Recovery from illness is a slow and gradual process. After Wenqiao recovered, her postpartum period was considered over, with her confinement period lasting only a few days each day.
Shen Jichuan said that while others take 30 days to recover from one child, Wen Qiao had three children and needed at least 90 days of proper rest.
Wen Qiao was completely bewildered by these words.
She didn't want to waste time on postpartum care, not because she really thought postpartum care was bad.
Actually, postpartum confinement is quite good. There are people to take care of the baby and bring the food to you.
Even her bedtime and washing up at night were all taken care of by Shen Jichuan himself.
Throughout her postpartum period, Shen Jichuan was the one who fetched water for her to wash her feet.
Wen Qiao can be said to have never bent over except when she was holding her child.
Wen Qiao thought to herself that Shen Jichuan was taking care of her now, and when he came in the future, she would be in her middle age, and she would take good care of him in return.
Besides complaining that the 90-day postpartum period was too long, Wen Qiao had another reason: her daughter, Xiao Sanbao, was already a month old and would only whimper occasionally, never crying loudly.
Her eyes were always half-closed, as if she couldn't open them at all.
She was worried and thought she had to take her child to the provincial hospital for a checkup.
During her postpartum period, Shen Jichuan really sacrificed a lot of time. As her husband, she couldn't let Shen Jichuan be the only one to sacrifice.
After much thought, she decided that her postpartum period would be over after thirty days.
On his way home from get off work, Shen Jichuan ran into several leaders from the division headquarters. They asked him when he could have the baby's one-month celebration.
When Wen Qiao returned to the family compound from the hospital.
People in the family compound, basically those who lived nearby or had connections with each other, all came to my house to give money to the children and offer their gifts.
With three children, Shen Jichuan had already accepted gifts from the family, so it would be unreasonable to say he wouldn't hold a banquet.
He agreed verbally, saying he would be there soon.
Back home, Shen Jichuan discussed the matter with Wen Qiao.
"Wen Qiao? I'm talking to you, why do you look so pale? Did something happen?"
Wen Qiao seemed dazed for a moment.
He only snapped out of his daze after being called by Shen Jichuan, "I...".
I don't know if I should say this.
Things about ghosts and spirits are superstition.
She knew that Shen Jichuan was not superstitious and did not believe in those things.
Wen Qiao said she didn't believe it, but since she had been reborn, she couldn't say she didn't believe in superstitions, nor would she completely believe in them.
Seeing Wen Qiao hesitate, Shen Jichuan was not in a hurry. Instead, he became even more composed and spoke in a gentle manner.
"The reason you're hesitating is because you're not ready to tell me yet. I can wait until you're ready. Whether you tell me or not, I'll listen to you."
"If it's something you can't decide on, you can talk to me. I'm older than you, so I might have some more mature ideas."
He's always like that; no matter what the problem is, it seems like his presence can solve everything.
"Ji Chuan, my mother took Xiao Sanbao to the altar to take a look."
Upon hearing this, Shen Jichuan merely frowned in disagreement, but refrained from saying anything unpleasant.
"What did you say?"
Before Wen Qiao could speak, her eyes reddened, and tears streamed down her face. Her small face was filled with deep worry for her child.
“They say she had a shallow connection in her past life, and that a destined person will help her. This time, she will be my daughter again. If I don’t love her, she will never choose me as her mother again.” As she spoke, Wen Qiao threw herself into Shen Jichuan’s arms.
“When I gave birth to her, I had a terrible dream. I dreamed that I was pregnant out of wedlock and returned to my hometown, the hometown you visited. In that home, I couldn’t save her. She came out of my body, but she wasn’t a living baby; she was stillborn…”
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