At first, I was pregnant with twins, thinking it was a blessing from heaven, but later, when I went for a check-up, there was only one fetus left.

　　After the ultrasound, the gynecologist said that the other embryo did not develop and was absorbed.

　　'This is normal.

　　From the ultrasound, the remaining fetus is very healthy, so don't worry.' 'What do you mean by absorbed? Absorbed by whom?' I asked.

　　The doctor paused and said, 'In a way that ordinary people can easily understand, embryos that lack development potential or are weak cannot grow successfully.

　　The human body itself is more suitable for single-born reproduction, and twins will inevitably compete for nutrients, with the weaker one being absorbed.' 'But...' I sadly took out the previous ultrasound report, 'When I first discovered it, the two fetuses were clearly developing together.

　　The size of the fetal heart and bud were similar.' 'It's very unfortunate.' After leaving the hospital, my husband and I returned home.

　　He comforted me, saying it's okay to have just one.

　　I also thought so and relaxed.

　　Afraid that the fetus would mysteriously disappear again, I became extremely cautious afterwards.

　　As the fetus grew larger, I gradually started feeling uncomfortable.

　　I had severe morning sickness and anemia.

　　The doctor said I had to eat well to ensure the fetus's development.

　　My whole family provided me with abundant food, but I tried my best to eat, yet my body became thinner while my belly grew bigger.

　　After another examination, the doctor felt that my condition was not great because I was too thin.

　　Worried that the fetus was not developing well, but after the examination, they found that the fetus was developing very well, no, I should say extremely well.

　　It's as if the nutrition I consumed was all taken away by her.

　　'The child is growing too big.

　　We must control the food intake, no more overeating,' the doctor said.

　　I could see the hesitation in her eyes.

　　A thin woman with an outrageously large fetus was not normal.

　　The oversized fetus was indeed a problem.

　　After returning home, I reduced my diet and often felt hungry.

　　Whenever I was hungry, the fetus in my stomach would become extremely restless, moving and kicking as if it couldn't get enough nutrition.

　　Several days later, I fainted due to anemia and was taken to the hospital.

　　The doctor said I had malnutrition and gave me nutrient injections.

　　The examination showed that the fetus was still bigger than normal.

　　'We should go for a cesarean section then,' the doctor compromised and allowed me to resume eating.

　　In order to achieve a balance, I only ate a little more, which would prevent the fetus from becoming too large while ensuring my own survival.

　　By the seventh month, I was extremely thin, with sunken cheeks and weak limbs, but my belly was unbelievably huge."

　　The whole person is like a deformed monster in a movie poster.

　　When I look in the mirror, I can't believe that I am still a woman.

　　I knew that pregnancy was a great ordeal in life, but I didn't expect my ordeal to be so strong.

　　In order to ensure my own and my child's health, I went directly to the hospital.

　　When the fetus was three months old, I couldn't bear the reaction to pregnancy and resigned.

　　After losing an income, the heavy burden of the family's finances fell on my husband.

　　My husband loves me very much, works hard, and even took on a part-time job.

　　I've begged the child countless times not to greedily take away everything, to leave me some nutrition, and for everyone to be able to live well, but the fetus doesn't understand human language and continues to deprive me of my nutrition, as if wanting to suck me dry.

　　Greedily devouring, it caused me to be hospitalized repeatedly, neither human nor ghost, and the family spent nearly three hundred thousand yuan.

　　My mother-in-law came specifically to take care of me and gave us some money.

　　During the cesarean section, I had a massive hemorrhage and almost died on the operating table.

　　Finally, my daughter was born, weighing eleven pounds.

　　The doctor said she was the biggest baby he had delivered, even under my efforts to suppress nutrition.

　　Lying weakly in bed, looking at my daughter's cute face, I thought: all the hardships are over.

　　"Little one, you've caused enough trouble for dad and mom.

　　Be good in the future, dad and mom will take care of you." I kissed her tender face, and she smiled at me.

　　The newborn baby was red and not good-looking, but in my eyes, she was the most adorable angel in the world.

　　I thought the suffering was over, but I didn't expect it to be the beginning of terror.