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They showered her afterwards and wheeled her to the maternity ward in a wheelchair.There are five beds in the room, four of which accommodate recently delivered mothers and their babies.She was put in the bed by the window, and was greeted cheerfully by all four mothers, but she immediately turned to face the window.The window had blue and white striped curtains with a small edge peeking out at the bottom.Looking out meant she didn't have to see the four mothers and babies, but she was sure to hear the voices. At first, no one asked her for anything and they all focused on caring for their new baby.

She'd been longing to sleep on her stomach, but it wasn't possible yet, her stomach was still big, even now empty.She could feel her stomach suddenly empty.Her breasts will hurt. They came to see her in about an hour.At first, they asked her to sit up, then stand up, and walk around.It hurts to walk, and she can feel that tight pain from the stitches, or at least, so they say. Next, she's going to talk to the doctor.The doctor advised her to sit, but she decided to stand. The doctor nodded at her and began to review her medical records. Well, Sibylla, it seems all is well. She didn't say a word, and the doctor looked up quickly at her, then went back to the brown file.

tell me what do you think Empty, hollow, exhausted, abandoned. How do you feel? The doctor looked up again. What do you feel? Baby, is it a boy?Is it female? The question troubled the doctor, perhaps because it was he who had originally asked it. It's a baby boy. He looked at the medical records. A little boy, she gave birth to a little boy with dark hair. can i have a look at him He cleared his throat, apparently displeased with her sudden question. oh!I'm afraid not.That's the rule here, not personal.In a case like yours, doing so is the best strategy.You know, taking into account the mother's own interests.

well!Yes, considering her interests, why didn't anyone think of asking her what is best for her?Why do they all know what to do best? The doctor quickly ended their conversation.When she returned to her room, the women in the room welcomed her with smiles.A nurse helped her into bed, and she rolled over, her back to everyone. During visitor time in the afternoon, fathers, relatives, and friends all flooded into the room to admire the babies.The visitors pretended not to see her back.At night, only the mother in the next bed wakes up until dawn. The sense of responsibility to take care of the baby keeps the other mothers from falling asleep. She hears them whispering about their treasures.He kept crying and I think his bowel movements were slow.She always liked the left breast, and already knows what she wants, little lady.look!He seems to be smiling, isn't he cute!

She got out of bed slowly, and if she pushed herself up on one side, she would feel pain even before her feet touched the ground. The corridor outside the door was empty, and she walked past the window to the nurse's station without anyone noticing her.The babies sleep in the next room.She looked at the baby's room, which was empty except for the plastic box on wheels in the middle of the floor.It was a baby basket, the kind you roll babies all the way across the ward to other mothers.Carefully closing the door behind her, she tiptoed into the room, her heart beating wildly. A tiny head.

Small head, dark hair, it was her child, and she trembled all over.She looked intently at the baby basket and saw her baby's identification number written on the note above the baby's head. her son. She covered her mouth with her hands to keep herself from making a sound.He had been a part of her, growing inside her, and now he lay there, alone.She has abandoned her little boy. His body is so small, lying there and sleeping on his side, she can use her palm as his pillow.Gently, with one finger, she stroked the brown hair.He twitched, took a deep breath, and made a small sound like a sob.She leaned over to look at him, her nose pressed to his ear.

It was unbearable, and emotions came rushing through her suddenly. They can't do it, there's no reason to do it.He was her child and they had to kill her to take him from her.She knew very well that she would never betray this child, never abandon him, never leave him alone in a plastic box to cry himself to sleep. Now she is braver.She carefully slid her hands under his small body and lifted him up.She hugged him to her side, hugging him so close, feeling the feeling she should have felt. He is still sleeping.Tears rolled down her cheeks as she smelled the baby.She held the baby in her arms and shook it.Now, she is no longer alone.

The door opened. what are you doing She stayed where she was.She recognized the nurse who had helped her into the doctor's room earlier that day. Sibylla, you must put the baby down.Come!We're going back to the ward now. He is my son. The nurse seemed unsure of what to do, but she held out her hands to pick up the baby.Sybylla turned her back to her. I don't want him to leave me. She felt the nurse's hand on her shoulder, and she shrugged, trying to break free, which woke the baby in her arms.The baby grunted a few times, but she gently stroked the baby's head, and the baby stopped crying.

Hush!Honey, don't cry!Mommy is here. The nurse walked towards the door.Sibylla placed her hand on the back of the baby's head, trying to get a good look at the baby's face, and the baby opened her eyes, small dark blue eyes that squirmed around trying to find something to focus on. After a while, the staff came back, this time four people, one of whom was a man.The man went directly to Sibylla and said to her in a commanding tone: Now put the baby down. He is my baby. The man hesitated for a moment, then pulled out a chair for Sybylla to sit on. sit down, will you? no thank you!Sitting hurts.

One of them walked up to her. Listen up, Sybylla!Behavior like this doesn't fix things, you just make things worse. Worse?How to say? They looked at each other, and one of them left the room. Sibylla, everyone agrees that this baby is going to be adopted and that he will have the best chance, so you don't have to worry. I didn't agree to anything and I wanted to raise him. Sybylla, I know this is hard, and I'm so sorry.You know, there's nothing we can do about it. They surrounded her. Three against one, the fourth might be back soon, and possibly with reinforcements.Everyone was against her, they were all on the side of the opposition, she was alone with them, and only the baby was on her side.

The two of them against the whole world, so what?She will not abandon him. The man pushed the chair away. There are two ways to deal with this situation, you can put him back in the baby basket yourself and leave quietly, otherwise we have to take forceful measures. Her heart was beating so hard they were taking him away again. please!Don't you understand?I'm his mother, you know that, you can't take him away, he's my everything. Tears welled up, her whole body was shaking, and her head was spinning.She closes her eyes.I don't want to get sick anymore, don't get sick anymore. By the time she opened her eyes again, it was too late. The man was about to leave the room with her son in his arms.Two other men in white had just arrived and they grabbed her arms. Her baby was crying, and she heard the sound disappear down the corridor. She never saw her son again.