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"After an hour, I have to wake up crying and continue to feed him. Sometimes I worry that he will be strangled to death!"
"Ah?" Yang Ruoqing opened her eyes in surprise.
This is the first time she has heard of such a method of feeding a baby. Isn't that just cramming?
"It's hard to digest if you eat too much. He is only such a big man after all..." Yang Ruoqing said.
Yang Huamei said: "I understand too, but other coaxing methods won't work. Feeding is the only one that works."
"Besides, the soundproofing of that mud house is not very good. I'm afraid that if he cries for a long time, it will wake up Dabai in the next room, which will be even more troublesome." Yang Huamei said.
"Is there something wrong with Xiao Hei's body?" Yang Ruoqing asked guessingly.
Yang Huamei shook his head: "At first we thought about this, but it was not the case."
"I'm afraid that I got frightened somewhere and lost my soul. I even tried to summon the soul, but it didn't work."
"Later, the aunts and aunts in the village said that Xiaohei was afraid that he had not drank my milk since he was a child, so the child was not stable. It would be better to wait until he is older," Yang Huamei said.
Mrs. Sun said: "How about that? Back then we advised you to endure the pain and let the two children drink your milk."
"If the child misbehaves, put him in your arms and pick his breasts, and everything will be fine."
"The daughter-in-law of our farmer's family can breastfeed her child at the entrance of the village, in the corner of the courtyard, on the edge of the field, and even while standing."
"Adults don't have to work hard, and children are comfortable too. How great!" Mrs. Sun said.
Yang Huamei looked remorseful, "I do regret it now, Qing'er, when you give birth to the child, no matter how painful it is, you must insist on breastfeeding the child by yourself."
"Look at your aunt, eight months, I feel like eight years have passed!"
Hearing Yang Huamei's joking words, Yang Ruoqing laughed again.
After feeling ridiculous, I thought about it carefully, but I felt that what Yang Huamei and Sun said made sense.
Originally, I saw that the two twins could grow so cute and strong without drinking breast milk.
Yang Ruoqing also thought about letting her children drink goat's milk in the future. Mianmian grew up drinking goat's milk. Now she is almost three years old, smart and beautiful.
Let your children drink goat's milk so that your vagina won't sag, right?
But now, after hearing this, I witnessed it all with my own eyes.
Yang Ruoqing was shaken.
Pregnancy and childbirth are the functions God gave to women when they created them.
When a woman becomes a mother, she cannot keep her breasts high at the expense of her children.
Breastfeeding, on the one hand, can provide the child with various nutrients needed for growth and keep the child healthy.
On the other hand, it is also a way to promote the relationship between mother and child.
The child lay in her mother's arms, holding the breast in her mouth, stroking her mother's warm skin with her little hands, and staring at her mother.
In this way, day by day, night by night, the feeling of safety will be implanted in the child's heart.
Let him feel solid, warm and confident when he first comes to this world.
It is beneficial to his life-long growth and personality shaping.
Therefore, Yang Ruoqing decided to insist on breastfeeding her child no matter what!
"Meier, come and see, Xiao Hei's thing has appeared again, what should we do?"
Over there, Mother Shuanzi, who was coaxing Xiao Hei, suddenly let out an exclamation.
Yang Huamei was stunned for a moment, thought of something, then handed the egg bowl to Mrs. Sun beside her, got up and ran over there.
Yang Ruoqing also followed with Dabai in her arms.
Mother Shuanzi had already placed Xiao Hei on the rocking chair and lifted up Xiao Hei's shirt, exposing his little toad belly.
There was a bright red thing bulging out from the navel.
Yang Ruoqing was shocked when she saw that thing at first glance and said it was a bit dirty.
I thought it was Xiao Hei’s ***!
"What is this?" she asked quickly: "Does it look like a water chestnut? The little black belly button is covered!"
Hearing Yang Ruoqing's question, Yang Huamei said at a loss: "This big thing is Xiao Hei's belly button!"
"Ah?" Yang Ruoqing was even more shocked, and Mrs. Sun next to her also had a surprised look on her face.
"Why is this happening?" Mrs. Sun asked in surprise.
Yang Huamei said: "Xiao Hei is like this. When he gets angry, he cries."
"The more I cried, the more annoyed I became, and my belly button felt like it had been blown out."
Mrs. Sun said: "That depends on the doctor..."
Yang Huamei said: "I saw it, and I went to Yihechun in the town to see it. The doctors all said what this was... Oops, I can't even call you."
"In short, there is no right medicine. The only thing I can do is to coax him as much as possible to calm his anger."
"When it gets older, it will get better gradually."
Yang Huamei didn't have time to explain too much to Mrs. Sun, because as she spoke, Xiao Hei's anger level was still rising.
The 'water chestnuts' grew longer at a speed visible to the naked eye, which made one's scalp feel cold.
Yang Huamei quickly picked up Xiao Hei and coaxed her softly.
Xiao Hei was still struggling in Yang Huamei's arms, kicking and beating him, but Yang Huamei couldn't bear to get angry anymore.
In one round, Xiao Hei slapped Yang Huamei's hairpin off her head.
Yang Huamei's hair was loose and disheveled, so Xiao Hei tore Yang Huamei's hair and slapped Yang Huamei in the face.
Yang Huamei was still coaxing her patiently...
'Xiao Hei, my mother's little sweetheart...' she shouted.
Yang Ruoqing was very touched.
Looking at Yang Huamei's current appearance, and thinking about her former sister-in-law, she is completely different.
Poor parents in the world, every child really has to respect his parents.
Especially my mother!
After such hard work, Xiao Hei grew up and married his own wife.
Will he still remember how his mother brought him up when he was a child?
Water flows to lower place, man goes to higher position.
It is natural and natural for everyone to love their own cubs.
If only I could give 30% of my love for my son back to my parents.
Then this person is a true filial son.
…
The days, like water, flow forward after the busy and fulfilling sunrise and sunset.
An autumn rain, a cold, an autumn wind and a cool breeze.
The chrysanthemums in Yang Ruoqing's yard are blooming golden.
The fragrant floral fragrance fills the air.
When the sweet-scented osmanthus is in full bloom, the Mid-Autumn Festival in the old calendar is approaching.
The moon is full and people are reunited.
During this year's Mid-Autumn Festival, Lao Yangtou and Mr. Tan happened to have the third family to support them.
Yang Huazhong saw that the old couple, especially Tan, had been in a bad mental state since Yang Huaan passed away.
Yang Huazhong privately approached Yang Huaming, Yang Huazhou and Yang Yongjin, planning to have a good Mid-Autumn Festival.
By the way, September is Tan’s 60th birthday, so we decided to do it together during the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Invite Yang Huamei, little old Yangtou and the others over, and let's have a good time.
