When Feng Yijia regained consciousness, in addition to the pain in his body, he also felt a little cold in his chest.
He opened his eyes and looked down.
In an instant, the pale face was covered with powder.
It was nothing, Meng Sheng was holding his son's head and letting him feed.
It seems that the technique has been practiced quite skillfully.
I don’t know how many times I fed him like this?
Fortunately, there was no one else in the ward, otherwise she would be embarrassed to death.
Meng Sheng noticed the movement, looked up and said happily: "Wife, you're awake!"
Feng Yijia subconsciously pulled down her clothes, trying to cover up some of her exposed body, and then she asked in a hoarse voice, "Well, how long have I slept?"
Meng Sheng didn't notice her little movement, staring at his wife's pale face, and said distressedly: "It's been a whole day and night.
If the doctor hadn't repeatedly assured me that you were fine, I would have been worried sick."
It's been so long, no wonder my body feels a little stiff.
Feng Yijia shifted her uncomfortable body and reached out to hug the child, but Meng Sheng's large hand firmly stopped her. She could only act like an emotionless feeding machine, forcing herself to act nonchalant and continue the conversation in this awkward position: "Where are my parents?"
Meng Sheng: "Dad asked me to drive you back to the village, saying that he wanted to go to your father's grave and burn paper to comfort his soul in heaven.
By the way, go back to the village to deliver red eggs.
Mom has gone home to make soup and cook. It's already noon, so she'll probably be here soon."
Feng Yijia thought of his father at home and asked, "Dad has gone back. Does that mean you won't be back to the village for a while?"
Meng Sheng understood what she meant and said, "Well, I have to stay with you, otherwise I won't be at ease.
But I told my father that since spirits really do exist in this world, we should recite the sutras carefully when we visit the grave, so that my father-in-law won’t worry too much and may appear in spirit to ask about the situation.”
Feng Yijia was speechless.
What a filial son! She could even imagine the fear her father-in-law must have felt when he heard this.
But as long as I can comfort my father, that's enough.
The newborn baby had a small stomach and fell asleep after eating while the two were talking.
Meng Sheng picked up the child and gently placed him on the empty bed beside him. He then became concerned about his wife's stomach: "Are you hungry?
I don't know when you will wake up, so I put a stove outside.
There's some warm meat porridge on top. I'll go get some to fill your stomach first."
Feng Yijiajia finally felt more at ease after tidying up her clothes. She touched her stomach which was aching slightly. She didn't feel very hungry, but she wanted to go to the toilet.
She struggled to get up. Meng Sheng understood and picked her up and carried her to the bathroom.
After an embarrassing and painful trip to the toilet, Feng Yijia was coaxed by Meng Sheng to fill her stomach, and only then did she have the energy to carefully look at the child she had given birth to in excruciating pain.
A day passed, and the baby's skin was still a little red and wrinkled. His little eyes were not completely closed, and his eyeballs were rolling around. I don't know what he was dreaming about. His little mouth was occasionally raised, as if he was smiling.
After Feng Yijia finished sizing up the child, he said with genuine disdain, "How ugly!"
After a whole day and night of meticulous care, Meng Sheng's resentment faded a lot. He nodded in agreement and said, "That's right. If you weren't the only one giving birth at the time, I would have suspected that he wasn't born by the two of us!"
Chen Hongxing, who had hurried over with her lunch box, overheard their conversation and immediately spoke up for her grandson: "What's so ugly about Yanyan?
His eyes and nose are like Ikea's, his face and mouth are like Lao Er's, and if he grows up, he will definitely be prettier than all the kids in the village."
Feng Yijia couldn't see how her son looked like her or Meng Sheng, but she didn't argue with her mother-in-law. Instead, she asked, "Should we name him Yanyan?"
Meng Sheng was a little nervous. He took his anger out on the name yesterday and it seemed like he hadn't consulted his wife about it.
Chen Hongxing didn't think too much about it and said with a smile: "My full name is Meng Yan, and my nickname is Yan Yan. The second brother said it means Yan, which means peace and prosperity, and a grand banquet!"
Feng Yijia thought about it for a while and felt that it was not bad. Considering the golden beans that he dropped when she gave birth, she did not raise any objection.
Meng Sheng breathed a sigh of relief and quickly set lunch.
Then, under the persuasion of her mother-in-law, Feng Yijia forced herself to drink a bowl of bland pig's trotter and soybean soup.
She lay back on the bed and felt unwell.
If you don’t eat well, dignity and privacy mean nothing when you are giving birth or breastfeeding, and you will be in so much pain all over.
Being a mother is so hard.
While Feng Yijia was sighing inwardly, Meng Sheng also felt that being a father was not easy. He helped his wife lie on the bed, ate a few mouthfuls of rice, and then took the basin out to wash diapers while his mother was watching.
After the diaper stained with meconium and very difficult to wash was hung up, the baby who had just had a nap started crying out that he was hungry.
Assist in feeding, changing diapers, washing the butt, and then washing diapers again.
After cleaning up for a while, it was time to feed, change diapers, and wash diapers, over and over again, endlessly.
Fortunately, his mother and sister come to help from time to time, otherwise he would probably collapse if he were alone day and night.
After staying in the hospital for three days, the doctor came to inform me to be discharged.
Meng Sheng was worried and wanted his wife and child to stay for two more days, but he also felt that it would be inconvenient to wash, eat, etc. in the hospital.
My mother's cooking skills are just so-so. She only thinks about making milk-producing soup every day. My wife is picky, and her brows are knitted every time she eats the tasteless food.
After weighing the pros and cons, I packed up my things, paid the bill and left the hospital.
Feng Yijia came out of the hospital and began her official confinement period.
The weather was not too cool, so I wore long clothes, long pants and a hat.
I usually don't go out of the front door or the back door.
The wooden doors and windows were only open a crack.
Not to mention washing his hair and taking a bath, Chen Hongxing was watching him very closely, so the most he could do was let Meng Sheng secretly get some hot water to wipe his body.
Apart from the fact that the food prepared by chef Meng Sheng was more to his liking and he did not forbid people from visiting him, Feng Yijia felt that he was worse than being in prison and was almost rotten.
But she was the only one who thought so. Her sister Meng Ling was almost envious to death.
In all the villages around her, she had never seen a woman who was served with delicious food and drink every day after giving birth, and who basically did not have to take care of the child except for breastfeeding.
My parents-in-law and husband are always eager to do everything.
He was just about to feed the food directly into her mouth.
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