Chapter 785: Chapter 482: Take a Look—Is It Prince Smith or Princess?
Ivy Miller once considered having a second child.
But after being pushed into the delivery room and enduring five whole hours of pain, she started to get scared.
The pain caused by frequent contractions was just too overwhelming.
Ivy was already someone who feared pain, so while other moms-to-be in the delivery room were just groaning,
she was the only one crying out for help.
This even made the woman next to her, who was having her second child, laugh despite the pain.
"Sister, don’t be so afraid. I’ve had one already, it’s really okay. Be a bit braver."
"I’m... I’m afraid of the pain. Doctor, please save me.
I can’t have a natural birth, do a C-section instead."
The nurse walked in from outside, checked her, and said coldly, "Alright, you’ve been fussing for over three hours now. Aren’t your vocal cords sore, it’s only six centimeters dilated."
"Give me a C-section."
"If you have a C-section now, all the suffering you went through before would be for nothing.
And if I start the paperwork for you now, by the time we’re done, you might already be fully dilated."
Ivy felt like she was truly helpless.
"Boohoo, I don’t want to go through this, quickly take me out.
Oh God, I’m in so much pain, help."
The woman beside her also felt a bit of pain, but couldn’t help but laugh upon hearing Ivy scream.
The nurse shook her head helplessly and turned to leave. She said to another nurse on duty, "It’s really a sight, haven’t encountered such a noisy mom-to-be in a while."
"Just wait, once she’s on the delivery bed, she won’t have any strength left."
The two nurses glanced at each other and smiled speechlessly.
Ivy, taking advantage of a moment when there was no contraction, hurriedly called Henry Sullivan.
Henry was also very tense, and as soon as he answered the phone, he heard Ivy cry, "Uncle, I think I’m not going to make it. Tell my mom that I love her, I love her very much."
The woman beside her snorted with laughter, "Sister, it’s really not that bad, don’t be so scared."
Ivy still cried and Henry comforted, "Don’t worry, the nurse is about to move you to a private room, there’s a room now, I’ll come in and accompany you."
The call hadn’t even finished when the nurse indeed came in.
After moving her to a private room, Henry finally came in to be with her.
He came straight from work, not even having time to change his uniform.
Since it was a military hospital, the nurse wasn’t surprised.
"Captain, please calm the patient’s emotions.
She’s screaming so wildly now, she won’t have any energy on the delivery bed later.
Give her some chocolate to replenish some energy, drink water, adjust her breathing, don’t be afraid.
Having a baby isn’t that scary, the pain will peak and then it’ll be over."
After the nurse left, Henry obediently fed Ivy some chocolate.
Ivy continued sobbing, and Henry bent down to hug her, "Don’t be scared, don’t be scared, I’m here.
Listen to the nurse, otherwise it’ll be even harder later."
With Henry there, Ivy’s emotions really stabilized quite a bit.
But when contractions came, she still couldn’t help but scream.
Even though the nurse had told her several times how to breathe, it still didn’t register in her ears.
Eight hours into the delivery room, she was finally fully dilated and lifted onto the delivery bed.
Henry had been by her side the whole time, watching as his woman gave everything, her features twisted in pain to bring their child into the world.
But because her breathing was continually wrong, the doctor was becoming a bit anxious, her tone very urgent, "Mom, listen to me, your child is in serious danger now.
If you don’t listen and cooperate with your breathing, the child might have problems."
"I... I will listen, but I... have no energy left."
The nurse beside added, "This is the mother who was yelling the whole day outside."
The doctor, helpless, encouraged her, "Think of the child, if you don’t give it your all, you’ll lose this child. You have three more chances, you must adjust your breathing.
As long as you listen to me, follow my pace, I’ll get the baby out immediately."
Henry also tightly held her hand by her side, "Ivy, hang in there, for our child, thank you for your hard work."
Ivy clenched her teeth, gave it her all, and with the next contraction, she followed the doctor’s pace, giving everything... When the child was separated from her body, Ivy felt as if the world paused for three seconds.
Then, the sound returned to her ears, she heard and felt Henry holding and kissing her head, "Thank you for your hard work, Ivy, you are the best mom in the world."
The baby’s clear cries came from nearby.
The medical staff held the child in front of her for her to see, "Here, Ivy, take a look, is it a Prince or Princess?"
Ivy weakly focused her gaze on the child, she smiled slightly, "Princess, little princess."
"Alright, come, let the baby touch your face." After a brief face-to-face contact, the baby was taken away.
Henry’s gaze was full of affection, having witnessed her go through such excruciating pain to bring their child into the world, how could he not treat her well for the rest of his life?
He is determined to lovingly care for both her and the baby, his two princesses.
His gaze landed on the child being weighed, his lips curled upward, he had just been promoted to being a father.
This feeling of happiness is truly indescribable.
Ivy Miller had a natural childbirth, and since she was in good health, she was discharged from the hospital on the third day after giving birth.
The day she was discharged, both her in-laws and her parents came.
Because she had a daughter, her mother-in-law only came to see her and the child the day she gave birth and then left.
Her father-in-law, however, was more responsible and would visit them every day after work.
As for her parents, her mom almost stayed in the hospital, specifically taking care of the child.
Her dad also came once a day.
But for her, that was enough; she originally didn’t want to meet her mother-in-law anyway.
After everything was packed up, the whole family left the hospital together.
Henry Sullivan carried the child in one arm and held Ivy Miller’s hand with the other as they went to the car.
After arriving home, everyone was busy bustling around, but Henry’s mother sat with a cold expression on the sofa, arms crossed, motionless.
Ivy’s mom felt a bit dissatisfied with this: "In-laws, other grandmothers are happy, why are you so unhappy?"
"Which woman doesn’t give birth, I think you’re exaggerating."
Ivy’s mom’s face turned pale from frustration, and Ivy tugged at her wrist: "Mom, come to the room with me."
Ivy’s mom snorted coldly and followed her into the room, while Ivy’s dad also felt a bit awkward and excused himself to leave first.
Only Henry’s family of three was left in the living room, and Henry looked at his mother with a cold face: "If you’re so unwilling, then don’t come anymore; you’re not welcome here."
"Henry, it’s not that Mom is unwilling, it’s just that having a daughter..."
"So what if it’s a daughter? I like daughters.
If you don’t like my child, then I can have her not call you grandma in the future.
Rest assured, my child, Henry Sullivan’s child, won’t trouble you."
"Henry Sullivan, what are you talking about?" Nathan Rhodes looked angry. "Is that what I meant? I’m just lamenting for you.
With such a large family business, we don’t even have a grandson to inherit it. How can I feel good about this?
I’m not hoping for you to comfort me, but you don’t have to say such harsh words."
"You still have the nerve to say such things? You look down on my child, and I can say even harsher things. Do you want to hear it?"
Henry’s dad stepped forward and pulled Henry’s mom: "What’s wrong with you? Our granddaughter is so adorable, why are you like this?"
"Even you’re saying this to me."
"What you did was wrong, and if it’s wrong, anyone can say so."
Henry’s mom nodded, "Fine, you’re all against me, right? Then I’ll leave."
She turned to leave, and Henry said, "Before you go, remember one thing: so what if you have a son, so what if you have lots of assets, you failed as a person and are destined to not keep anyone around.
I don’t want a penny of your assets, rest assured, you don’t need to worry about no one inheriting your property in the grandson’s generation.
Because there won’t be anyone from your son’s generation to inherit it."
"You..." Nathan was about to say something, but Henry had already fixed his gaze on his father.
"Dad, take your ill-mannered wife and leave my home.
This house was bought with my own money; you’re not welcome here."
"Henry, don’t be like this, your mom she..."
"Please leave," Henry walked to the door, opened it, and his face was cold.
Nathan gritted his teeth, turned, and left, while Damian Sullivan sighed and walked up to Henry: "Your mom has always been strong-willed, I’ll advise her when we get back."
"There’s no need; I’ve told her long ago not to mess with my family.
Since she didn’t listen, I can only solve this problem my way."
"What are you going to do?"
"Go back and have my mom make it official; I want to sever our mother-son relationship.
From now on, my affairs, my wife’s affairs, and my child’s affairs are none of her business.
I can’t let her ruin my life and then go on to harm my daughter’s life."
Damian looked at Henry’s cold expression.
He wanted to say something, but he knew well that even if he did, Henry wouldn’t listen.
So he simply left first, planning to resolve this matter when the two of them had calmed down.
"Take good care of Ivy, I’ll come see her later."
After they left, Henry closed the door with a thud, and Ivy’s mom came out of the bedroom to look at Henry: "Henry, have your parents left?"
"Mom, they’ve left." Henry smiled and walked over: "I’m sorry to let you see my kind of parents, it must make you feel bad."
"I don’t mind, as long as the two of you are doing well together.
Since the nanny is here, I’ll go back first and come back tomorrow morning to see the baby."
"Then I’ll see you out, Mom."
"No need, go back and be with Ivy."
"Understood, Mom."
After his mother-in-law left, Henry leaned against the wall, closed his eyes for a moment, and calmed down before heading to the bedroom.
Ivy was playing with their daughter; when the two of them met eyes, they shared a knowing smile.
This smile, understood only by the two of them, was called happiness.