I am a man. I only went to the obstetrics and gynecology department when my wife gave birth to her baby. But in just a few days, I saw two strange things, which almost ruined my life. My three views.

The person sitting in the bed next to my wife was a girl in her early twenties. Because it was her due date, she was lying on the bed, expecting to give birth at any time. Her husband looks about the same as a young man. Logically speaking, what the expectant mother should do at this time is to relax and have a good rest. After all, giving birth is a very hard job, but this young couple actually set up a small computer on the hospital bed. Play online games with your desk and laptop! Fortunately, the two of them were somewhat public-spirited. They were afraid of affecting other people in the room. They wore headphones and only occasionally uttered a few curse words, so it was hard for others to say anything.

In the middle of the night, the two of us were really sleepy after playing. Just when we turned off the phone and wanted to rest, the little girl got a stomachache. The boy quickly called the nurse. It went well. In the morning, the little girl was pushed back to the ward and gave birth naturally. A girl. The guy was very happy and asked the girl what she wanted to eat. Then he ran out and bought a bunch of stuff that really opened my eyes: AD calcium milk, spicy strips, potato chips, and dozens of mutton skewers! According to our customs, these things are absolutely not allowed to enter the mouth of a woman who has just given birth! The elders all urged the young man to get rid of this thing quickly and get something light and nutritious for his wife to eat. The little girl was still reluctant and insisted on eating kebabs, and they couldn't stop them. The young man had no choice but to leave the skewers behind, put away everything else, and ran out to buy food again. This time, what he got back was a bowl of wontons in clear soup, which the little girl ate reluctantly.

Everyone asked me why I had a baby without an adult coming to take care of me. You two don’t know anything. The food is so messy that the adults and children have to come up with problems. The two of them were silent, as if they had something to hide. It’s hard to ask, everyone just kept teaching the two of them how to prepare nutritious meals and how to take care of the baby. Everyone was slightly worried about them. Until they were discharged from the hospital, no one saw their parents or friends here.

Another incident is that a middle-aged couple is giving birth to their third child. Their first two children were both daughters. When she was about to give birth, her 5-year-old daughter kept trying her best to make her mother happy by the hospital bed, dancing, singing, and reciting ancient poems. She looked very smart. But it was clear from the father's eyes that he didn't care much about his daughter, so I whispered in my wife's ear that this eldest brother might be a patriarchal man again.

As expected, the child was a daughter. The middle-aged brother had been looking gloomy and unhappy since he brought the child back. His wife seemed quite reluctant when she asked him to make milk powder. On the third day, the nurse examined the baby and said that the jaundice was a bit high and that he should pay attention to it. The elder brother didn't know what he was thinking. He actually ran out with the baby who was only three days old and said that he wanted to let the baby bask in the sun. jaundice! I didn't even take out the small cotton quilt to wrap the child.

It was the twelfth month of the lunar calendar. Even if the sun was out, the temperature outside was only 35 degrees Celsius. How could a newborn baby endure this? After being out for two hours, I came back. The baby's face suddenly changed and he kept having diarrhea. The attending doctor came in to ask about the situation and said angrily: "Are you trying to harm someone?"

The doctor quickly asked the nurse to take the baby away. He was sent to the intensive care unit, but the elder brother kept objecting, saying that the hospital wanted to defraud him of money. The only treatment for jaundice there was sun exposure. What could go wrong? After a long quarrel, his wife said nothing and lay on the hospital bed wiping tears. It wasn't until the attending doctor threatened to call the police if he made any noise and warned him that he would be legally responsible sooner or later if the child's life was in danger, that he stopped.

These are two things I saw in the ward during the week when I accompanied my wife to give birth to the baby. I always feel that the obstetrics and gynecology ward is a condensed social kaleidoscope, and some things reflect weirdness and even ignorance.

One time when I felt unwell, the doctor prescribed a color ultrasound of the uterine appendage. After entering the color ultrasound room, the doctor asked if he had been holding in his urine. The answer was that he had. After checking, the doctor said that it was not 1/2 wet yet. He went out to drink water and continued to hold his urine in.

After an hour, I couldn’t bear it anymore, so I squeezed out two people in line and told the doctor that I couldn’t hold it in any longer. The doctor initially questioned whether he could suppress it so quickly? After the examination, I started to wonder again: How could I hold in so much urine in one hour? Not long after the examination, the doctor came and said, "Go and drain half of the urine and then come back." I thought I heard it wrong at the time, so I lay there without moving. The doctor continued, "Go to the toilet, drain half of the urine and come back for the examination." Suddenly my mind was a little confused: How to operate? This is the first time I have encountered this situation! When a person reaches the limit of holding his urine, the toilet is a paradise, but now he can't completely relax!

Resisting the urge to urinate half of the time, I returned to the B-ultrasound room. The two people I had squeezed out had already started to check. I was waiting next to the curtain. When the first person went there, the doctor asked "Is it that half"? The answer is no. When the second person went, the doctor asked again, "Is it that half?" I quickly stuck my head out and said, "I'm here. They are more anxious than me now. They will check first. I have let go of half of it, but I can still bear it for a while."

The weirdest thing to say is the following thing I want to say, high energy warning:

You can get pregnant even if your hymen is not broken! ! !

You can get pregnant even if your hymen is not broken! ! !

My good friend’s wife is a nurse. During her internship, she met a beautiful girl who was pregnant and wanted to have an abortion. Before the operation, she needed to check for leucorrhea. After getting into position and holding the dilator in her hand, the young lady suddenly shouted - "Wait a minute, it seems my hymen hasn't been broken yet!"

She said He looked confused, but fortunately he had been well-informed before and had heard about similar cases, so he called the teacher.

While taking the specimen, the teacher muttered, "Oh, you are really troublesome..."

I definitely don't want the child, and the hymen cannot be preserved. How to deal with this situation?

Later, she saw a very clever doctor in Lilac Garden. He said this, go back to have sex first, and then do the surgery!

In fact, there are quite a few such examples. In short, although human fertility is generally on a downward trend, we should not underestimate the motility of sperm.

In addition, to popularize science, Wearing TT all the time can play the role of contraception!

The second story is also a strange patient. (Narrate it in the first person voice of a friend)

A little girl, about 20 years old. Newly pregnant. She came to the clinic to ask me when she was conceived.

The reason is this:

The little girl got married about a month ago. Then on the wedding day, my ex-boyfriend came to visit me in the hotel. There is a wedding banquet downstairs, and the ex-boyfriend upstairs asks to break up x. As a result, the little girl actually agreed! (Like everyone else, I, a well-informed blogger, had my views shattered.)

In the second month, the little girl became pregnant. Now I was panicking and couldn't figure out whether the child belonged to my ex-boyfriend or my current husband. Came to the hospital to consult a doctor.

In fact, if the interval is more than 1 week and they are not the same sexual partner, the doctor can also help you calculate the time of pregnancy. But this, day and night, are not the same sexual partners, and the doctor really can't help you calculate it.

Legally, the only way is to conduct a paternity test during pregnancy. But this, requires some procedures. The little girl didn't want her husband to know the whole story, but she was also worried that what she was carrying was not her husband's.

For the formal way, your husband must know and sign, and then the formal hospital will do a paternity test for you during pregnancy. Doing it secretly is not allowed by law.

After listening to my statement, the little girl decided to confess to her husband.

However, as a result, the little girl’s husband actually forgave her (the blogger was also very surprised, maybe it was true love) and took legal action. I recommended that she go to Shanghai Zhongshan Hospital for a paternity test in the second trimester (required) Specific hospitals, not all hospitals in Shanghai can do this).

The outcome of its subsequent development is unknown.

I just want to say, girls, please be careful. Not to mention that this kind of breakup is immoral, but you should at least protect yourself. Fortunately, the little girl's husband is reasonable. If he is irrational and fails to protect the whole family, it will be a murderous crime.

"Anyone who commits many unjust deeds will be punished by his own death."

I once met a mother-in-law, a son, and a daughter-in-law. The daughter-in-law was giving birth in the delivery room, and the son was playing games outside. Halfway through the labor process, the fetal heart rate was not good and kept falling. The baby may be hypoxic. The doctor recommended an emergency cesarean section. After the pregnant woman agreed, he went to find the family members to sign. At this time, the son and mother-in-law refused to sign. , yelling at his wife at the door of the delivery room, saying that she couldn't even give birth to a child, so what are you still doing? She might as well die together as an adult and as a child! ! Wait, these words are really not worthy of a human being. No matter what, they refused to sign, which later aroused the atmosphere among other family members and doctors at the door of the delivery room, scolding them both bloody, and then they reluctantly signed. Later, the two of them stopped waiting at the door of the operating room. I just went back to the ward to sleep, and I didn’t care about it until I gave birth to my son. This is the weirdest obstetrics and gynecology thing I have ever encountered

Because I have always had irregular menstruation, I often go to the hospital. There are also a lot of weird things that I encountered. Let’s talk about it one by one.

The first thing was that I had irregular menstruation when I first got married. My husband took me to a tertiary hospital for specialist consultation. There were so many people waiting for treatment. The person in front of me was a young girl with a tall figure and a pretty face. The ones accompanying me should be my husband and mother. She looked uncomfortable and kept frowning. It was finally her turn, but she came out crying within a minute of entering. Her husband hurriedly asked: "What's the matter? What's the matter?" The girl cried even harder: "The bullshit doctor said I had stomach pain, not a gynecological disease. He also scolded me and said that for such an old person, stomach pain and dysmenorrhea cannot be distinguished. "I can't even say it, but you insist on me coming. Why can't I distinguish between stomach pain and dysmenorrhea?" Then he pointed at his stomach. The whole waiting room was filled with the girl's cries. Some family members of other waiting patients couldn't help laughing: "Isn't this girl stupid? She can't tell the difference between stomachache and dysmenorrhea."

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The second thing was when I was pregnant and went for a prenatal check-up. The person in front of me was a pregnant woman who was about to give birth. The doctor looked at her diagnosis results, frowned and said, "Family members are here. Already? The girl said: "No." The doctor paused and said, "The B-ultrasound shows that your baby has water accumulation in his brain, and he may need to induce labor." The girl was a little confused: "My due date is coming soon." What is hydrocephalus? The doctor took a breath and said, "As the saying goes, there is water in the head." "It was originally a very sad thing, but when the doctor said this, other people waiting nearby couldn't help but laugh.

The third thing is that I had dysmenorrhea. It was really painful. No, I ran to the hospital. The hospital was very crowded, and the doctor gave me a urine test sheet. I took the urine test sample to the laboratory uncomfortably. The doctor in the laboratory took a look and said, "Urine tests are not performed during menstruation." , affecting the accuracy of inspection results. "This is what the doctor prescribed!" "I was in so much pain that I really didn't want to make another trip. "I've already told you that it will affect the accuracy of the test. If you want to spend a lot of money, that's up to you." After hearing what he said, I ran to the attending doctor to inform him about the test. The doctor in the doctor’s office said that urine tests cannot be performed during menstruation. The attending doctor became angry: “Who said that! I have been a doctor for more than ten years and have never heard of it. Go check it out quickly, I have to go to work later. "Others were still waiting to see a doctor, but there was no other way. I endured the pain and ran upstairs again, taking the urine test sample to the laboratory doctor. When the doctor saw that it was me again, he said angrily: "Why is it you again! Didn't I tell you that it can't be tested? "But the doctor wants me to do a test!" "I am a doctor in the laboratory, and I said the test results are inaccurate." "Anyway, they just wouldn't take my sample. I had no choice but to run downstairs to the gynecology clinic. The attending doctor was packing her things to get off work, so I stopped her and said, "Doctor, the laboratory still says it can't test it. The attending doctor hurried back and said impatiently: "I am the attending doctor. If I say it can be tested, it can be tested." I was so painful that I was sweating all over. I ran upstairs and downstairs several times. I was so angry that I yelled with all my strength: "You are all doctors. Who should I listen to?" The attending doctor said it could be tested, but the laboratory doctor said it couldn't be done. I've been back and forth four or five times. What the hell, it’s funny, right? Seeing me losing my temper, the attending doctor softened his attitude and comforted me, saying, "I'll call the laboratory, don't worry." "Then I successfully conducted the test.

The hospital is just like the Grand View Garden of the Red Mansion. The obstetrics and gynecology department can best reflect the multi-faceted nature of human nature. It is more intuitive and convincing. All kinds of ups and downs in the world are staged here every day. Like a perfect mirror.

Outside the delivery room, it is the grandparents who are anxious, and the one who is excited is the father. This is a life-and-death human test of love and family ties. > When the operation is over and the door opens, some people rush to see the child first, and some people rush to see the mother first. The first person to rush to see the child is the grandparents, and the first person to rush to see the mother is the grandparents. In fact, too many people do this. .

A girl came for an abortion. As soon as the operation was over, the girl forced herself to say to the nurse: My boyfriend is waiting for me outside. Please go and tell him, but in fact the door is already empty. No one.

The girl finally couldn't help crying, her face was pale, and she bit her lip tightly. She said that when she found out she was pregnant and told the boy, the boy just played the game console without raising his head. Tell her to get rid of it.

Run away, you scumbag. If you can't take responsibility, you must control your body and don't do evil.

I wish. In our society, young people are educated, old people are taken care of, and everyone is treated with kindness.

The first time I went to the obstetrics department for internship, I encountered a strange and thrilling thing.

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1. The person who induced labor was a beautiful woman, but she came alone to induce labor. She was completely despairing, not talking to anyone, and had no expression on her face. It seemed that everything had nothing to do with her.

The nurse took a look and said that the woman's cervix was not dilated at all. It would be a long time before she could give birth. She told me to keep an eye on her while she went to the dormitory for a few minutes. I went to see the pregnant woman. The baby's head had already come out. I was shocked and asked the surgical nurse to call the obstetrics nurse.

The obstetrics nurse arrived within a few minutes and the baby was already born.

It's strange that the children are all red and purple when they are born. This is the first time I have seen such a fair and fat boy. They are probably born out of hiding to handsome men and beautiful women, but unfortunately they are evil and eventually abandoned.

In the afternoon, the old nurse from the obstetrics department asked me to go and bury it under the big tree next to the wall with a hoe.

2. The above story is disgusting and I don’t dare to tell it directly. It was very warm. My mother was a midwife in the countryside. One day, a widow gave birth to a boy. The widow refused to have the child and asked my mother to take it away and give it away.

My mother took the baby home. . It happened that my aunt from Shanghai was at my house, so the two old ladies were so in love that they bought a bunch of clothes and milk powder. After 7 or 8 days of raising the baby, the widow and a bachelor came to my house, crying and seeking death, and took the baby back. All the clothes, quilts, and milk powder were swept away.

We have laughed at my mother for this all her life. She raised four children by herself, which can be said to be a painstaking and arduous effort. I am still doing this joke when I am old.

I am so impressed. I was going to have a baby at that time. I was still in the hospital the day after giving birth, and a girl came in early in the morning. She was probably about 18, maybe not yet. She didn't show her pregnancy, just like she was going shopping, and she was carrying a bag. I didn't bring anything else. There was no attack either. There was also a man following him, but he was much older than the woman. There was no communication between the two throughout the whole process. I thought it was the old husband and young wife mode again, and secretly scolded the scumbag. Not long after, the girl said she was hungry. The man cursed and finally ordered takeout! Shocked again! I thought to myself, forget it, I don’t care, I even ordered takeout for the pregnant woman! It really ruined my outlook! The key point is that these two people don't look like they are here to have children. After staying for two hours, we started chatting in the ward. It turned out that this man was the girl’s father and that he and the girl’s mother had long been divorced. But it is rare for a father to be so indifferent to his daughter. It feels like this father wants to leave at any time and is unwilling to take care of her. Why doesn't anyone from this girl's husband's family come with her? I was wondering, the girl couldn't stand the pain any more, so she sat on the ground and blasted the iron bedside table in the ward like crazy. I was shocked again. I can only say that the pain was not enough. I still had the strength to blast the bedside table. The sound was mixed with "dong-dong-dong". Wail, sob. The girl's father saw this and made a phone call. Someone in the ward asked the girl where her husband's family was? The girl stopped hammering the bedside table and said her boyfriend broke up and ruined her outlook again! (I guess the other person is less than 20 years old). At this time the doctor came and took the girl to the delivery room. At dawn, an old lady came, who was the girl's grandmother. The girl's father has disappeared, and he probably doesn't want to take care of it anymore. The old lady said that she told the doctor that she didn’t want the baby, which meant that she wanted the doctor to handle it during the birth process, which would ruin her outlook again. But how dare the doctor! This is murder. So he was born. The old lady returned to the ward and complained to us for a few words before slowly going out to buy clothes, milk powder, diapers, and a basin for the child... She felt very sad. The child felt unpopular with the whole family. You can imagine what kind of life the child would be in. grow in the environment.

Therefore, the impact of family on a person is really great. The girl's situation is inseparable from her broken family, lack of education and parental love, and lack of education.

After giving birth, the mother and her parents got into a fight before she was discharged from the hospital because of the child’s last name. Is it a weird thing that the couple got divorced?

It was 2007. My wife went to the hospital to wait for delivery, and there was already an expectant mother in the same ward. At that time, a group of people surrounded the expectant mother, including her husband, her parents, and parents-in-law. The six of them were talking and laughing happily. When they saw us entering, they greeted us warmly and said that sharing the same room with them was temporary. They had already contacted the independent delivery room next door, and they would move there tomorrow when others moved out.

The next morning, the expectant mother entered the operating room first, and her family packed everything into the ward next door. Then go outside the operating room to wait for the arrival of new life. Soon the nurse pushed the mother out and happily told the people waiting outside that the baby was a son. The family of four elderly people and the newly promoted father were so happy that they surrounded the mother and returned to the ward.

When we returned to the ward in the afternoon, we heard the new father and his old father-in-law talking in the corridor. Although it could be felt that both of them spoke in low voices, the anger in their words was still there. can easily reach our ears. It was obvious that the two people were discussing the child's surname - should it be the father's surname or the mother's surname (that is, the father-in-law's surname)? We heard the words clearly, and the new father also made it very clear. It probably meant that it was agreed at the early stage of pregnancy that if a son is born, he will have the man's surname, and if a daughter is born, he will have the woman's surname. Now it is estimated that the father-in-law saw that his daughter gave birth to a grandson, and wanted to violate the agreement and let the grandson take his surname, but the son-in-law objected.

Here we would like to explain the so-called "crouching at both ends" wedding custom here. When a man and a woman get married, they stay at home nominally, and there is no such thing as getting married or bringing into the family. The advantage of this is that the procedure is simple, everyone can hold their own weddings, and there is no need for gifts and dowries to come and go. The only problem is the surname of the future child. Before the two-child policy was relaxed, when a couple got married and had a child, they usually had to negotiate whose surname it would be. If one party was easier to talk to, everyone would be happy, but if both parties were stubborn, it would easily lead to conflicts.

For a family like this one, it was probably that they had made an agreement in advance and one party regretted it at the last minute. That afternoon I saw an unfriendly exchange between my son-in-law and my father-in-law, and in the evening I heard the cry of the housewife in the next door ward. I went with my mother to persuade them. It was just the first day of labor. How could I make the mother cry? I will get eye disease in the future.

(Okay, I admit that I went there to watch the fun)

The adults on both sides didn’t speak, and the young man’s eyes were also red. I just wanted to say something, be reasonable. Well!

The next morning, I heard the sound of ping-pong-pong-pong coming from next door, and the hospital security guards rushed over. It turned out that the mother's father and father-in-law had an argument all morning over the baby's last name and continued to push each other, causing the washbasin on the bedside table to fall to the floor.

The young man stepped forward to help his father, but was slapped by his father-in-law. When he saw that his son was slapped by his in-laws, they immediately started a fight with them. The two men, who together were about a hundred years old, fought from the ward into the corridor, attracting a large number of onlookers and the security guards trying to persuade them. The doctor also came over to reprimand them.

So the fight was over, and the young man who had just become a father followed his parents home. Only the mother and father are left to take care of her. The child's grandmother, besides taking care of her daughter, also came to chat with my mother. She actually told my mother that she had told the hospital that the name on the child's birth certificate would be her daughter's surname; they had already made arrangements Prepare for divorce between daughter and son-in-law. What's even more outrageous is that she said that after being discharged from the hospital, the "grandson" (actually a grandson) would be raised by the old couple, and her daughter would just find a partner like a grown-up girl. Hearing this, I was shocked and completely devastated! ——Is it so easy for a woman who has given birth and been divorced to find a partner? Where does the confidence come from?

On the fourth day, the patient was discharged from the hospital next door, but the child’s father and grandparents did not appear. I heard from doctors and nurses that in recent years, they had seen many couples divorce after giving birth because of the child's surname.

Who would have thought that in less than ten years it would be possible to have a second child again? If they had followed the agreement and named the man's surname back then, a second child would have been born in the past few years! It's a pity that for the sake of the same surname, in the end, Lao Yan separated!

My colleague Lao Zhou is from Zhoukou, Henan. He went home to see his father in the hospital. After staying in the hospital for a while, he came back and told me this story:

That night , it was about twelve o'clock, and someone shouted for help at the door of the hospital. None of the doctors or nurses in the hospital came out. Some people looked out and lost interest. It wasn't a fight, and I didn't know what it was about. The shouters were a man and an old lady, and there were also women's moans in their car. You should be looking for help.

When another man and I went out to the car, we discovered that the person in the car was a pregnant woman whose water had broken. It was her husband and mother-in-law who shouted for help. Her husband was thin and short, and her size was too big for him to hold or hold her. Her mother-in-law was also thin and small. When she got to the hospital, she had no choice but to call for help. As a result, no doctors or nurses came, only the two of us came.

Seeing someone coming, the two waiters knelt down and begged us. There was no way for the four of us to carefully carry the pregnant woman into the hospital. A nurse came to take a look and said, "Let's go into the delivery room." He pointed in the direction, motioned for us to carry it in and left.

The husband ran up and down to find doctors and nurses, and the children were all born here. We were both covered in it and were kicked out of the delivery room. Seeing that everything was okay, we left.

At dawn the next day, the husband found both of us and wanted to give us money to thank us, but we didn’t ask for it. He didn't even invite us to dinner, so he accepted two packs of cigarettes from him. Knowing that after giving birth to a son, everything is safe.

I am a timid warrior, and I am telling the stories around me.

I want to say: The hospital should be a place to save lives and heal the wounded. But when people call for help at the hospital door, no doctors or nurses come to see them. Maybe they don’t know if they have money. Dear friends, should hospitals aim to treat illnesses and save people? Or is it better to focus on making money and creating benefits?

Indifference comes from interests, and selfless help comes from nature.

Maybe it’s not possible to take our economic interests too seriously?