I breathed a sigh of relief after hearing what she said. " I'm glad that you and your baby are fine. Munchkin was also born prematurely and looked like he was seven to eight months old when he was one year old. Look at him now, he's jumping around like nobody’s business now and is especially healthy too."
Those words worked on Susan, and I clearly saw her breathe a sigh of relief. "That's great."
Seeing that her lips were a little dry, I got up and poured her a glass of water. I then found a straw and put it in the glass before bringing it to her lips. "Drink slowly, a little at a time."
The cabinets were full, but where were Susan's caretakers?
Where was Tyler?
A little angry, I asked Susan, "Where are your caretakers?”
Susan took a sip, and her lips seemed less dry now. She said mildly, "I don't need someone to constantly watch over me, so I asked the caretaker to go and make meals."
I did not ask her where Tyler was as I was worried it would put Susan in a much worse mood.
"Is it a boy or a girl?" I asked with a smile, putting the glass on the bedside table.
At the mention of the baby, Susan was obviously delighted. "It's an adorable little boy.”
"I love boys." A smile emerged on my face as well. " Boys are closer to moms."
As soon as I said that, two nurses pushed the door in.
I got up and walked to one side. The nurses helped Susan to bend her legs, then pressed and squeezed on her still slightly bulging stomach.
She felt pain but bit her lips hard to stop herself from yelling out loud.
I saw tears in the corners of her eyes and frowned." She’s in a lot of pain. Can't you go easier on her?"
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