Snare of Love

Chapter 521 Woman and Man are Different

Dolores Flores didn’t think that this woman would say such intimate things in the public.

She was a bit embarrassed, and didn’t know on how to reply her.

Seeing Dolores blushing and uneasy, the woman smiled, "We are both married, so we are in the same

situation. There is nothing to be embarrassed about, don't you think?"

Dolores smiled, and didn’t say anything.

However, this woman didn't mean to stop, "You are young, and definitely don't know the things inside."

The woman leaned over again, and even the ‘trainee doctor’ behind Dolores Flores lowered his body,

trying to understand how much childbirth affected woman.

Before, he had never thought of this question, and thought it was a natural matter, pregnancy and

childbirth.

The book he bought before only talked about the stages of pregnancy, and did not say what damage

childbirth would cause to a woman’s body.

"Let me tell you about a friend of mine. When she gave birth to her son, her son was too big. She said

that when she was giving birth, the cut on the side was very deep, and there was no anesthesia during

stitching. I didn't experience it, and just listening to it makes me terrified." When the woman said this, it

was like she experiencing the pain; her face was tensed.

Dolores had given birth before, and had heard that this method would be used if the child was too big.

However, she had not used this method.

At that time, her condition was not very well. She didn’t know if it was because the nutrition wasn’t kept

up, as the two kids were very small.

"You think about it. That place on woman is just that big, and it’s forcibly stretched out. Even if it

recovers afterwards, it’s impossible for it to return to its original state. I advise you to have a Caesarean

section too. For your husband, you have to do Caesarean section.” The woman looked knowledgeable,

and was adamant.

Dolores just smiled politely. Although the topic was too much, her heart was not that bad to switch

topics.

"Say something; I’m serious about it. Women and men are different. Men don’t need to give birth. To

put it negatively, their part wouldn’t change. We are different. It would sag after the couple has been

together for a long time, plus giving birth. Oh. I think women are too miserable. It would be fine to meet

a man with conscience. If they don’t have conscience, risk your life to give birth to a child, and he will

still want to divorce with you.” The woman seemed to be lamented, and very insecure, but Dolores

Flores understood that women were always sensitive during pregnancy.

It was probably that her husband is very busy, and didn’t care enough about her, so she would have Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

such extreme emotions.

“Don’t think too much.” Dolores comforted.

The woman saw that Dolores seemed to not care, and didn’t understand, “Do you really not care about

it. After you lose everything will you then understand. I have way too many examples around me. Just

about the friend of mine I told you a while ago, the one who gave birth using side cut. She and her

husband are now getting divorced.”

Dolores glanced at the woman, and didn’t talk. Perhaps, the negativity around her affected her too

much, making her to have such thoughts.

Dolores sighed deeply. She thought that if a man loved a woman, even if there were changes, then he

would probably understand, as she had given birth to his child.

To apply this woman’s words, when a woman met a man with no conscience, no matter how hard she

tried to maintain, he would change his heart.

She was supposedly to be in a good mood, and was trying to maintain it. After hearing this woman’s

words, she became sad.

It was not because she’s afraid that she had a child and her body would change, or whether he would

dislike her or not, but because life’s not easy for woman. If she met a nice man and suffered a little, as

long as he understood and love her, then it’s worth it. Otherwise, she would only suffer.

She patted the woman's hand and comfortingly said, "During pregnancy, it's better to maintain a happy

mood so that it would benefit you and the fetus."

Thinking about before, she had heard an old master said that when a woman entered the labor room,

she had to look back at her shoes, and wondered if she could wear them alive.

The medical conditions were really bad before; now, it was better. There were much fewer maternal

deaths, and fewer babies were born with stupidity disabilities.

She felt that maternal love was natural. Once a woman became pregnant, she would love the child in

her womb. No matter whether she loved the man who made her pregnant or not, she would certainly

love that child.

It’s just like the old saying; a child was a piece of flesh dropped from the mother. They were once

connected by flesh and blood, and were closest of relatives.

At this time, the woman was called. She took a pile of checklists and stood up holding her stomach.

She looked back at Dolores, "Thank you; I will maintain a happy mood."

Dolores smiled back at her, and looked at the woman walking alone to the blood test area. She

understood why she was so worried about suffering from gains and losses.

Probably it was because it was hard for a person to be pregnant, so they tended to imagine things.

She lowered her head and looked at her belly. It was already bulging now, and there were some fetal

movements. Even though the scale was small, she could feel it. The look in her eyes became soft and

tender. She was thinking deep inside, and didn’t know if the father missed the child.

‘Where is he right now; what’s he doing.’

‘Could he forget about me and the child?’

Suddenly, she let out a laugh; she felt that she had been led off by the woman, and had become more

sensitive.

She fell deep in her thoughts, and didn’t notice the ‘trainee doctor’ behind her looking at her belly.

He resisted not to rush forward to cover her hand, and together gently touched the child in her belly.

After a while, Dolores was called. She stood up with one hand on the armrest of the chair. Her

pregnancy was still not that old, so it didn’t take much strength.

She went to the blood test area, sat on the tall chair, and stretched out her arm. Her skin was white, so

it was easier to find the veins. However, the blood extracted would be from the arm, so they had to use

a tourniquet tied on her arm in order for the blood veins to be seen. Alcohol was rubbed on her arm.

The doctor picked up the syringe, preparing to penetrate her skin.

The ‘trainee doctor’ standing behind her was afraid that she might be hurt. He went up to see her face;

there was no expression on her face at all, but he noticed that her arm on the side was clenching into a

fist. Understandably, she was nervous at the moment.

He didn’t think at all, and went on to grab her hand. He wanted to be by her side when she was facing

pain in order to give her a slight comfort.