Just after the cesarean section, I was barely alive, and after the anesthesia wore off, the wound was extremely painful.

　　My daughter was placed in a cradle by the bed, and the nurse said I needed mother-infant contact, so I could hold and touch my daughter more.

　　It was temporarily a bit difficult for me, I couldn't even move, how could I hold my daughter? Of course, I really wanted to hold her.

　　This feeling was strange, I don't know if anyone who has been pregnant feels the same: I know I have a child, and I will love them, but that love feels like it's covered by a membrane, more like a formulaic emotion of "because I am a mother, so I have to love my child".

　　But when the child appears in front of me, I can truly feel that love deep in my heart.

　　This child is the most important person to me, not because books, ethics, or laws tell me to love her, but because she appeared out of thin air in my body - instinct.

　　"Wow!" Cries came from the cradle.

　　"She must be hungry," my mother-in-law smiled and walked to the cradle to pick up the baby and put her next to me.

　　It was a bit embarrassing being a new mother for the first time; I asked my husband to pull the curtains around the hospital bed before clumsily unbuttoning my clothes to breastfeed.

　　Unexpectedly, a sharp pain struck, and I cried out in pain.

　　It felt like I was being bitten by an animal.

　　My daughter had an innocent and cute face, but she bit me hard.

　　"It hurts," I said when the nurse came in.

　　"It's normal, everyone's physical constitution is different, some people are more sensitive to pain, and they will feel discomfort when breastfeeding, but they will get used to it later," the nurse comforted.

　　I felt a bit ashamed, there was another woman in the hospital room who had given birth on the same day as me, and she breastfed very calmly.

　　I asked if she was in pain, and she said it was a little bit, but she could bear it.

　　I haven't been a mother before, so I thought it was normal and endured it.

　　My daughter often needed to breastfeed, and the intervals were particularly short.

　　As long as I put her in the cradle, she would cry loudly.

　　The middle-aged woman in the next bed who was taking care of the patient was unhappy and reminded, "If your child is causing trouble, just keep feeding them." My husband apologized and brought the child to my side.

　　Just as the child was placed, they bit me and I screamed in pain again.

　　"Can't you stop being so dramatic?" the middle-aged woman next to us angrily said, "Everyone has children, everyone breastfeeds.

　　Who cries like you every time? The child's teeth haven't even grown, so how painful can it be?" My husband's face instantly darkened, "It's not your place to interfere." The middle-aged woman and my husband argued, "Your wife disturbed my daughter! My grandson was sleeping peacefully, but your child kept crying, causing my grandson to cry too.

　　My daughter couldn't sleep well either!" My husband clenched his fist, and I quickly said, "Let it go." My husband turned and walked out of the ward.

　　Soon after, a nurse transferred me to a separate room.

　　I felt sorry for the cost, but my husband touched my forehead and said, "I recently did a part-time job and earned ten thousand yuan.

　　It's enough for you and our daughter to have a good room." "Let it go..." I couldn't help but cry.

　　It's strange, I didn't cry during the painful pregnancy, and I didn't cry when my cesarean section wound hurt, but I cried because of my husband's words.

　　They say that having a child easily leads to being emotional, maybe it's true.