197965438+1October 27th, I was born in an ordinary family in Guangping County, Hebei Province. My father is a teacher in Guangping County Central School, Hebei Province, and my mother Liu Jinmei is a rural woman. They named me "Ruihong", hoping that I would bring red auspiciousness to this family, but I didn't know that my birth cast a shadow on this family.
My memory begins with a terrible pain in the winter when I was 3 years old.
I was squatting in the yard playing that day when my mother came to help me get up and go home for dinner. But at the moment I pulled my arm, I heard a muffled sound coming from the bone. At that time, I only felt that my mother's left arm had fallen. My palms are suddenly cold and cold, and every finger feels numb and swollen. Then a sharp pain hit, and my whole body trembled involuntarily. My pale face frightened my mother. My mother came to her senses, picked me up like crazy and ran to the county hospital.
The results of the examination surprised my mother: my left arm was broken!
The doctor stretched out my hanging arm, bent and stretched out again. The severe pain made me dizzy until I vomited all the food in my stomach. When the doctor fixed the splint for me, I cried myself hoarse and collapsed in my mother's arms. Mother felt very guilty and complained that she was used to farm work, and her hands were thick and her strength was great, which made such a small child suffer a great deal.
This is the first fracture in my memory, and my mother and family regard it as an accident.
A month later, my mother took me to the hospital to remove the splint when the bone was just right, but I was afraid that the doctor in the white coat would not sit in the chair in the medical room. My mother could only lift my leg hard, but at this moment, there was another muffled sound! I screamed "wow" and my left thigh bone was broken on the spot!
"What is this?" Mom suddenly panicked. The doctor who witnessed all this frowned: "Take the child to a big hospital for examination. It seems that her problem is not as simple as a fracture. "
My mother took me to Shijiazhuang People's Hospital overnight. The doctor took a film of me and finally diagnosed it as "congenital collagen synthesis disorder". This is a rare disease caused by genetic variation, also known as brittle bone disease. The prevalence rate is only one in ten thousand to one in fifteen thousand, and the life span will generally not exceed 12 years. The doctor's diagnosis stunned mother.
This fracture operation has become an indelible tremor in my heart.
I was fixed on the cold operating table in the hospital, and a big machine was pressed above me. I feel many hands tugging at my leg. Pain and fear filled my heart. I struggled with all the strength of a child. The whole hospital can hear my scream: "pain-mom-pain!" "
The thigh that was originally folded into two pieces was actually broken into three pieces in the hands of a group of doctors! The doctor explained helplessly: "The child's brittle bone disease is very serious. If you follow the normal orthopedic surgery, it is easy to connect this bone with another joint and cause another fracture. With the current medical level and conditions, this phenomenon is hard to avoid. "
The doctor was afraid to operate rashly, so he had to give up.
When my father heard about my situation, he hugged me and said, "We will find a way to change hospitals." But I went to three hospitals in a row, and the doctors refused to set my bones. My father was unwilling and wanted to change hospitals again, but his mother stopped him. She said calmly, "Don't go anywhere. Let's go home. I'll set my daughter's bones myself!" "
Hearing this, the father immediately objected, "Are you crazy? Do you think that bone setting is as simple as farming? "
The mother burst into tears: "I'm not crazy. The child will often break bones in the future. It is impossible to hold her everywhere and ask the hospital to accept her. She can't stand such a toss. " The child is my flesh and blood, and I know the weight. "
That night, my mother carried me to the woodshed and rummaged through some long bamboo boards in the woodpile. "Try this. I think the splint that the doctor hit last time was like this. " Mother tore an old dress into long strips, then spread a piece of cotton cloth and put me gently on the bed.
I was a little scared and clung to my mother's clothes. "Honger, don't be afraid, let mom have a look first." My mother's gentle tone made me let go. She slowly lifted my left leg with the palm of her hand, but even if it was light, I would scream if her hand shook a little. My mother held her breath, tried to control her trembling hands, and wrapped my left leg with cotton cloth in an extremely slow motion.
Mother was sweating profusely, but only completed the first step of bone setting. What should we do next? Mother tried to calm herself down, carefully recalled the doctor's operation, and then arranged the bamboo board around the cotton cloth along my leg, and then wrapped it in another cotton cloth.
"Mom, be gentle ..." I pleaded. Mom can only slow down, slow down, and then slow down.
After all this, my mother collapsed weakly on the bed, and sweat and tears trickled down her cheeks to the ground.
The next morning, my mother called the doctor in the village. The doctor looked at my leg, shook his head and said, "how can this be done?" The child's leg was not disinfected, there was no sterile environment during the operation, and the broken bone was in the wrong position. If not handled properly, it may compress blood vessels or nerves, leading to death. " After listening to the doctor's words, mother's face suddenly turned pale. She asked the doctor for help to fix it again, but the doctor refused for the same reason: "I can't bear the responsibility for breaking it again when I set the bone."
After the doctor left, my mother sat in front of the bed thinking hard about how to solve these problems that the doctor said. What should I do if I am really infected?
After a long time, my mother suddenly realized something and decided to reattach my bone.
Mother cut several long bamboo boards into pieces with a kitchen knife, then smoothed the edges and corners with a knife, found old clothes and carefully cut them into strips of equal width. Then, the mother washed the bamboo board and cloth strips separately, and then put them on the steamer for fumigation and drying. Taking advantage of the air gap, she began to clean the house and scrubbed it over and over again, making it spotless. It turns out that my mother just wants to use her simple thinking to build a "sterile operating room"!
In my eyes, such an operating room is not advanced, but it makes me no longer afraid.
Standing in front of the "operating bed", my mother found a pair of scissors, roasted them on the fire for a while, wiped them with alcohol again, and then carefully untied the layers of cotton cloth wrapped around my left leg. I saw my mother's frown when my legs were exposed. Sure enough, the fracture has festered and there is an infection!
My mother quickly called me a basin of salty boiled water to scrub, and then disinfected my legs with alcohol. When alcohol stimulated the festering wound, I couldn't help grinning and moaning, and my mother kept blowing on me.
Mother doesn't understand bonesetting. She can only straighten my legs according to her own understanding. My leg hurts badly when I touch it. My mother talked to me while cooking for me, distracting me: "Honghong, guess how many cubs the yellow dog next door gave birth to?" During the chat, my pain seems to have eased a lot.
Next is a long day, waiting for the leg bone to heal. A month later, the swelling and pain in my leg really gradually disappeared.
On this day, my mother decided to remove the splint for me. When I picked up the scissors, my mother's heart was in my throat, because she had no idea whether my leg had really healed under the splint.
When the tampon and splint were untied layer by layer, revealing the whiter thigh than before the fracture, my mother's eyes lit up and excitedly said to me, "Red, it worked!" " Not afraid, not afraid in the future! Mom can give you a bone! "