Spring comes to the desperate place

Chapter 139 Production

Song Qinshi was well-fed this time, and her belly was much bigger than when she was pregnant with Song Xiaobao. Aunt Song was afraid that she would have trouble giving birth, so she would supervise her to walk after dinner every day.

Today I strolled into the prepared delivery room, which is an unused guest room of the Song family. Aunt Song was putting the maternity mattress on the delivery bed. One layer was not enough, so she had to put another layer.

Song Qin came in and looked at the snow-white maternity pad. She couldn't help but touch it. "This thing from later times is really good. It's better than the plant ash we had back then."

Amao Song thought about her own childbirth. Childbirth was more difficult for boys than for girls, but the conditions were similar for everyone. They all laid a layer of straw and a layer of ash on the bed, and then covered it with two layers of sheets. This was the bed used for childbirth.

"It's always good to give birth in bed. When I was young, I even saw someone give birth directly in the ground. Life was so easy there, and the baby came out without much stomach pain."

Song Qin was surprised: "Really? How can others give birth so easily? I had to feel pain for at least half a day before the babies came out when I gave birth to these three."

"People are not the same. I've only seen someone so relaxed once. Don't think too much. The first three were born safely, so this one will surely be safe as well, right, my little grandson?" Amao Song greeted Song Qin's belly gently with a tender look in her eyes.

Song Qin also laughed, but soon her belly was kicked by the child. The kick was so strong that it almost hit Song Amuo in the face through her belly.

Song A-mo exclaimed: "Oh, you are so strong, is it another son?"

Song Qin was silent. What should she say? She herself felt that the baby in her belly must be a son. How could a little girl be so strong before she was born? Every time the baby moved, she was afraid that her belly would be broken by the baby.

The Song family had almost finished all the work on the farm. Song Dazhuang had not been working in the fields these days, and stayed at home to look after Song Qinshi. Whenever there was any sign of trouble, he would ask nervously:

"Is she about to give birth? I'll go get the midwife..."

Often, before the conversation was halfway through, it was discovered that Song Qinshi was not about to give birth, but just had a backache from maintaining the same posture for too long.

Looking at her husband who was making a fuss, Song Qin asked him to stay away from her with disgust.

"Go away. You're always so startled. It's not like you haven't had any before."

Song Dazhuang was hesitant and did not dare to refute. Wasn't Song Qin badly injured when she gave birth to Song Xiaobao, so he was naturally a little more worried.

Even though Song Chunlin assured him that his spiritual spring water would definitely allow Song Qinshi to give birth safely, Song Dazhuang was still so worried that he lost his appetite every day, and soon became much more haggard. On the other hand, the closer Song Qinshi got to her due date, the calmer she became. She ate everything with relish, and never missed a meal, including three meals a day, afternoon tea, and midnight snacks. Auntie Song always reminded her to control her weight, but Song Qinshi just said she knew what was going on.

Every day Song Chunlin would ask Song Qin to weigh herself. After finding that her weight was not increasing very quickly, he could not help but fall into deep thought.

Song Qin said proudly, "I told you not to worry. Children are more likely to eat when they are about to be born. We need to save our energy, right?"

The two little ones, Song Xiaobao and Song Xiaojiu, sat on both sides of Song Qinshi, reading fairy tales to her belly. This was what Song Chunlin called prenatal education. The two little ones were committed to making sure that their sister in the belly would be able to recognize their voices as soon as she was born, so they read to Song Qinshi's belly every day. Song Qinshi could recite many of the stories by heart, and the two little ones were still diligent.

Today was the same. Song Qin was having a midnight snack of a bowl of meat wontons. As soon as Song Xiaobao and Song Xiaojiu sat down, Song Qin frowned. The two kids didn't notice it at all until Song Qin calmly finished the wontons, pushed the bowl away, wiped her mouth, and told the two kids to stop reciting because her water broke.

"Water breaking?" Song Xiaobao repeated dully. He was too young to understand what water breaking meant. The older Song Xiaojiu immediately remembered that wasn't this what Song A-mo had repeatedly warned him about?

"As long as your mother shows signs of water breaking, you must come and tell us adults immediately, okay?" These were Song Amma's exact words.

After Song Xiaojiu reacted, he immediately jumped off the chair and ran to find the adults.

Song Dazhuang was in the main room, discussing matters on the farm with Grandpa Song. When he saw Song Xiaojiu running in in a panic, he immediately understood something.

Song Xiaojiu: "Grandpa, little grandpa, dad, mom's water broke!"

Song Dazhuang stood up immediately: "What? Did your water really break?"

Song Xiaojiu nodded vigorously: "Really, mother said it herself, and asked me to come to find you. Dad, is mother going to give birth to a sister?"

Song Dazhuang was in a panic at the moment. He walked around the room for a few rounds without any idea what to do. Only after Grandpa Song slapped him on the head did he remember what he should do.

Grandpa Song urged him to go and get the midwife, so Song Dazhuang ran out immediately. As soon as he left, the other people in the family gathered together. Song Amao was the first to come to Song Qin's room. She had already walked to the door by herself, and the place where her feet walked was still a little wet. Song Amao, who had experience, could tell at a glance that it was still too early for Song Qin to give birth, so she gently pushed Zhou Ning, who was standing aside and seemed frightened.

"Ning'er, it's still early. Go to the kitchen and cook some meat porridge. The meat is in the cupboard. Cut more of it so it will be just right for the midwife to come. We'll have something to cook tonight, so it's better to have something hot."

Song Chunsheng knew that he was of no use here, so he pulled Zhou Ning, who was still in a daze, to the kitchen.

Song Chunlin and Song Ammo helped Song Qinshi to the door of the delivery room, and Song Ammo drove him out.

"What are you doing here, an unmarried guy? You have nothing to do here. Go to the door and see if your father and the others have arrived."

Song Chunlin went out of the door obediently, just in time to see Song Dazhuang running towards him carrying the midwife on his back.

"Hurry, hurry, Chunlin, how is your mother?"

"Just entered the delivery room."

"Oh, okay, I'll send the midwife in right away."

The midwife successfully entered the delivery room. Aunt Song had already placed Song Qin on the bed. Looking at the white maternity pad under Song Qin, the midwife was confused but still very professional. She first checked how many fingers Song Qin was dilated and found that it was only two fingers, so she said it was still too early.

"It's still early, Chunsheng mother, eat something to replenish your strength."

Song Qin was having a contraction at the moment, and her stomach hurt so much that she couldn't speak. After the pain passed, she spoke weakly, "I just ate a bowl of wontons, so I'm not hungry now."

Seeing that she was in good condition, the midwife nodded and turned around to open the things she had brought. It was a small jar that would be used to hold the placenta after it came out.

The scissors for cutting the umbilical cord, the cloths for cleaning, the baby's clothes and the like were all prepared by the Song family. The midwife took a quick look and nodded with satisfaction. The Song family had prepared everything very comprehensively. But then again, Song Qin had given birth to four children, so she was naturally very experienced.

As for why the scissors were shining silver, that was not something she could find out.

Giving birth is a physical task. Song Qinshi is only two fingers dilated and there is still some time before the actual delivery. No one can help her with this and they can only sit by her side and accompany her.

The amniotic fluid broke around the hour of Hai, and it was not until the hour of Zi that Song Qin's five fingers were dilated. This speed was actually considered fast, but it was still not time for birth.

At this moment, everyone's energy was almost exhausted, and the two little ones were already fast asleep in bed. Zhou Ning's porridge had already been cooked, and he heated up a few extra steamed buns for fear that the midwife would not be full.

Song Qinshi didn't eat the meat porridge. Instead, she ate Snickers, which were specially sent by Song Chunlin. One small bar had huge energy. She also had a bowl of spiritual spring water. Although it was cold water, after drinking it, Song Qinshi suddenly felt that she had endless energy.

The midwife drank a large bowl of meat porridge in one breath and ate a steamed bun. After washing her hands again, she found that Song Qinshi's cervix had finally dilated to six fingers.

"It's almost there, I think the baby will be born before daybreak."

Song Dazhuang was standing outside the door, extremely anxious. When he heard what the midwife said, he suddenly felt relieved.

In the main room, Grandpa Song and Lu Ming were also awake. Everyone was anxiously waiting for the birth of the newborn.

After Song Qin's cervix was dilated to six fingers, things went much more smoothly. After all, she was a multiparous mother and would not push as recklessly as a first-time mother. She adjusted her breathing and pushed according to the midwife's instructions.

Hearing Song Qin's suppressed cry of pain, Zhou Ning trembled instinctively. Song Chunsheng put his arm around his shoulders and comforted him softly.

"Don't be afraid, let's go and boil some water for mom and sister so that we can wash the baby when it's born."

Zhou Ning was stunned as he was taken to the kitchen. The couple stayed in the kitchen obediently to boil water.

Song Chunsheng gently touched Zhou Ning's face: "Are you scared?"

Zhou Ning bit his lower lip and nodded, "A little." He was the only son in his family, and he did not see Aunt Zhou and the others giving birth. He only heard Aunt Zhou shouting in the room from afar in the yard. Her voice was even louder than Song Qin's. He was young at the time and did not understand the meaning of these shouts. Now that he is married, he is facing the pain of childbirth for the first time, which is shocking to him.

Zhou Ning looked towards the delivery room with some concern: "Tell me, is childbirth really that painful?"

This question touched upon Song Chunsheng's blind spot in knowledge. How should he answer? He had never had a child either.

Zhou Ning knew that he had asked the wrong person and could only sigh helplessly, but he felt a shadow in his heart about having a child.

In the delivery room, as Song Qin's screams became louder and louder, the midwife's voice of encouragement became gradually higher. Seeing that Song Qin was almost out of strength, Amno Song fed her another bowl of spiritual spring water. With the blessing of the spiritual spring water, Song Qin quickly recovered. She took deep breaths again and again, and then kept pushing according to the midwife's instructions.

"Okay, okay, try harder. The baby's head is already visible. Very good, you did a great job. Come on, take a deep breath. Let's do it again. Exhale, inhale, push harder! Push harder. The head is almost out. Push harder."

Song Qin gritted her teeth and pushed hard with her lower body. The baby's head finally came out. The midwife shouted excitedly, "It's coming out, it's coming out. The baby's head is coming out. Come on, push harder. The body will soon come out."

Just as Song Chunsheng came over with two buckets of water, the loud cry of a baby was heard from the delivery room.

"It's born! It's born!" Song Dazhuang was so excited as if he was a father for the first time. He excitedly lay on the door, trying to peek at the situation inside through the door panel.

Suddenly the door opened from the inside. It was Aunt Song. She took the two buckets of water from Song Chunsheng's hands, and then closed the door with a "click".

After a while, the door inside opened again, and this time it was the midwife who smiled and congratulated Song Dazhuang: "Congratulations, Master Song, it's a 15-pound 6-ounce daughter!"

"It's really a sister?" Song Dazhuang was so happy that he almost danced with joy. He already had four sons and was looking forward to having a daughter.

There was still a strong smell of blood in the delivery room. Auntie Song changed the maternity pad for Song Qin. Song Dazhuang came in and first took a look at his beloved daughter. After that, he helped Song Qin clean herself up and then clumsily put on her sleeping pants.

In fact, special sanitary napkins should be used after giving birth, but Song Chunlin doesn't have them, so she can only use sleeping pants instead.

At the door, Amma Song handed the reward money she had prepared to the midwife. The midwife weighed the money and immediately smiled. It seemed that everyone was right, the Song family was indeed generous. So she took the reward money with a smile, and left the Song family with the jar containing the placenta.

It was already dawn outside and the diligent villagers had gotten up to make breakfast. Except for the youngest two members of the Song family, all had not slept all night. Song Dazhuang carried the newborn sister out of the room and showed her to everyone. Then he carefully took the child back and placed her next to Song Qin's pillow.

The newborn little girl won the love of the whole family, not only Grandpa Song and Song Dazhuang, but also other people who saw this cuddly little baby were so moved that their hearts melted.

After working all night, Song A'mo couldn't hold back any longer and went to sleep. Everyone else also went back to their rooms to sleep, except for Song Dazhuang and Song Chunlin. One was too excited to sleep, and the other didn't need to sleep at all.

The two of them were hanging around Song Qin and her sister, mother and daughter. Song Dazhuang was responsible for taking care of Song Qin. Song Qin had just given birth and was a little exhausted. She was still in a deep sleep and hadn't woken up yet. Song Chunlin was learning to make milk powder and feed his newborn sister.

The baby has just been born and cannot poop that fast, so Song Chunlin carefully prepared the milk powder and put the bottle against his face to test the temperature. Only when he felt the temperature was right did he put the nipple into his sister's mouth.

Even though this child is just born, she knows how to suck milk instinctively. She has a small appetite and can only drink 20 milliliters of milk. After she finishes eating, she will smack her lips, which is very cute.

Song Chunlin couldn't help but poke his sister's little face with his little fingers. It was soft and felt so good to touch.