bestfiction Chapter 425 This many Dehuas are enough
Chapter 425 This many Dehuas are enough
Around 9 p.m., he heard noises downstairs.
Zhuang Chaoying came out of her room upon hearing the noise and saw her son downstairs. "Tu Nan is back."
"Dad, how are Mom and my little sister?"
“That’s great. Your mom just finished breastfeeding. Come in and have a look.”
Tu Nan hurriedly ran to the sink and carefully washed his hands with water.
After entering the room, he stood by the bed and looked at Xiao Yuyao, who had her eyes open, in his mother's arms.
He rubbed his hands together vigorously, afraid that the cold air on his body would chill his little sister, and tried to warm his hands before daring to approach.
Huang Ling gently coaxed the child, lifting her up slightly. "Tu Nan, look, this is your little sister. Yu Yao, look, your brother has come to see you."
Tu Nan sat down on the edge of the bed and thought about the design institute. Some of the teachers there had relatives in Hong Kong Island, and he heard that the children there used disposable diapers, which were not available here.
He asked his teacher and relatives to help him buy some, so they could bring them back when they came back to visit during the Chinese New Year.
Now that we don't have postal service, we can only communicate by letter. It's impossible to mail anything; the only option is to bring it back in person.
He paused. "Mom and Dad, don't worry, I'll definitely make a lot of money in the future. My little sister is here, I can support her too."
Zhuang Chaoying sat down next to her son and patted him on the shoulder. "Tu Nan, your little sister has me and your mother. You just need to take good care of your own little family."
After a while, the chill on Tu Nan's body gradually dissipated.
He spoke somewhat hesitantly.
"Mom, let me hug you. I remember holding Xiaoting when she was born."
Huang Ling gently handed Xiao Yuyao to him.
Tu Nan carefully took the baby, feeling the soft little body in his arms. Looking at his little sister's peaceful sleeping face, a wonderful bond of blood arose spontaneously. This feeling was exactly the same as when he first held Xiao Ting.
After Tu Nan left, the responsibility of taking care of Xiao Yuyao fell on Zhuang Chaoying and Huang Ling.
Over the past week, Zhuang Chaoying has developed a conditioned reflex: whenever Xiao Yuyao starts to whine and cry, he immediately gets up to check on her.
If the diaper is wet, change it quickly; if the baby is hungry, hand the child to Ah Ling immediately.
After the baby finishes feeding, patiently burp them.
Taking care of a newborn is indeed tough; you can't get a full night's sleep.
Fortunately, Xiaoyuyao is quite "sensible," following the cycle of eating, sleeping, crying, waking up to poop, and then eating again. Even so, the daily ordeal has made Zhuang Chaoying deeply understand the meaning of the saying, "Whoever takes care of a child goes crazy."
Only a week has passed since then, and there is still a long year ahead. We won't be able to truly relax until the child can sleep through the night.
Late at night, Zhuang Chaoying had just lain down when the baby started crying again.
He instinctively reached out and gently patted her, but the crying continued.
Huang Ling nudged him half-asleep. "Chao Ying, is Yu Yao hungry?"
Zhuang Chaoying forced herself to sit up, held the child in her arms, and gently coaxed her.
"Oh, oh, oh..." After coaxing her a couple of times, she handed Xiaoyuyao to Huang Ling, who was already prepared.
He sat on the edge of the bed, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.
[System, are breast pumps still available in this day and age?]
Yes, we have an old-fashioned breast pump from the 1970s.
After receiving an affirmative answer, Zhuang Chaoying turned to look at Huang Ling, who was dazed and unable to open her eyes, and felt nothing but heartache.
From now on, we must make sure Ah Ling gets proper rest; we can't let the two of us suffer through every night like this anymore.
He should do it all by himself; after all, he's the father.
Zhuang Chaoying gently turned to the side, reached out and tucked the stray hairs that had fallen across Huang Ling's forehead behind her ear, and said softly.
“Ah Ling, I’ll go to the People’s Department Store to buy a breast pump tomorrow. You can’t keep going like this. I’m a man, I’m strong and I can handle it. You just gave birth, you need to take good care of yourself.”
Huang Ling was already so sleepy that her consciousness was blurred. In her drowsy state, she only heard Chao Ying's voice and vaguely responded with two "hmm".
After finally finishing feeding, Zhuang Chaoying took the baby from her arms and gently placed Xiao Yuyao on her shoulder.
He held the baby's bottom steadily with one hand, and gently patted her with the other to help her burp.
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the next day.
Zhang Wanshu led her parents, carrying large bags of nutritional supplements, to visit her.
In the living room, Zhuang Chaoying sat around a round table with her father-in-law, Engineer Lin, and Wan Shu's father. After a few cups of strong tea, the conversation naturally turned to Tu Nan and Wan Shu's marriage.
"The two children have been married for a year, and the wedding really can't be delayed any longer."
Zhuang Chaoying picked up her teacup and took a sip. "The timing of the New Year this year is perfect. It's January 29th. Let's set the date for the 26th of the twelfth lunar month, which is January 25th in the Gregorian calendar. That's a Sunday, a very auspicious date. What do you think?"
Wan Shu's father nodded. "My dear in-laws, this is a good date, let's set it for this day."
Everyone started discussing the wedding.
Upstairs in the room, Xiaoting sat on the edge of the bed holding her little sister, surrounded by Wanshu, Pengfei, Tunan, and Dongzhe.
After a morning of practice, the young people have mastered baby care skills such as changing diapers, making formula, and putting babies to sleep.
Xiaoting gently rocked Xiaoyuyao in her arms, while the others lent a hand from time to time.
Zhuang Chaoying saw this scene when she went upstairs.
He nodded in satisfaction. This many Dehuas were enough. When they went on vacation, it would be the day he and Ah Ling would be free.
After putting the children in a taxi, he went back and rode his motorcycle straight to the People's Department Store, where he bought two breast pumps and two baby bottles. He had some canning jars at home, so he poured the expressed milk into the jars and heated it up before feeding the children at night.
When Huang Ling saw what he had brought back, she was also incredibly surprised. "Chao Ying, how do you know so much?"
Zhuang Chaoying handed over the things she was holding. "This is all thanks to Pengfei for bringing back a bunch of books on postpartum care."
This wasn't an excuse he made up; it was because Pengfei, knowing his aunt was pregnant, brought back a few books. I have to say, he's quite thoughtful.
With the breast pump, Huang Ling looked radiant during her postpartum confinement. However, no matter how much her health improved, she couldn't withstand the effects of staying up late every day; her eyes were dark, as if a female demon had drained her life force.
He takes care of the child at night, and his mother-in-law helps out during the day so he can catch up on his sleep. As for writing new works, he doesn't have the energy for that right now.
In most families, the mother stays up all night taking care of the child until she breaks down, with no one understanding or caring. Elders can escape when they are tired, but the father works hard to earn money to support the family and cannot stay up all night.
The mother silently endures it all, because the child was born from her, and she will take care of the child as long as she lives.
He finally understood why so many women suffer from postpartum depression. If you have money, you can hire a postpartum nanny. If you don't, then it depends on whether the person you marry has a conscience. Marriage is your first chance to choose your family and you are choosing your birth with your eyes open. Even if you are not born into the right family, you should never be born into the wrong family.
A child's fate is already determined when the mother chooses the father.
You can marry late, or you can choose not to marry at all, but you must not marry the wrong person.
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This is what people born in the 70s and 80s use.