The weather in Shanghai has recently started to go into a frenzy, changing from spring to summer and then jumping back to winter. Suddenly I am a bit overwhelmed. Isn’t this supposed to be a spring-like April? Like every mother’s expectation during her first pregnancy: my little angel will be smart, beautiful and healthy. But once that dream is shattered, can you accept even the slightest possibility that he might not be so perfect? More than a decade ago, a pregnant woman asked me if it mattered if she had an X-ray during her early pregnancy and took some antibiotics, and I said it was okay. As a result, it took ten years for her to finally conceive again, and she is already a 41-year-old senior mother-to-be, and although she faces more problems this time, she has learned not to dwell on it. Sometimes a child comes but we really aren’t ready for it yet, not knowing that the best time is when he finally comes, just him and not just any child. It takes courage to treat unknown dangers with suspicion, and even more courage to choose in the face of known risks. There is a family of three living a comfortable life with a spoiled son and a dad who is hardly passionate about crossing the plateau of his career. Mom decided to have another baby just to be a companion for her son. High risk for Down’s screening, an amniocentesis was done and the results came back not with the long feared Down’s but with another, less common chromosomal abnormality. She was faced with two choices: to induce labor or to raise a girl with a low IQ and a birth disorder. Touching her June baby, who already had lively fetal movements, she chose to stay, and since the baby was not perfect, she relearned to be a perfect mother. After the birth of his cute sister, his brother started to become understanding, giving up everything to his sister and behaving like a little man. Dad, on the other hand, suddenly regained the motivation to find the direction of his career. The imperfect baby changes the family’s life in a way that was never envisioned. Grateful for the gift of not just a new life, but countless new beginnings. One day a tricky patient came in, the mother of a 27-week pregnant IVF baby, with chest tightness and shortness of breath. She was sent to the hospital for examination and found to have very high blood pressure, rapid heart rate and blue fingers, a patient with severe pre-eclampsia with early heart failure. Such a critically ill patient needs to have her pregnancy terminated as soon as possible after controlling her condition, otherwise her life could be in danger at any time. After the initial treatment, the symptoms of heart failure were quickly controlled. Talking with the child’s father, we made two preparations: to actively control the mother’s condition while promoting the maturation of the fetus for the end of the course before performing a cesarean section; and to operate at any time if the mother’s condition deteriorated. The father asked if he could guarantee that the baby would not develop cerebral palsy. No! He offered to give up on saving the fetus. But pre-eclampsia is a disease that is prone to re-occurrence, and the risk of subsequent pregnancies is undoubtedly higher as the age rises. If he chose to give up, a cesarean section would have to be performed immediately. Repeatedly talking and re-communicating, we knew that we would be responsible for delaying the surgery should the mother’s condition change suddenly, but no one was willing to give up so easily. Although 27 weeks is still routinely referred to as an aborted baby, recent medical advances have made successful resuscitation possible. And while cerebral palsy, congenital and intrauterine infections account for the vast majority of factors, no one can really give a guarantee. Fortunately, the mother’s persistence finally allowed the baby to gain precious time, and the following afternoon, the baby was born. The next afternoon, the baby was born. It was better than expected, and although the birth weight was just over 700 grams, the sound of crying announced her safe arrival. We greeted the baby through the transfer case: “Hey, little thing, be strong and try very hard to live! The baby probably heard everyone’s encouragement, and was indeed very competitive, and grew up vividly. The mother, on the other hand, had a perinatal cardiomyopathy complication shortly after giving birth, and she has no chance of getting pregnant again. I think there will be countless times in the future when the mother looks back on that torturous moment with her baby in her arms and sighs, “Finally, I waited for you, I’m glad I didn’t give up. I once studied at a fetal medicine center in the United States, where I had to attend multidisciplinary consultation sessions every day, listening to a group of specialists analyze the future of each abnormal fetus to the family. In addition to the medical specialists, there were social workers who assessed the financial and time commitment and the possible help available. The presiding maternal-fetal medicine specialist has a moving voice, sometimes offering patients and families effective and viable treatment options, and sometimes regrettably illustrating the powerlessness of medicine. When he talks about the birth of a child he asks the whole family to come together, hold him, let him feel the warmth of the world and then leave with contentment. When he said that the length of life is different for everyone, and that some lives are short, but it is a life, I always had to lift my face to keep people from noticing my overflowing tears. The home page of this hospital proudly states that we have given employment to more than 50 people with disabilities. So every day, when I see a smiling waiter in the dining room waiting for you to pick up a plate and rush up to wipe the table, or a newspaper carrier in a wheelchair like Stephen Hawking who will voluntarily block the elevator door to let you pass first, I feel that they are no different from myself, and I feel really happy in life. I know the pressure of raising an imperfect child in an already difficult life, and I know that society is not ready to accept this pressure with tolerance and a perfect system. But this year I met a mother who had two children with cerebral palsy coming in for her third child. In the face of me, who almost burst into tears when I read the medical history, she gently said that her children were well behaved and of course she wanted to bring them up herself. So we are still not lacking in deep love, still not lacking in hope. If possible, please leave the babies who have no evidence of damage already done; if possible, please leave the babies who have a chance of correction; if possible 。。。。。。 Because they, are so eager to live deeply in this thin world. This afternoon walking in the streets of the fluttering sycamore fly, allergies again caused my throat to tighten, snotty. When I think about how my mother threw up for nine months when she was pregnant with me all those years ago, how she only weighed 70 pounds when she went into labor, and how she rolled down the stairs twice and bled, thank you for never giving up on me. It’s good to be alive!