There are three major tragedies in life: the loss of a father in a teenager, the loss of a wife in middle age, and the loss of a son in old age.
When I was 60 years old, on September 26 of the lunar calendar 24 years ago, I lost my second queen, Dong'e.
Wang Dong'e, teacher at South Street Primary School in Salt Lake District; lover Jia Zhengming, orthopedic surgeon at Salt Lake District Hospital. It is said that an orthopedic surgeon should not let his lover die because of "heavy bleeding", but the accident happened to this insider's lover, sadly and sadly!
The main reason for the tragedy is the obstetrics and gynecology doctors in the hospital, but it is not unrelated to the fact that their little two mouths evaded the fine for the second child and hid in the Salt Lake Hospital to give birth, and I, the old man who acquiesced to their behavior, could not escape responsibility.
It was the early morning of September 26, 1997, when I suddenly received a call from Xiao Jia saying that "Xiao'e is in danger", and I rushed to Salt Lake Hospital with my wife. It's too late. Xiao'e's face had become a blank piece of paper, and the blood could not be injected, and she opened her mouth to speak, but she could not say a word. It was all too late. Finally shed the last drop of blood, leaving us and her little daughter Jia Jing and her newborn doll (later named Jia Liang) to another world.
I regret it too much! They should not be acquiesced to having a second child, they should not be left in the hospital... Although she gave birth to a son to the Jia family, she did not even have the opportunity to see what her son looked like, and left this world forever, going to another extremely dark and cold "paradise".
Dong'e loves her daughter very much. She is a people's teacher who knows how to educate her children. In order to raise her daughter to adulthood, she let the little life in her belly enjoy music every day as early as during her pregnancy. She said that according to experts, allowing the fetus to listen to music every day can increase the child's artistic cells.
After the maternity leave, she had to go to work, but she couldn't rest assured of the child, so she put her Jia Jing in our home and let her mother take care of her. What about her? Just running between our home and school. Fortunately, my home is not far from the school, and I do not delay my daughter's breastfeeding or teaching work.
That year, for the sake of her daughter, she lost a lot of weight, and her eyes also sank into a nest. I saw the heartache and discussed hiring a babysitter for her, but she said, "I don't feel at ease to let someone else take Jingjing"; after a year and a half, Jingjing needed to be weaned, and she was only willing to give Jingjing to her mother and me. We were also conscientious, especially at night, when we slept, there were always a few things on the bedside stool: milk powder, dishes, cold boiling water, hot warm bottles. As soon as Jingjing cried, my wife picked her up and coaxed her, and I immediately got up and poured milk powder with boiling water, and then used cold boiled water to adjust it to the right temperature, and then began to feed until she fell asleep. At the end of the night, you have to toss it two or three times, although sometimes you catch a cold, but your heart is also happy.
Jingjing loves to listen to the teacher's storytelling, and Xiao'e will sleep in the bed every night to tell stories to Jingjing until she falls asleep. In the long run, listening to stories and sleeping became Jingjing's habit, and it was still the same until she left. Even when she went to another world, she often gave her mom a dream and asked us to help her take care of her two children. Especially in the year when Jingjing was admitted to college, she often asked her mother in her dreams: Did Jingjing go to college? How many grades is Liang Liang in now? The yin and yang separation is really torturous, how many nights her mother has woken up crying in her dreams!
Dong'e is still a filial piety. One day, in the middle of the night, I came down from the stairs, and somehow, my right hand pressed on a scorpion, and it made my eyes burst into tears. At that time, she was only 12 years old and thin. I don't know where she came from with such a lot of strength, and immediately took me to the emergency room of the county hospital with a gust of wind on my bicycle. Once again, her mother was sick, and she waited by her side day and night. Her mother needed a blood transfusion, so she immediately asked the doctor to draw her blood, and she said, "I'm her daughter, I'm sure it's okay!" In 1979 I was paralyzed at home and the doctor suggested that "frequent massage is needed." At that time, she was still a student, and as soon as she got home, she came to my side, learned the way the doctor massaged me, and pressed me around. Although it was not as good as the doctors did, it also played a big role in my recovery.
The passing of Dong'e made me and her mother taste the taste of white-haired people sending black-haired people, until now, when I think of the scene of her struggling in the hospital bed, my heart is dripping blood, my chest hurts, and I often wake up crying in my dreams. However, the only fortunate thing is that her daughter Jia Jing and son Jia Liang are adults and have a good body, which is also a comfort to her mother.
Dong'e, you have been going to another world for twenty-four years. Yesterday was the anniversary of your milk. We also place your image on the table to worship and wish you a better life in another world. At the same time, I can also tell you that the child's father and new mother are also very good to her (him), they (he) are also living well, you can rest assured, unfortunate child!
Author: Wang Zhiying
Editor-in-charge: Zhang Guoping
Filing number: Yuncheng Netinfo A00236