In a blink of an eye, it was the day when Sang Feiyu was going to return to the archives room to work after her maternity leave.
Female comrades working in the army basically go home at noon after giving birth to feed their children.
Sang Feiyu has space, so she doesn't have to run here every day at noon.
Every time before my father eats, I find time to go out and feed the child milk.
She usually feeds four times a day, in the morning, noon, evening, morning and before going to bed at night.
At other times when the child is hungry, grandparents will make milk powder for the child.
Her daughter has a very good appetite and a strong sucking ability. If she feeds her daughter every time she is hungry, it won't be long before her own breasts can no longer bear it.
In the eyes of others, this situation made Sang Feiyu an unqualified mother.
It was said that in order to save money, she refused to come to breastfeed her child at noon, and such a young child started drinking milk powder. It was so miserable for the child.
When Sang Feiyu heard these rumors, his eyelids almost drooped to the sky.
There are only a few families who can drink milk powder every day now, so she doesn’t think there is anything tragic about her daughter drinking milk powder.
The sad thing is that those families even drink milk powder.
That day, when Sang Feiyu got home from work, he saw two guests coming to his house.
They are military dependents living nearby.
Lin Qingqing was holding a child in her arms, who looked even younger than little Duomi. After learning more about the situation, it turned out that the child was about four or five months old.
There were many people suffering from malnutrition here, so Sang Feiyu didn't say anything.
While the adults were chatting, little Duomi suddenly started crying, and Zhao Hui knew that little Duomi was hungry.
She thought about how Sang Feiyu accidentally broke her breast when she was feeding her baby at noon today, so she didn't plan to let Sang Feiyu breastfeed her tonight.
She handed the child to Sang Feiyu, took out a can of milk powder from the cabinet, and prepared to make milk for the child.
When Lin Qingqing saw the bottle of milk powder, her eyes widened. (At that time, milk powder was packed in simple bags or glass bottles, not in modern cans.)
You know, her son has been born for so long, but he has never drunk milk powder.
She didn't have enough milk, so her son never felt full.
She came here today just to find out if Sang Feiyu had any extra milk.
If possible, she would like to ask Sang Feiyu to breastfeed her son every day.
Zhao Hui moved quickly and prepared a bottle of milk powder to feed little Domi.
Lin Qingqing tried to test her, "Comrade Sang, do you not have enough milk?"
Sang Feiyu was too lazy to explain and just responded casually, "Yes."
If others knew that she couldn't breastfeed because of breast sores, she would definitely be accused of being pretentious.
At all times, people are too demanding of mothers, including many people who are mothers themselves.
There was a hint of regret in Lin Qingqing's eyes. She had originally wanted to find some breast milk for her son, but now it seemed unlikely.
She stared at the bottle of prepared milk powder, wishing that the milk was for her son.
But she soon found her psychological balance. She felt that it was a waste of money to feed a baby girl with milk powder.
Sang Feiyu spends money too lavishly!
Unlike her, she spends every penny wisely and is a good wife and mother who manages the household well.
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