This is the 3621st real-life story we tell. My name is Zhang Ni, a second-born mother born in the 1990s. I was born in Xianning, Hubei in 1991. My life is almost perfect. I was born in a very harmonious native family. Now I am married to a Swedish husband. He loves me very much.

This is the 3621st real-life story we tell

My name is Zhang Ni, a second-born mother born in the 1990s, born in Xianning, Hubei in 1991.

My life is almost perfect. I was born in a very harmonious native family. Now I am married to a Swedish husband. He loves me very much, not only in words, but also in every aspect of my life. We have been in love for 8 years and have never had a fight.

For the sake of my children, I gave up my career with a monthly income of more than 100,000 yuan. But when I gave birth to my second child, I almost died from hemorrhage, but my husband was "indifferent", but I don't regret marrying him.

(A happy family of four)

I was born in an ordinary working-class family in Xianning and have always lived a happy life.

In 2014, I graduated from a third-level school in Wuhan and came to Shanghai. As a fledgling, I was full of hope for everything here.

I joined a foreign-related real estate agency, which specializes in leasing properties for foreigners in China. It matches my English major very well.

This is a well-known big company in the industry. I am very nervous and looking forward to it. The work assigned to me at the beginning was not very intense. I completed it with all my heart, and my boss fully recognized me.

Later, I was sent out by the company to other cooperative companies to do docking. In other words, I sit at another company's desk and work for my own company.

This makes me feel very frustrated. I always feel like I am relying on others, and it also prevents me from seeing any room for career advancement.

But as a recent graduate, I didn't dare to have any opinions, so I had to keep everything in my heart and accept it silently. The four-hour commute to get off work every day makes me even more depressed.

(I have a gentle personality)

The house leaked and it rained all night. Not only did work kill my passion, my phone was stolen, and the long-distance relationship that I had been dating for two years came to an end.

At this time, the roommate I shared a room with left Shanghai, and I had no choice but to find an older sister to live with.

But not long after, we were squeezed out by the roommates in other rooms and kicked out together. I was obviously the one who was kicked out, but my sister put all the blame on me.

She scolded me and scolded me. I was already in a low mood, and it suddenly got better. I haven't lost my temper in 25 years, but that time, I vented all my emotions.

I was not going well at work, in relationships, and in life. I liked to keep my worries in my heart, so I decided to bravely change. So I applied to the company and returned to the headquarters to do sales.

This decision changed my life. Because here, I met my husband, the man who will be with me all my life.

I am very smart and hard-working, and I opened an order in the first month of sales. I didn't have a car at that time, and the company's car was often not available. I often had to take several hours of subway or bus rides to get to the neighborhoods I wanted to visit. I often saw Pudong from Puxi.

(My husband takes care of the baby every day)

It’s really tiring to back up like this every day. I often close my eyes as soon as my butt touches the seat. I feel so sleepy, so sleepy!

But I don’t feel bitter at all, nor do I have the hopeless feeling I had before. On the contrary, I feel that life is very exciting and full of infinite possibilities. Sales work not only brings me high income, but also gives me great confidence.

Hard work will bear fruit. In just one and a half years, I became an excellent salesperson in the group. During that time, not only did my work go smoothly, but love also came quietly.

One day in July 2016, the master gave me a client, which unexpectedly brought me a wonderful fate.

He is Swedish, blond, tall and handsome. But he looked like an outlier. He wore a red sweatshirt with a pair of brown pants, and a thick and shiny iron necklace on his body, which looked strange.

But who would have thought that I would end up with such a weirdo and give birth to two mixed-race children.

The weather was not good that day, and it started to rain lightly when we were halfway there. We braved the rain and rushed into a cafe. While waiting for the rain, we chatted for a while. In retrospect, it was quite romantic.

(My Swedish husband and I)

He is very nice and he settled on the house after looking at it for one day, unlike some foreigners who like to be picky.

The house is settled, and this matter seems to have just passed. Until the Mid-Autumn Festival, I received a message from him: "Do you want to have dinner together?" This is how the story begins.

We chatted for a long time during that meal. Although he and I were of different nationalities and cultures, it did not affect our common topics and views on life.

Since then, we have contacted more and more frequently, and our relationship has become closer, and finally we became lovers.

The first Christmas we fell in love, I prepared a gift for him: an orange and a neckband. It was just in time for him to return to China, so it was a bit regretful that we couldn't spend the holidays together.

Unexpectedly, when he came to the hotel to video chat with me, he neatly placed the orange and the collar on the chair and told them to rest as well, as if I was accompanying him. I'm so cute by him.

When he came back, he brought me a pair of super warm snow boots, which became our love token.

(brother and sister)

After we got together, I moved from a 500 yuan rental house to his 25,000 yuan high-end apartment.

From the first day I moved in, I began to enjoy his pampering. He would wake me up every morning with my favorite Chinese food and a "morning kiss".

It feels so good to be in love! Days like this became normal life in the future, and he still maintained this habit many years after his marriage.

Behind it, whether it’s Valentine’s Day or birthday, even if I place an order at work, he will pay attention to it and buy me a bouquet of flowers to express his congratulations.

For two people with very stable emotions, no matter what conflicts arise, we have never been hysterical, and we can only have a cold war for a short while.

As for why I never lose my temper, it is because my native family is very warm and I have never seen family quarrels. This is also something that makes me feel very lucky.

My parents have loved me since I was a child, but when they found out that my boyfriend was Swedish, they firmly disagreed.

"It's too far, it's really too far." Mom couldn't help but repeat it over and over again. I know they are afraid that I will marry far away and have no one to support me if I am wronged outside.

On one side, I have my parents who are dear to me, and on the other side, I have my boyfriend who dotes on me. It’s really hard for me to choose.

(Let’s toast under the sunset)

Once I went back to my hometown, everyone came to persuade me. I couldn’t stand the pressure and burst into tears. My parents stopped talking when they saw me like this, but I could still see opposition from their attitudes.

At this time, my aunt, who had been living in Shanghai, made a meritorious service.

She took the lead in launching an "attack" on my future husband and invited us to her home for dinner. My boyfriend is tall, thin, fair, gentle, and polite. Who wouldn’t love such a junior?

After getting along with him, my aunt slapped her thigh and said, "I think it's OK!"

With these words from my aunt, I seemed to have received reassurance. As long as one member of the family changes the direction of the trend, they will soon "rebel" collectively.

Later, my aunt kept praising him in front of her mother, saying that the child looked good, had good conditions, and had good character. It would be a pity not to catch him.

Auntie’s words of “not bad” changed my mother’s view of her boyfriend.

In the summer of 2017, I took my boyfriend back to my hometown. After getting along slowly, my mother saw the good qualities in him and recognized this foreign son-in-law.

(The big father holds his little daughter)

Now my mother often says to me: "Looking at you like this, how can you have such a good husband? He is so good to you and the children... "

Her parents, like most Western parents, had no objection to our love. With the support of both parents, we started talking about marriage.

One day in 2018, I returned to the room and saw a diamond ring on the pillow, while he stood aside as if nothing had happened.

"Are you proposing now?" I asked with a smile.

He smiled: “Yes."

With these two sentences, we decided to get married. My boyfriend respected our customs and gave us a gift of 100,000 yuan, bought a diamond ring, and everything we should have.

In the second year of our marriage, I left my original company and started Start my own business.

I have accumulated a lot of customer resources, and I can almost do it alone. In the most intense month, I made hundreds of thousands of orders.

(Our wedding photos, the scenery was really beautiful at that time)

It was just when my career was on the rise. During this period, I found out that I was pregnant and could not run around running orders. For the sake of the child in my belly, I gave up my just-started career and handed over my clients to others.

But I never regretted it because I was behind me. This man is really reliable. He paid when he needed to and made efforts when he needed to.

From the pregnancy to the birth of the baby, the whole process was very smooth. I didn't even feel any pain.

The baby was born. Later, my husband became a super daddy, proficient in feeding, changing diapers, burping, and putting her to sleep. Even the storage was not neglected. The clothes in the closet were neatly arranged and the quilts were folded like tofu. Like.

As for me, I just need to take good care of my body, and I feel happy every minute.

When Dabao was 1 year old, my husband’s job was transferred and we came to Nanjing. Now the resources at my hand were completely useless. But I didn’t feel anxious at all, because my husband gave me enough sense of security.

(Dabao’s photo, smiling happily)

But soon, we faced a test.

When the second baby was 5 weeks pregnant, I I developed bleeding symptoms and went to the hospital for a check-up. I found out that the fertilized egg had grown on the scar from the caesarean section. The doctor said that the baby could not be kept alive. If the scar grows up and the scar cracks, my life will be in danger.

My heart skipped a beat, this. We had been trying to conceive for half a year, and it was not easy to get pregnant! I was unwilling to go to several hospitals, but all the doctors told me to remove the baby immediately.

The bleeding did not stop. I was very scared, afraid of myself. My body couldn't bear it, and I was even more afraid that the child would just die with the blood.

I didn't do what the doctor said. I wanted to bet that my situation was not that bad, and that the child was strong. Although my husband was very worried, But she silently supported my decision and took over all the work.

(Husband and Dabao, the husband looked doting on the child)

Every time I went for a prenatal check-up, I was afraid that the child would not have a fetal heartbeat. To my surprise, the child was very weak. Tenacious.

After two months of panic, I heard that there was an expert in Wuhan who was very good at this. He had dealt with many similar problems in the documentary "Shengmen". So, I immediately bought a ticket and ran to Wuhan to find him.

The doctor told me that fortunately, the placenta fell on the back wall and was no longer at the scar. Very good! I almost jumped with excitement, my child was finally saved.

But throughout my pregnancy, I was always suffering from morning sickness and insomnia. I couldn’t eat well and couldn’t sleep well. Because the placenta was in a low position, I felt uncomfortable no matter what I did. At this time, my husband's thoughtfulness cannot make up for my physical and mental exhaustion.

At 30 weeks, the accident happened again. I started bleeding again, and I panicked. My husband happened to be on his way back from a business trip at that time. When he came back, he drove at a speed of 120 kilometers per hour and sent me to the hospital. I cried and bled all the way.

(Daily photo of my husband and I)

It was only after I went to the hospital for a check-up that I learned that I had placental abruption and that I had to prepare for a cesarean section immediately. I was given anesthesia during the operation and my consciousness was very blurred. It may be due to excessive blood loss. I had already lost 1,000 ml of blood at that time.

The operation lasted for more than four hours. The baby only weighed three pounds. After coming out, he was sent to the neonatal department. I was so confused that I didn't know what happened.

After I returned to the ward, someone came over to press my stomach. I was unconscious, but it was so painful that I couldn't help but scream.I felt like the medical staff were constantly running around me, shouting: "She's bleeding too much!"

Later, a doctor ran in and said to me: "You're bleeding too much, and you need an interventional surgery immediately." If it doesn't stop, the uterus will be removed. "

I'm still so young and can't remove the uterus! So, the doctor quickly helped arrange the surgery.

This interventional surgery involves making a small hole at the root of the thigh, and then inserting an instrument through the hole to find the bleeding point of the uterine artery, thereby helping the uterine artery to stop bleeding.

(When I was hospitalized after giving birth, I had just experienced life and death)

During the operation, more than 3,800 ml of blood was changed, and almost all the blood in my body was changed. The doctor kept saying in my ear: Don't fall asleep, don't fall asleep...

When I came out, I saw my husband's whole body seemed to have been hollowed out, standing there stupidly, not knowing what to do. measures.

I found out later that because of the language barrier, he asked the doctor, but the doctor couldn't explain it to him. At that time, he was bombarded with phone calls and text messages from my mother and sister. During the operation for several hours, he kept being questioned and his whole body felt bad.

He had no idea what was going on. Even when he was asked to sign the serious illness notice, he looked confused.

I vaguely remember that when he saw me, he rushed over, held my hand tightly, and said tremblingly: "It's too sudden, everything is too sudden... It's safe now, it's finally safe..."

When he came, so did my sense of security. In the end, the operation was successful, mother and daughter were safe, and both of us saved our lives.

(The picture on the left is the appearance of the second baby when he was just born. He looks better when he grows up)

During the hospitalization, he stayed with me. Generally, mothers will be a little depressed and anxious, but I almost didn't because I was well cared for.

After this disaster, I rested for a long time, and my husband began to live a one-on-one life.

Nowadays, he gets up at 5:30 every day to make breakfast, then wakes up Dabao to wash up, sends him to school, and then goes to work. As for me, Erbao and I slept until she woke up naturally, and then started taking her around to play.

As long as he is at home, the two children will be left to him. He said: It doesn’t matter whether you want to work or stay at home, as long as you are happy.

My life now is simple, happy and beautiful.

I have read this sentence: "When I was a child, happiness was a simple thing. When I grow up, simplicity is a happy thing."

(Baby's birthday party, we are really happy)

I think I realized it . I am grateful to have met him in this life, who has given me happiness and everything.

If a woman can manage her marriage well and take good care of her children, it is not a success. The future is still long, let’s move forward and cherish it.

[Oral: Zhang Ni]

[Editor: Yi Huier]

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