Thanks to the good fortune of her husband working here, Li Xiaobing was given the benefit of staying in a single ward, where she could be alone with her children.
"Sister Li." He Xiangyu knocked on the door and shouted loudly.
"Come in." Li Xiaobing responded.
The two then entered the ward.
I saw Li Xiaobing sitting on the bed alone with her baby in her arms. Standing next to her was an accompanying nurse who walked out first when she saw the guest.
"Sit down quickly." Li Xiaobing greeted the two junior sisters with his mouth. He was holding the child in his hands and could not free his hands to make other movements.
He Xiangyu and Xie Wanying did not sit down, but curiously walked over to watch the senior sister feeding the child.
Li Xiaobing's face was filled with the happy smile of being a mother, and her left hand lovingly stroked her son's little head. Xiao Dongliang sucked her mother's milk so hard that her forehead started to sweat.
"He's a little impatient and may be hungry down there. I usually have to express more breast milk for him and send it to the neonatal department." Li Xiaobing said about his son.
Hearing this, He Xiangyu offered his treasure and said: "Sister, I made fish porridge for you. People say that eating fish can help you produce milk."
"Isn't it possible to produce breast milk by drinking fish soup?" Li Xiaobing asked.
"It's the same, you can make milk by replenishing your body."
Second Senior Sister helped Senior Sister Li scoop the fish porridge. Xie Wanying took out some baby mouth towels she bought and showed them to her senior sister.
"This thing is good." Li Xiaobing was very grateful for the small towel she sent. He took one and wiped the sweat on his son's head. The more he wiped it, the more he praised her and said, "Yingying, you are very good at shopping. This The small towel absorbs sweat very well.”
Xie Wanying was happy to be able to buy what her senior sister and her children needed. She turned around and helped her senior sister clean up the messy things on the table.
After his son finished breastfeeding, Li Xiaobing wanted to change the position of the child and stroke his lower back as a pat on the back, but it was a bit difficult.
Xie Wanying reached out her hand and said, "Senior sister, I'll come."
Patting the child on the back after finishing feeding is to prevent the child from spitting up and overflowing milk, but patting on the back is not necessarily necessary. For example, if an adult's stomach is overloaded after eating, it will be relieved if he stands up and moves around.
He Xiangyu stood nearby. She had never been a mother before and could only look at the brave little junior sister with admiration.
The baby is like a little ball of flesh, cute and fragile. What's more, Xiao Dongliang had rescued it before, and it made people feel like they were afraid of melting if they held it under their tongue. He Xiangyu didn't dare to hug her when she saw him, fearing that she would be broken if she hugged her.
Most people who have never held a child are indeed afraid of holding a child. Like Li Xiaobing, a first-time mother, she was so careful when she hugged her son for the first time that he would break it.
I'm afraid of returning, but I have to hold my own son.
The fact is, as long as you master the essentials of holding a baby, you don’t need to be afraid of holding a baby. Children's neck is mainly soft and needs to be protected by adults' hands. The gravity point of the child's body is concentrated on the buttocks. Holding a child's butt firmly is like holding a vase with a big belly, just hold the big belly firmly. It can basically hold it steady.
With two hands, the left hand holds the child's neck protectively, and the right hand holds the child's small buttocks steadily. . Xiao Dongliang's total weight is just over six kilograms, not as heavy as a bag of rice weighing ten kilograms, so it is not very heavy. Xie Wanying effortlessly took the child from her senior sister's arms.
It seemed that he could feel that the sister who had saved his life was hugging him. Xiao Dongliang did not cry or fuss when he left her mother's arms. She stretched her little hands and opened her mouth, as if she was so comfortable that she was about to yawn.
