Tell me about my failed dink experience and abortion experience.

I come from the countryside, and I study as a kindergarten teacher in a technical secondary school. After graduation, I became the king of my children-a kindergarten teacher.

I like children, and I appreciate, rejoice and love to teach them well. I think children who have taught pi are so smart and cute. I have also taught people with weak acceptance and slow mental development. I sympathize with them and worry about their future. I will love them more tenderly and give them as much warmth as possible.

Maybe it's because of my family background and my growing experience. I always feel sorry for my children when I hug their fleshy and soft bodies. I think they are carefree now, but have they grown up? Society is so sinister and life is so hard, and they still have a long way to go.

Later, I met my husband, and we fell in love and got married smoothly. We were both 25 years old when we got married, but I made an agreement with him that we would not have children. I said that life is too bitter to give children a good economy, a good growth environment and a good education environment. We rent a house in Shenzhen and have no money to build a house in our hometown. Our ability may be to help the elderly to support the elderly. To regenerate a child can only create one more life, wander with us, suffer together, and live at the bottom of society like us when we grow up. As for our own pension, I think we can save some money and go to a nursing home in the future.

My husband agreed, so we have always been Dink, and we can't remember how many times contraception failed. We all went to the hospital without hesitation. . . I don't feel sorry for the lost life. I stubbornly believe that I did this to prevent them from suffering in the world.

I warned me that if you go on like this, you will be infertile. If you want to have children when you are old, you will regret it.

I don't care. I think that's better. You don't have to go to the hospital for an abortion.

In a blink of an eye, I crossed the age of 30,365,438+0, and all my friends around me had their own children. When they get together, they all take their children and chat. Plus, maybe it's because of my age, I suddenly want to have a child.

It is too easy for me to get pregnant. Without contraception, I got pregnant that month. I'm still a little proud. My sister is in excellent health [pride].

I turned red when I was five weeks old. I don't know what happened, so I went to the hospital for examination. The doctor looked at the B-ultrasound and said there was a gestational sac, but there was no embryo heart. Maybe it's abortion. Come back next week. See the red? The problem may not be big, just keep observing.

Then I went home happily. Go next week, B-ultrasound still has no embryo bud and fetal heart, and next week, there is still no fetal heart. The doctor said that this can't be helped. Let's get rid of it.

I began to understand the seriousness of the problem, and I began to drink my own bitter wine. I had to walk to the operating table again. . . When I got home, I cried and collapsed for a few days, and then I remembered that the doctor said it might just be an accident. Clean up your mood and wait for half a year to come back.

Six months later, I was pregnant again. I'm very upset. By the fifth week, I was still red. I don't know how to stay in bed to protect my children. I am on tenterhooks every day and go to the hospital for B-ultrasound on time, hoping to find the fetal heart of the embryo. But I just didn't. Two months later, I gave up. Surgery! However, because of taking anti-abortion drugs, the gestational sac is implanted too deeply, which is too harmful to the uterus. The doctor advised me to ask for it again in a year.

In this process, I looked up a lot of information and found the reason why I couldn't sit still-too many abortions led to thinning of the endometrium and inability to sit still. Ovulation period should be at least 1 cm, while mine is only 0.7 cm. I am determined to repair my intima this year. What Tianxi pill, moxibustion, can be tossed and turned, the intima is still not thickened. My M-event will be finished in three days, which is a sign of thin intima.

A year passed, and I decided to try again. In the fifth week of pregnancy, I became red again, so I was devastated. But this time, I learned that to protect the fetus in bed, I went to the hospital and prescribed progesterone and HCG injections. My mother used to be a village doctor. She gives me an injection every day so that I don't have to go out.

Three days after the injection, I saw less redness and swelling, and then it slowly disappeared. I was relieved, but the needle still couldn't stop. Two needles a day, my ass is a hornet's nest. Acupuncture AIDS are oily and difficult to absorb. Even so, I dare not stop. It was not until 16 weeks that the tape grew and the needle slowly stopped.

It's really hard during the period, and I can bear anything physically. But I have been worried that the fetal heart will suddenly disappear. Every time I go to the hospital and hear the "chug" sound from fetal heart monitoring, I feel extremely at ease and grateful.

At 39 weeks of caesarean section, the doctor said that because of my experience in protecting the fetus, the placenta was deeply implanted in the uterus, but fortunately it did not penetrate the uterus. The doctor peeled it for me for a long time.

Looking at my lovely daughter, I realized that what I shed before was really a fresh life. It's really wrong Fortunately, I get rid of it in about 6 weeks at a time. At this time, the nerve has not developed, so there should be no pain [grievance].

If you see this, I hope you can listen to my advice. Spring sowing grows in summer and autumn harvest grows in winter. In fact, we are all the same, and we should do something in which season.

Don't mess around like me. I didn't have a baby until I was this age, and my daughter couldn't see my youth. I was middle-aged when she could remember. I am also afraid that when I return to my old age in a hundred years, whether she is strong enough to cope with my departure.