No one's life will be smooth sailing, the waves are not alarming, always have to experience the great waves of the storm, at the peak and the bottom of the valley a few times, will cherish those dull boring daily life, hidden small joy and small happiness.
One
Long before my fourth brother and I were born, my father and mother had passed by death more than once.
At the end of three years of "natural disasters", my father suffered from severe hepatitis because of long-term over-intensive work and severe malnutrition.
At the worst time, the father was feverish and comatose, the mother did not eat or sleep at the father's bedside, several wet towels took turns to apply to his forehead to help him cool down, crying and shouting his father's name over and over again, begging him not to die.
The second uncle was also arrested by his mother as a strong man, and he kept running on the way to get a doctor and grab medicine.
Grandparents waited, except to accompany their mother to tears, there was nothing they could do.
Perhaps because he could not bear to leave the orphans and widows to suffer, or perhaps because his mother did not let go of his mother, his father lingered for two days and two nights before the ghost door closed, and finally returned the soul.
Seeing her father open her eyes, her mother's hands were shaking so hard that she couldn't feed her father a sip of water.
Illness comes like a mountain, and illness goes like a thread.
My father stayed in bed for more than half a year before returning to work.
In the past six months, my mother has been busy hitting the back of her head with her feet, rapidly losing weight at a speed visible to the naked eye, but she has to hold on and does not dare to relax in the slightest.
When my father's illness was completely cured, my mother's tight strings suddenly loosened, and I was exhausted and sick!
Those dark days left a deep shadow on the eldest sister, a child who was only a teenager, had to be an adult, cooking, frying medicine, taking care of his brother, and overcoming the fear of insecurity.
Two
Life returned to its normal state, and while hunger remained, at least no disease made it worse for poor families.
As long as the family is not in trouble, peace is good, which is the only wish of parents at that time. But even such a humble wish is not easy to fulfill.
Only two years later, the second brother was less than half a year old, and a red and swollen pimple (which should be a carbuncle) grew on his neck, and at first he only had a slight pain when he pressed, and his father did not care. A few days later, when the redness and swelling were getting bigger and bigger, and the pain was unbearable, my father went to the health room to see a doctor and put on the plaster, thinking that it would be better slowly.
But after applying the plaster, the red and swollen area was broken, but the damaged wound was getting deeper and deeper, getting bigger and bigger, exactly the same as the sores on the back of the mother's hand! This attracted his father's attention, and he found the old Chinese medicine doctor who finally cured his mother's sores, and took it for external use according to the prescription.
Rao is the treatment plan is completely correct, but this sore poison is really difficult, the father treated for more than a year, the wound is no longer rotten, slowly giving birth to new flesh, slowly healing.
Later, he left a scar like a stout earthworm, which was coiled on the back of his father's head, which was a permanent memorial.
For more than a year, my father had his neck during the day, acting like a robot, and at night he could only sleep on his stomach, and when he touched the wound slightly, he grinned in pain.
For more than a year, my mother was frightened, and every time she helped her father change her medicine, she saw a deep bone wound, and she would be afraid that one day her father would suddenly worsen her illness and leave.
Carrying her father on her back, my mother cried one after another, and after crying, she wiped away her tears and had to work for the family's livelihood.
During the day, the mother carried a hoe and went out with the production team to earn work, and at night, after doing the housework, sending the children to sleep, and spinning two coils of cotton. It was an era when food and clothing had to be hands-on, and there was a serious shortage of materials, even if there was money, there was no place to buy it, let alone no money!
Although the mother was so busy that her bones were about to fall apart, she was determined not to let her father move her hands, lest she affect the recovery of her father's wounds.
The father is the pillar of the family, and without the father, the family collapses.
Later, my mother said that in that year, the tears of this life were dried up.
Three
My father walked twice before the ghost gate closed, and my mother didn't let go of much, and I also experienced two life and death disasters!
My mother has always been in poor health, and when my father had these two serious illnesses, my mother held on hard, forced out her potential, and also overdrawn her energy in advance. Since then, until I started schooling, for more than ten years, my mother often suffered from illness, sometimes even a dysentery, and her legs were so weak that she could not get off the ground for a month.
Shortly after giving birth to the second sister, the mother was sick again, and taking medicine and injections had no effect, and finally changed to a village doctor and proposed to let the infusion.
When the doctor put on the needle, the mother still said that there was laughter, the father sent the doctor away before he reached the gate, the mother felt that the chest was suffocated, uncomfortable, only had time to shout to the eldest sister: "This medicine is not right, hurry up and chase the doctor back!" "I don't wake up.
The eldest sister was scared and cried and ran outside, the doctor and the father turned their heads and jumped into the house, the doctor first pulled the infusion tube with his cleaver, and when he looked at the mother, the mother's mouth was also crooked, the eyes were hanging, the fist was clenched, and the body collapsed straight, and there was no consciousness!
The father's legs were weak, he sat down next to his mother, holding his mother and shaking and crying, and the doctor took out the rescue needle he carried with him and stuck it on his mother, while instructing his eldest brother, who was less than ten years old, to quickly ask several other village doctors.
My mother was often ill, and more than once she took her eldest brother to find the village doctor, and without the slightest delay, the eldest brother invited all the village doctors to the house.
Several village doctors surrounded their mothers, busy in a mess, but all the medicines that felt they would start to work, whether they were cardiotonic agents or anti-allergic, just shot down with a needle.
Listening to his father's cries, no one dared to persuade him, and no one was sure that he could rescue his mother.
On that day, four village doctors, from the evening to the dawn of the next day, had been at my house, from time to time, listening to my mother's heartbeat with a stethoscope, probing my mother's sniffles with my hands, or scratching the hearts of her feet, and my mother did not respond, only bottle after bottle of saline, which quickly dripped into her veins.
Never had such a long night! It was as if the father, who had been holding his mother's hand for centuries, was about to collapse when he suddenly felt his mother's hand move slightly, followed by a long breath from his mother!
The village doctors rushed forward excitedly, calling their mother's name in a tongue-in-cheek manner, and the mother hummed vaguely, which was a response.
Hearing this weak response from the mother, the village doctors were relieved, and the mother rescued them!
The father hugged his mother tightly, and his body trembled like chaff on a sieve.
Four
How many tribulations does life have to go through in exchange for the rest of your life?
At what point will the next ordeal come? No one knows.
The second sister is five years older than the third brother.
The mother could not have imagined that the middle-aged mother, who had successfully given birth to four children, would almost step on the nai ho bridge because of difficult childbirth!
According to the mother, the third brother was born a "freak", as early as during pregnancy, he was restless, obviously much more active than the previous brothers and sisters, and in the later stages of pregnancy, he was punching and kicking day and night, brushing the sense of existence.
Pregnant in October, she gave birth.
At noon the first day, the mother already had obvious pains, and the midwife had invited her home early, and everything was ready, but the third brother refused to come out.
It had been tossing and turning for a day and a night, tossing and turning my mother to exhaustion, and the mother was sweating, as if she had just fished out of the water.
The midwife and the neighbor grandmother who came to help kept muttering: I can't give birth to this again, but I am afraid that the child will be difficult to keep!
The father shouted with a white face: Regardless of the children, only the adults!
But at that time, the level of delivery was not to be able to keep who wanted to protect, who died and who lived, all depended on life!
fortunately! The lives of the mother and the third brother were big enough.
The third brother tossed his mother enough, and then slowly showed his head, and the midwife shouted busily: "Hard, chan her mother, the child's head has come out, use some force!" ”
The mother's consciousness was already blurred, she heard the midwife's cry, tried her best to fight for the last time, and then she was full of seven souls, unconscious, and did not even have time to hear the first cry of the new life.
The midwife was busy cleaning up the children, the neighbors and grandmothers were busy pinching the mother, and the eldest sister and father could not take care of much, and rushed to the mother's side and cried and shouted.
It took a while for the mother to recover a little consciousness from extreme exhaustion and prostration, and after weakly spitting out three words, "I'm fine", she fell into a deep sleep.
At this time, the father could not bear to hold the third brother and choked: In this family, if there is no mother, the sky will fall! (To be continued)