fei and Yan Jiang felt very warm in their hearts.
Song Ci has really married the right person in her life.
Seeing that he couldn't persuade his grandfather, Han Zhan had no choice but to support his grandfather's arm and went back to the operating room.
At dawn, Song Ci finally woke up. At that time her consciousness was not clear.
When she was pushed out of the operating room by the nurses, she squinted at the lights, feeling uneasy floating on the clouds.
It wasn't until her hand was tightly wrapped by a big callused palm that Song Ci called out vaguely: "Han Zhan."
In a daze, Song Ci heard Han Zhan humming, followed by her hand being kissed.
Song Ci heard another unyielding male voice come in, and he said: "Song girl, you are not kind, and Han Zhan is not the only one waiting for you. My old man is so scared that his legs are weak tonight. After staying up all night with them, when you wake up, you only remember your brother Han, but not your grandpa?"
Song Ci thought to himself: Who is this old guy
That's a lot to talk about.
Song Ci was sent back to the ward, feeling sleepy, but someone kept talking in her ear. It's okay to talk, and they will call her every once in a while. If Song Ci doesn't say anything, they will come to her ear and continue to call her.
Song Ci could only keep agreeing.
After several hours, the noise in my ears finally stopped.
As for Song Ci, she also fell asleep.
When Song Ci woke up again, as soon as Song Ci opened her eyes, she saw a black inch-cut lying beside her bed.
Song Ci turned her head again, and saw two people sleeping together on the sofa, Song Fei and Yan Jiang.
After waking up to see his family, Song Ci felt satisfied at that moment.
"Brother Han."
Hearing Song Ci's voice, Han Zhan raised his head.
Seeing Song Ci woke up, Han Zhan was overjoyed, "Cibao, how do you feel?"
Song Ci's expression was a little embarrassed, and she said something in a low voice.
Han Zhan didn't hear clearly, "What?"
Song Ci: "It's a little bit up."
Han Zhan was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "Use? Or poop?" Han Zhan was a little frightened, because the doctor said that a woman who just gave birth will not poop. If you feel like you're going to have a bowel movement, it's probably bleeding.
Song Ci blushed, showing embarrassment, and explained in a low voice: "It's the milk swelling!"
Han Zhan: "."
Being a father for the first time, Han Zhan didn't even know there was such a thing as breast augmentation.
Han Zhan immediately went to the mother and baby supermarket to sell the electric breast pump and sterilized it.
After driving Song Fei and Yan Jiang away, Han Zhan closed the door and asked Song Ci to suck the milk out with an electric breast pump.
But the breast pump is still not as good as the baby's sucking power after all. Song Ci frowned in pain, but she didn't suck it out.
She put aside her shame and said to Han Zhan, "Brother Han, why don't you give it a try?"
Han Zhan also blushed, but he still had to bite the bullet.
.
The sucked colostrum is light yellow. Han Zhan sent two bags of colostrum to the pediatric ward.
The nurse told Han Zhan: "If possible, I hope you can deliver breast milk on time every day. If the supply of breast milk is insufficient, it needs to be mixed with milk, which is not good for the baby's digestive system."
Han Zhan turned around and told Song Ci about it. Song Ci pondered for a while and said, "Why don't we just find a house near the hospital and I'll suck the milk out every day. Find someone you can trust." , is responsible for delivering milk?”
Song Ci is an advocate of breast milk. She always feels that breast milk is more suitable for human babies than cow and goat milk. She plans to breastfeed the children until they are half a year old, and then consider quitting breastfeeding.
Han Zhan has no objection.
It just so happened that the hospital was not far from the Jetta Hotel, so Han Zhan placed Song Ci in the presidential suite of the Jetta Hotel, and a dedicated confinement lady waited on her for confinement.
Han Zhan called Alan over again, and was responsible for delivering milk for the children every day.
Han Zhan, on the other hand, began to run between the company and the hotel hospital.
They can visit their children three times a week, once on Monday, Wednesday and Saturday. Every time Han Zhan goes there, he will record a video of the two little guys and take it home for Song Ci to watch.
Seeing the two babies growing healthier and having some flesh on their cheeks, Song Ci's worried heart calmed down day by day.
But the desire to take the baby home is even stronger.
On this day, Han Zhan got off work early and returned to the hotel. He pulled up a chair and sat down beside Song Ci's bed.
Song Ci was also doing yoga exercises during her confinement. She just finished exercising, and now she was lying lazily on the bed, unwilling to move her fingers.
Han Zhan fed the peeled orange to Song Ci's mouth. "Let me tell you something."
Song Ci raised her eyelids, glanced at Han Zhan, and blinked at him, meaning to ask him to ask directly.
Han Zhan said, "Have you thought of a name for our child?"
Song Ci said, "Think it over."
"Tomorrow, I plan to register for the children's household registration. Once registered, they will be able to apply for medical insurance. When they are discharged from the hospital, they can save more than 10,000 yuan by applying for medical insurance."
Song Ci was speechless, "The richest man still needs 10,000 yuan?"
Han Zhan: "I can save a little bit. I pay taxes on time and buy medical insurance according to the rules. My children deserve medical insurance."
Song Ci laughed a few times before saying, "My sister is called Han Miao, my younger sister is called Han Jun, and I will have a younger brother named Han Zhen. When my sister grows up, her name will be Jingyu, my younger sister will be called You Yu, and my younger brother will be called Ling Yu." .”
Song Ci asked Han Zhan, "How is it?"
Han Zhan has no objection.
only one.
"Who will inherit the incense of your old Song family?"
Song Ci curled her lips, "No matter what their surnames are, they are the grandsons of the old Song family. This cannot be changed."
"Actually, I don't have any requirements for the child's surname. It can be either Song or Han." Han Zhan asked her again: "Are you really planning to have a second child?"
"Why, you can't afford it?"
Han Zhan sneered, "Eight or ten can afford it."
"Let's talk about it in a few years."
"Then let the third child be named Song."
"Anything is fine."
So the next day, Han Zhan took his marriage certificate, birth certificate and household registration book to the police station to register the two girls.
The children stayed in the hospital for a month and a half before being discharged.
When I was discharged from the hospital, my elder sister had grown to six catties and six taels, and my younger sister had grown to six catties and one tael.
On the day the children were discharged from the hospital, Song Ci had already finished confinement. She, Han Zhan and the old man came to the hospital together and happily picked up the children.
The old man was dressed quite grandly today, and even put on a red down jacket.
When he was discharged from the hospital, he held his two great-granddaughters in his arms, one on the left and the other on the right, and the corners of his mouth almost reached his ears with joy.
Song Ci and Han Zhan were afraid that the old man's hands would shake and drop the child to the ground, so they supported the old man from left to right.
Han Aoyu thought that the two of them looked down on him too much, so he scolded Han Zhan with an angry face: "What's wrong? Look down on my old bones? I can't carry a gun anymore, and it's not a problem to hold two children!"
Both Han Zhan and Song Ci didn't dare to say anything, their eyebrows were lowered, like a primary school student being reprimanded by a teacher.
The reporter who came after hearing the wind hid in the flowers and secretly took a few photos, edited the manuscript immediately, and posted it on the Internet—
[The first lady married a high-ranking general, gave birth to a daughter prematurely, and was disliked by the old man for having a daughter instead of a boy?]
The picture accompanying the news is the picture of Han Aoyu scolding Han Zhan with glaring eyes.
In the article, the reporter used exaggerated writing to describe Song Ci's life after marrying the general, and described the life in dire straits, comparable to a TV drama of bitterness.
Readers read this report and knew in their hearts that the reporter was exaggerating, but this did not prevent them from eating melons. After all, not everyone is happy to see the first lady live happily after marriage and be pampered.
People are jealous, and there are always people who wish that Song Ci would suffer.
When the children and Song Ci were all asleep, Han Zhan was free to sit down on the sofa and drink a cup of hot tea.
After the little ones were born, Han Zhan hardly had any private time of his own, and rarely surfed the Internet. By the time he saw those comments on the Internet, Song Ci had become a pitiful little girl in their eyes who married into a high school and suffered all kinds of setbacks.
Han Zhan found out the defamatory news published by Zhouwen Daily, the culprit, and after reading it, he sneered, and directly notified the deputy minister of the Ministry of Justice, asking them to put the lawsuit against Zhouwen Daily on the agenda.
The more Han Zhan thought about it, the more unhappy he became, so he decided to do something to let netizens see how happy Song Ci's life is.
The next day, when Han Aoyu woke up together, he saw Han Zhan standing at the door of the room, showing an expression of conspiracy.
Han Aoyu glanced at Han Zhan vigilantly, not knowing what to do, he asked Han Zhan, "What are you doing standing here?"
Han Zhan smiled, and suddenly asked, "Grandpa, are you interested in being a food anchor?"
Han Aoyu was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up, he rubbed his hands and said, "I can do it too? I'm so old."
"Don't be afraid, as long as you have money, your grandson can make you the most popular food blogger on the Internet."
Han Aoyu has a strong interest in becoming an Internet celebrity.
As he walked towards the kitchen, he asked Han Zhan some precautions for becoming an Internet celebrity.
Han Zhan told him: "Be careful to praise Song Ci more, mention Song Ci more, let people know that Song Ci is your most beloved baby!"
Didn't he suspect that grandpa looked down on Song Ci
That's good, he will let everyone see how much grandpa 'looks down' on Song Ci!
As soon as Han Aoyu heard this, he understood Han Zhan's little thoughts.
"What? What kind of rumors are there?" Grandpa was very smart, and immediately guessed that something had happened.
Han Zhan told Han Aoyu what happened on the Internet.
After listening, Han Aoyu was very angry. "I hate that girl Song can't give birth to a son? What kind of shit are you kidding! Isn't your mother just a girl, don't mention how much I love her!"
Han Aoyu put on his apron, picked up the chicken in the cage, and angrily shouted at Han Zhan who was shooting the video: "Come on, point the camera at the neck of the chicken, I have to let those people know what it means to kill chickens to scare monkeys!"
Han Miao, Han Jun, just a simple name, easy to remember.
Starting today, grandpa will start a daily life of pampering Song Ci and his great-granddaughter in a fancy way.
(end of this chapter)