bestfiction Chapter 471 Became a Father
Chapter 471 Became a Father
The next day, Liu Yan's mother also came from Hengyang.
The two mothers met in the hallway.
After learning each other's identities, the atmosphere became awkward.
The two didn't talk much and went to their respective hospital rooms.
But the next morning, Zhang Xinyu saw the two of them sitting on a bench in the corridor, each holding a cup of tea and talking in hushed tones.
She didn't hear what was said, but she saw that both mothers had calm expressions, occasionally nodding and occasionally sighing.
Two days later, on July 12, Fu Yibai stopped going to the company altogether.
He set his phone to emergency contacts only, transferred all business calls to Zhao Qi, handed over all crew affairs to Wang Peng, and delegated all investment decisions to Qi Yuan.
Every morning at eight o'clock sharp, Director Zhou would make his rounds, accompanied by two attending physicians and four midwives, to conduct a thorough examination of the two women.
"My due date is in the next few days."
Press the bell immediately if you feel anything.
Director Zhou gave a word of advice.
At 7 p.m. on July 16, Yang Rong began to experience contractions.
"Yi Bai, I think I'm going into labor."
Fu Yibai was startled and quickly pressed the call button.
Director Zhou arrived with the midwife within a minute, checked the situation, and said that they still needed to wait.
Yang Rong's contractions began to become regular at 2 a.m.
After the examination, Director Zhou found that the cervix had dilated to three centimeters.
"You can go into the delivery room now."
Director Zhou took off his rubber gloves and spoke calmly.
Fu Yibai held Yang Rong's hand; her palms were sweaty, and her fingertips were icy cold.
She could manage a weak smile between contractions, but when the next contraction came, her brows furrowed tightly and her lips pressed into a thin line.
"I'll go in with you."
Yang Rong turned to look at him, the fine beads of sweat on her forehead glistening under the corridor lights.
"Don't go in, just wait outside."
No, I'll stay with you.
He turned to look at Director Zhou, who nodded and told the nurse to get a spare sterile gown.
At 2:20 a.m., Yang Rong was wheeled into the delivery room.
Fu Yibai changed into a sterile gown, wore a mask and a hat, leaving only his eyes visible.
He stood beside the delivery bed, Yang Rong's hand gripping his fingers so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
Li Hui and Yang's mother sat on a bench outside the delivery room.
Yang's mother clasped her hands together on her knees, her back very straight.
Li Hui peeled a mint and handed it to Yang's mother. The two women looked at each other but neither said a word.
The lights in Liu Yan's hospital room were also on.
After Liu Yan woke up, she couldn't fall back asleep. Her mother sat by her bedside, holding her hand.
"Rongrong has gone inside," Liu's mother said softly.
"Um."
Liu Yan leaned against the headboard, her palm pressed against her stomach, and through the thin hospital gown she could feel the baby kicking her gently.
"Mom, I'm a little nervous."
Liu's mother gripped her hand even tighter.
"Don't be afraid, Rongrong is in good health, she'll be fine."
The time spent in the delivery room was stretched out very long.
Yang Rong's contractions became more and more frequent, and the pain surged up in waves like a tide.
"Take a deep breath and follow my rhythm."
The midwife's voice was steady and strong.
Fu Yibai bent down and pressed his lips against Yang Rong's earlobe.
"I'm here."
Yang Rong nodded, her eyes red and gritting her teeth.
4:16 AM.
A baby's cry broke the silence of the delivery room.
"Congratulations, it's a girl."
Director Zhou lifted the newborn up for the two of them to see. The little guy was all red, clenched his little fists, and was crying with great force.
Fu Yibai looked down at Yang Rong.
Her hair was soaked with sweat and stuck to her forehead; her face was pale; and there were teeth marks on her lips.
"Let me see the child."
Her voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible.
The nurse brought the cleaned newborn over and placed it on Yang Rong's chest.
The little one nestled against its mother, seemingly sensing her familiar presence; its crying gradually subsided, turning into soft whimpers.
The delivery room door opened, and a nurse came out to announce the good news.
"Mother and daughter are safe and sound, weighing 6.3 pounds."
Li Hui stood up from the chair and wiped her hand on the hem of her clothes.
Tears streamed down Yang's mother's face. She wiped them away with the back of her hand, and stumbled as she stood up. Li Hui reached out to support her.
Congratulations!
Li Hui's voice also choked up.
Yang's mother was too excited to speak.
In Liu Yan's hospital room, Liu Yan heard the noise and sat up straight from the head of the bed.
"Did she give birth?"
Zhang Xinyu ran back from the corridor, her face beaming with an irrepressible smile.
"She's given birth! It's a girl, weighing 6.3 pounds. Both mother and daughter are safe."
Liu Yan's eyes lit up immediately.
Liu's mother breathed a sigh of relief.
As Fu Yibai came out of the delivery room, Li Hui stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder.
"You little rascal, you're a dad now."
"Um."
Fu Yibai's voice was a little hoarse.
"I'm a dad now."
Yang's mother stood beside him, watching him. Her lips moved, but in the end she said nothing. She simply reached out and gently patted his arm.
Fu Yibai looked at her,
"Auntie, Rongrong is doing well, and the child is doing well too."
Don't worry.
Yang's mother nodded, and tears fell again.
At five o'clock in the morning, Yang Rong was wheeled back to her ward.
She was asleep, breathing steadily, with traces of undried tears still on her face.
The baby was placed in the crib next to the bed, wrapped in a light pink swaddle, and slept soundly.
Li Hui and Yang's mother lay side by side beside the crib, looking at the baby again and again. Yang's mother reached out and gently tucked the corner of the swaddling clothes in.
"Her eyebrows and eyes resemble Rongrong's."
Li Hui lowered her voice and said.
"His mouth looks like his father's."
Yang's mother added a sentence.