After one week, I am discharged from the hospital.
During the hospital stay, I pick out a name for my daughter:
Penelope.
It means love that never dies.
But I guess I'm the only one who knows why I give her that name.
Penelope has yet to be discharged from the hospital, but now she can take her bottle herself. That's something!
The doctor gives her a checkup and tells me that if it goes well, Penelope will be transferred to the general ward in two days.
Since I can't see Penelope except in visiting hours, my mother and I go back to our hometown together.
On Monday afternoon, we rush over to see her.
Three days later, Penelope is transferred to the general ward. And I stay in the hospital so that I can take good care of her.
Seeing her increasingly round chubby cheeks, I feel extremely happy.
But my mother really worries about me.
"Jane, you've lost a lot of weight."
I know I'm thinner than I was during pregnancy.
After just having given birth to Penelope, I decide to take care of Penelope myself even without being confined in a month. My mother wouldn't let me. If not for my tears and pleas, I wouldn't have been allowed to stay by her side.
But I’m barely holding on.
When I look in the mirror, I'm even afraid to look at myself. I'm afraid that it might make me feel painful to see how skinny I am.
But I must hold on. If I fall apart, what will happen to Penelope?
My mother finally manages to persuade me to rest in the bed next to Penelope's after I've taken care of her for a whole day. For me, the happiest thing to do every day is to look at Penelope.
After half a month, Penelope has gained from 1.6 kilograms to 2 kilograms.
With the advice of the doctor in mind, I carefully bring Penelope home.
Penelope gets better day by day. It requires a lot of money to raise a child.
But I have no money.
So, all I can do is to get a job.
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