Hearing the old man say this, Song Fei and Yan Jiang felt particularly warm in their hearts.
Song Ci really married the right person in this life.
Seeing that he couldn't convince his grandfather, Han Zhan had no choice but to hold his grandfather's arm and go back out of the operating room.
Song Ci finally woke up at dawn, but her consciousness was not clear at that time.
When she was pushed out of the operating room by the nurses, she squinted at the lights, feeling as if she was floating in the clouds and uneasy.
It wasn't until her hand was tightly wrapped by a large calloused palm that Song Ci called out vaguely, "Han Zhan..."
Song Ci was confused when she heard Han Zhan say "hmm", and then her hand was kissed.
Song Ci heard another unyielding male voice interrupting, saying, "Song girl, you're being so unkind! Han Zhan isn't the only one waiting for you. You scared me tonight so much that my legs went weak. I stayed with them all night, and when you woke up you only remembered your brother Han and not your grandfather?"
Song Ci thought: Who is this old guy?
You talk so much.
Song Ci was sent back to the ward. She wanted to sleep, but she could hear someone talking in her ear. It would have been fine if they just talked, but they would also call her every once in a while. If Song Ci didn't say anything, they would lean over to her ear and continue calling her.
Song Ci could only keep agreeing.
After a few hours, the noise in my ears finally stopped.
And Song Ci also fell asleep.
When she woke up again, Song Ci opened her eyes and saw a black man with a crew cut lying beside her bed.
Song Ci turned her head again and saw two people sleeping in their clothes on the sofa. They were Song Fei and Yan Jiang.
When he woke up and saw his family, Song Ci felt satisfied at that moment.
"Brother Han."
Hearing Song Ci's voice, Han Zhan raised his head.
Seeing Song Ci wake up, Han Zhan was overjoyed, "Cibao, how do you feel?"
Song Ci looked a little embarrassed and she whispered something.
Han Zhan didn't hear clearly, "What?"
Song Ci: "It's increased a bit."
Han Zhan was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Urine? Or stool?" Han Zhan was a little scared because the doctor said that women would not defecate right after giving birth. If they felt like they had to defecate, it was likely that they were bleeding heavily.
Song Ci blushed, looking embarrassed, and explained in a low voice: "It's breast milk!"
Han Zhan: "..."
It was Han Zhan’s first time being a father, and he had no idea there was such a thing as milk production.
Han Zhan immediately ran to the maternity and baby supermarket to buy an electric breast pump and disinfect it.
After driving Song Ci and Yan Jiang away, Han Zhan closed the door and asked Song Ci to use an electric breast pump to suck out the milk.
But the breast pump is not as good as the baby's sucking power after all. Song Ci frowned in pain, but still couldn't suck out any milk.
She threw away her shame and said to Han Zhan, "Brother Han, how about you try it?"
Han Zhan's face also turned red, but he still had to go ahead.
.
The colostrum that was sucked out was light yellow. Han Zhan sent two bags of colostrum to the pediatric ward.
The nurse told Han Zhan: "If possible, I hope you can deliver breast milk on time every day. If the breast milk supply is insufficient, it needs to be mixed with cow's milk, which is not good for the baby's digestive system."
Han Zhan turned around and told Song Ci about this. Song Ci thought for a moment and then said, "How about we just find a house near the hospital and live there? I'll pump out the milk every day, and you can find someone you trust to be responsible for delivering it?"
Song Ci is a big fan of breastfeeding, believing it to be more suitable for human babies than cow's or goat's milk. She plans to breastfeed her children until they are six months old, and then consider weaning them off.
Han Zhan had no objection.
It happened that the hospital was not far from the Jetta Hotel, so Han Zhan placed Song Ci in the presidential suite of the Jetta Hotel, and a special confinement nanny took care of her during her confinement.
Han Zhan called Allen over again and asked him to be responsible for delivering milk to the children every day.
Han Zhan began to run between the company, the hotel and the hospital.
They can visit their children three times a week: once on Monday, once on Wednesday, and once on Saturday. Every time Han Zhan visits, he records a video of the two little ones and brings it home to show Song Ci.
Seeing the two babies growing healthier and healthier, and finally having some flesh on their faces, Song Ci's worried heart calmed down day by day.
But the desire to take the baby home is even stronger.
That day, Han Zhan got off work early and returned to the hotel. He pulled a chair and sat down beside Song Ci's bed.
Song Ci was also doing yoga during her confinement period. She had just finished exercising and was now lying lazily on the bed, unwilling to move a finger.
Han Zhan fed the peeled orange to Song Ci's mouth. "Let me tell you something."
Song Ci lifted her eyelids, glanced at Han Zhan, and winked at him, meaning that he should ask directly.
Han Zhan asked, "Have you thought of a name for our child?"
Song Ci said, "I've thought about it."
"I plan to register my children's household registration tomorrow. Once they are registered, I can apply for medical insurance. When they are discharged from the hospital, I can save more than 10,000 yuan by applying for medical insurance."
Song Ci was shocked when she heard this. "Is the richest man still short of that ten thousand yuan?"
Han Zhan: "Every penny saved counts. I pay my taxes on time and buy health insurance according to the rules. My children deserve health insurance."
Song Ci laughed a few times before saying, "My elder sister's name is Han Miao, my younger sister's name is Han Jun, and if we have a younger brother in the future, he'll be named Han Zhen. When my elder sister grows up, her courtesy name will be Jingyu, my younger sister's name will be Youyu, and my younger brother's name will be Lingyu."
Song Ci asked Han Zhan: "How is it?"
Han Zhan had no objection.
Only one...
"Who will inherit the incense of your Song family?"
Song Ci curled her lips, "No matter what their surnames are, they are all grandchildren of the old Song family. This cannot be changed."
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