The baby was sent to the provincial maternal and child NICU as soon as he was born. He signed an agreement. Parents are not allowed to visit him or ask about the condition of the patient. He can only ask the doctor about the condition from 10:00 to 12:00 on Tuesday and Friday.

This Tuesday, on Tuesday, the 16th, went to the 12th floor, waiting to ask the doctor. From ten o'clock to half past ten o'clock, I couldn't see the doctor coming out, so I could only call the number given by the hospital. The phone was connected. The doctor said everything was fine and asked when I could be discharged. I said I couldn't be sure and I had to continue to observe. (I later found out that the person who answered the phone was not the doctor, I don't know who it was. The doctor was a woman, and the person who answered the phone was a man.)

My wife was discharged from the hospital on the 17th. After she was discharged from the hospital, she always cried. Yesterday (18th), I bit the bullet and asked her about her relationships everywhere and finally found a doctor from the provincial women and children's home.

After seeing the doctor, he was scolded by the doctor and asked me, "You don't know if your daughter is transferred to the hospital? How did you become a parent?"

I was confused and had to ask me kindly what was going on. Then I realized that on the 15th, the baby had already come out of the intensive care unit and could be sent back to my mother.

At that time, my wife and I were in the hospital, just in the provincial maternal and childbirth department. The neonatal department was on the 12th floor and we were on the 11th floor, just one staircase, but no one informed us about this.

Later, through the doctor introduced by this acquaintance, he found Dr. Li Jinchun, who was in charge of the bed, asked where the baby was now, and asked her what was going on. After some inquiry, he replied that at noon on the 15th, someone should have informed us that we could take the baby away, let the mother and baby be together, and discharged from the hospital together, but I don’t know which procedure was wrong, and no one informed us. Then, they forgot about this... Forgot... Forgot... Forgot... Forgot...

They transferred the baby to another doctor in the intensive care unit, Wu Ziqi, and asked me to find Wu Ziqi if I had anything to do.

When asked Dr. Li Jinchun, if the baby could be discharged from the hospital, Dr. Li said that this could only be found by Dr. Wu Ziqi.

After I got to Dr. Wu Ziqi's phone number from the nurse, I called several times, kept turning off the phone, and called Dr. Li Jinchun, but was also turned off. I could only see a few nurses on the front desk on the 12th floor who didn't know anything.

I couldn't find my whereabouts, so I had to contact the doctor I had to contact with my relationship. I explained the situation to him in various words such as thanks and troubles, but I was scolded again, saying that I was not innocent (Wuhan dialect, brain disease means), and then told me that my baby hung up the phone after being discharged from the hospital in the afternoon.

After hitting various walls, even being scolded, I felt extremely angry and humiliated, but considering that the child was still in their hands, I could only endure this tone.

At 11:00 a.m., I received a call saying that my baby had no problems (nonsense! It was no problem two days ago). I went through the discharge procedures at 2:30 p.m. I said I was in the hospital, but they said they had to check the fees and could only handle them at 2:30 p.m.

I waited in the hospital and waited in the neonatal department until 2:30 in the afternoon. However, after asking questions, I couldn't find the doctor who received the discharge procedures. I had no choice but to catch every nurse who could ask. After being ignored again and again, a nurse finally picked up the notebook and checked it, went in and asked for it. When I came back, I told me that the fees were still being checked.

At 3:30 in the afternoon, I finally waited until the cost verification was completed and I gave me a list and asked me to go through the discharge procedures.

The baby stayed in the hospital for six days. The first day cost was more than 8,000 yuan, the second day cost was more than 3,000 yuan, and the fourth day could be discharged. However, no one notified the family. So on the fifth day, the sixth day, the sixth day cost was still more than 1,300 yuan, and the sixth day half-day cost was more than 900 yuan. The details included 24-hour intensive care fees, which can be imagined that they were still charged according to the standards of the intensive care unit.

If you don’t see your baby after completing the discharge procedures, you must sign and confirm the expense list. After signing and confirming, you can’t contact the hospital for any expenses.

In order to see the baby as soon as possible, I took her home and endured all kinds of anger and humiliation in my heart. I paid the money on the first floor, signed and confirmed the fee list, went to the supermarket that cooperated with the hospital on the first floor to check out, went to the restaurant that cooperated with the hospital on the third floor to check out (the hospital was directly used for baby consumption), and took four orders back to the twelfth floor.

After handing over the order, another half an hour later, someone finally informed him to go in and get the child.

The passage in the intensive care unit was opened and was shouted into it. The child was in the corridor, looking at me with his eyes open.

All kinds of anger and humiliation in my heart disappeared at the moment I saw the baby.

Or, she was melted by her eyes.

Just want to take her home safely and take her away from this ugly place.

When I returned home and cleaned my child, I found that the vulva was covered with feces and dirt that had been stuck to the skin and flesh and couldn't wash it off. I carefully scrubbed with a cotton swab for more than half of the time, and only scrubbed a little half. I was afraid that it would hurt her and dared not continue. I tried to scrub more tomorrow.

I pay thousands of yuan in the neonatal care unit every day, including various care costs. I don’t know how the nurses inside clean it up? I can no longer complain about it.

I really want to complain to them and ask for an explanation for all the above things, even if it is just an apology.

But I took care of my wife who was in confinement and scrubbed her surgical wounds, cooked, fed water, and took care of her child's breastfeeding. My wife's arms could not be used force. I held her to feed her breastfeeding, and changed her child's diapers, changed her clothes, washed her butt after shit, hugged her breasts and avoided returning to breastfeeding, and washed her clothes...

Then, you have to code.

I can't be too busy every day, and I'm powerless in asking for explanations.

The doctor-patient conflict is so big, is it all because of the patient?

As soon as the child was born, the parents were taken away after just a glance and sent to the neonatal intensive care unit. They were custody for four days, but nothing happened. The parents who could be discharged but no one informed them to be hospitalized downstairs.

These days, how did you get through it when your parents don’t see the baby?

When my wife saw someone else’s baby, she couldn’t help crying. When she mentioned her baby, she couldn’t help crying. She just wanted to see her one day earlier. Every time she asked the nurse about her condition, she didn’t reply. As a result, the baby was fine, but no one notified us!

Baby changed the bed on the afternoon of the 16th, but no one notified us!

My wife's wound was very painful in surgery. Every day, she only did one thing in the hospital, which was to keep milking, endured the pain of the wound, and endured the pain of the milk. She squeezed out bags of milk in exhaustion, and sent bags of breast milk to the 12th floor, put it in the plastic basket for breast milk, and filled in the previous bed number. Who knew that the baby was no longer there!

I don’t know where the breast milk I sent went.

My wife endured the pain all day and day, and maybe she was thrown into the trash bin.

What’s even more disgusting is that once I finished delivering milk, I was worried that the nurse would not send the milk in time for the baby to eat. After two hours, I went up to check it out and found that the bag of milk was still placed in the plastic basket outside.

In such a hot summer, if breast milk is left outside for more than two hours, you can't feed the baby! However, no one cares, and asks the nurse and impatiently tells you to put it in the basket. If you ask more questions, ignore it.

You have earned so much unscrupulous money by saving women and children. Can you tell me the minimum conscience and put a freezer there to collect breast milk? Can the nurses take breast milk from the plastic basket and put it in the freezer in time?

People are doing it, God is watching!

There are other kinds of anger and humiliation, and now I can't get busy and don't have time to explain in detail.

As a writer, I have no power and power, I can’t do anything, and I can’t get back any statement. I only have the keyboard in front of me to tell these things out and let more people know their unscrupulousness and shamelessness!

The only thing to be thankful is that the baby finally returned to his side and returned home.

Seeing her, nothing matters anymore.

The baby's photos are posted on the WeChat official account, and you can find them by searching for "Obiya" or "aobiye2016" on WeChat.
Chapter completed!