After he finished doing all that, Zhou Qinglan also fed the baby. She reached out and touched the diaper; it was dry. Only then did she feel at ease putting the child on the pillow and covering him with a small quilt.
The pillow was made of red cloth and filled with millet.
Newborn babies usually have a large back of their heads. In Northeast China, most people shape their babies' heads by making the back of their heads flatter, saying that it looks better that way.
If someone's child doesn't sleep with their head up, others will say, "Look at your child, all crooked and messy, oh dear, so ugly."
When a baby sleeps, adults need to be very careful about their head shape. If they don't sleep well, their head can easily become misshapen.
In fact, Sheng Xiping didn't really want his son to sleep with his head flat, always feeling that it was an outdated custom. He thought that if his head was flattened, it would look like a block of soybean paste, and how could that look good?
He had mentioned this to Zhang Shuzhen several times, but unfortunately, while Zhang Shuzhen would listen to her son on other matters, she refused to listen to his advice on raising children and insisted on doing things the old way.
"Honey, remember, once the baby is out of confinement, you can't let him sleep on a millet pillow anymore."
During the postpartum period, let the baby sleep as much as possible, just enough to keep them comfortable. Don't let them flatten their heads; they'll look like a block of dough.
Sheng Xiping hung up the diapers to dry, and when he turned around, he saw his wife putting a pillow under the child's head.
He couldn't just pull it out directly, so he told Zhou Qinglan to change her pillow as soon as she finished her postpartum confinement period, and not to keep sleeping on her head.
Zhou Qinglan was caught in the middle between her husband and mother-in-law, which put her in a difficult position. She had no choice but to nod in agreement.
"Okay, I remember. I'll get you a new one after my confinement period is over."
I've collected a lot of tea leaves and dried a lot of flowers. I'll use them to make a pillow for the child.
Tea dust is actually brewed tea leaves that have been dried, and many people use it to stuff pillows.
As for the flower petals, they were made by Zhou Qinglan and Sheng Yunfang from various wildflowers they picked around the forest farm when they had nothing to do. They were also good for stuffing pillows.
After the child finished eating, he went to sleep. Sheng Xiping and his wife had nothing else to do, so they quickly tidied up and rested.
Zhou Qinglan slept on the kang (heated brick bed), the child was in the middle, and then Sheng Xiping. The family of three sat side by side, and soon they were all sleeping soundly.
Thankfully, this child is relatively easy to take care of, and doesn't cry much after eating his fill in the evening.
She wakes up about every three hours, I feed her, change her diaper, and soothe her for a while before she falls asleep again.
Sheng Xiping didn't dare to sleep too soundly; every time he woke up, he would reach out and touch his son to see if he was wet.
If the child doesn't move for a long time, Sheng Xiping will carefully reach under the child's nose to check if the child is still breathing.
At least the night was over, and just before dawn, the baby woke up again wanting to be fed.
Zhou Qinglan picked up the baby to breastfeed, while Sheng Xiping rubbed his sleepy eyes and got up to get a large cloth from the fire wall.
Before the baby had even finished feeding, they heard something scratching at the door from the outer room.
"Xiping, go open the door quickly, it's Huahua back." As soon as Zhou Qinglan heard this, she knew that it was the little tiger coming home and knocking on the door.
Sheng Xiping hurriedly put on his thick cotton-padded coat, went to the outer room and opened the door. Sure enough, there stood Little Tiger Huahua outside.
On the snow behind Hua Hua, there was a dark, unidentifiable thing lying there.
Sheng Xiping bent down and saw that it was a roe deer that had been dead for some time.
Strangely, the roe deer was intact, with no wounds except for bite marks from tiger teeth on its throat.
"Huahua, you didn't eat it?" Sheng Xiping asked in surprise.
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