Mr. President, I will not make an appointment

Chapter 87 Maternal Love Instinct
Unknowingly, I began to have the self-consciousness of being a mother. I was more careful when eating, and I didn't dare to neglect a step when I walked, for fear of any bad accidents to the child in my stomach.

I also arrange a fixed time every day to listen to prenatal music, and tell him stories before going to bed... everything seems to be real.

Although I am just a surrogate mother and the child is not my own, but he is indeed growing in my body now
And when I think that in a few months, he will leave my stomach, and then we will never have any intersection in this life, my heart will throb.

The closer I got to the due date, the more intense my parting melancholy became.

I know it's not right, so I've been trying really hard to hold back my emotions.

I was pregnant in October, and once I gave birth, finally, the expected date of delivery came.

In the middle of the night, I suddenly felt pain in my stomach, and everyone rushed me to the hospital.

I thought I would give birth soon, but I never imagined that it would be so difficult and painful to have a baby!

I tossed and tossed for three days and three nights, but the child still stubbornly refused to come down. Perhaps, he also knew that once he was born, it meant that he was about to say goodbye to me.

However, he is not my child in the first place, and I am not his real mother, so it will be a matter of time before we part.

Unexpected dystocia was something that no one had thought of, because I had undergone antenatal checkups step by step throughout my pregnancy, and the results every time were normal, but something went wrong at the last moment.

My buyer was also very anxious, fearing that it would be bad for the child over time, so he kept calling for a caesarean section. However, I was allergic to anesthesia, and the doctor did not dare to operate casually.

There was a moment in the middle when I really felt that I couldn’t hold on any longer, but the doctor suddenly warned me that if this continues, the child will be in danger, and if suffocation occurs, it is very likely to cause irreparable brain damage.

I raised my heart in my throat, fearing that something might happen to the child, so I used all the strength I could, desperately, and finally gave birth to the child safely.

As soon as the child fell to the ground, the nurse wrapped him in a small blanket and prepared to take him away.

At that moment, the child burst into tears, and I couldn't help but shed tears, but I didn't even have the right to take a look, so I could only hold back my tears forcefully.

This kid has nothing to do with me.

...all of them, to me, couldn't be more real.

However, to be a human being, you have to be trustworthy, and you can't be greedy for things that don't belong to you. Therefore, I can only watch the child being taken away with tears in my eyes.

it is finally over.

Maybe it was because the labor process was too long, which exhausted my energy, maybe it was too sad, maybe it was a combination of both, I almost couldn't get off the delivery table, suddenly my eyes went dark, I only heard the doctor yell postpartum hemorrhage, and then I lost my life. all conscious.

(End of this chapter)