Before she knew it, it was time for Sang Feiyu to return to work in the archives after her maternity leave.
Female comrades working in the military usually go home around noon after giving birth to breastfeed their babies.
Sang Feiyu has space, so she doesn't have to make a round trip every noon.
I would find some time to go out before meals and take the opportunity to breastfeed my child.
She usually feeds four times a day: morning, noon, night, and before going to bed at night.
When the child is hungry at other times, the maternal grandparents will make formula for the child.
Her daughter has a very good appetite and a strong sucking ability. If she breastfeeds her every time she gets hungry, it won't be long before her own breasts can't take it anymore.
If this situation were to fall into other people's eyes, it would make Sang Feiyu appear to be an unfit mother.
They said that in order to save trouble, she refused to come back at noon to breastfeed her child, and the child, who was so young, had to start drinking formula. That child was so pitiful.
When Sang Feiyu heard these rumors, her eyelids almost rolled to the sky.
Only a minority of families can afford to drink formula every day, so she doesn't feel that there's anything wrong with her daughter drinking formula.
Tragically, those families can't even afford milk powder.
When Sang Feiyu got home from work that day, she found two guests at her house.
They were military dependents living nearby.
Lin Qingqing was holding a baby in her arms. The baby looked even smaller than Xiao Duomi, but after inquiring, it turned out that the baby was four or five months old.
This area is likely to be malnourished, so Sang Feiyu didn't say anything.
While the adults were chatting, Xiao Duomi suddenly started crying, and Zhao Hui knew that Xiao Duomi was hungry.
She remembered that Sang Feiyu had accidentally scratched her breast while breastfeeding the baby at noon today, so she didn't plan to let Sang Feiyu breastfeed tonight.
She handed the child to Sang Feiyu, took out a can of formula from the cabinet, and prepared to make formula for the child.
Lin Qingqing's eyes widened when she saw the bottle of milk powder. (Back then, milk powder was sold in simple bags or glass bottles, not the modern canned kind.)
You should know that her son has been born for so long and has never drunk formula even once.
She didn't have enough breast milk, and her son was never full.
She came here today to inquire whether Sang Feiyu had any extra breast milk.
If she could, she would like to have Sang Feiyu breastfeed her son every day.
Zhao Hui worked quickly and soon prepared a bottle of formula to feed Xiao Duomi.
Lin Qingqing tentatively asked, "Is Comrade Sang not producing enough breast milk?"
Sang Feiyu was too lazy to explain and casually replied, "Yes."
If others knew that she couldn't breastfeed because her breasts were cracked, they would definitely accuse her of being dramatic.
People are always too demanding of those who are mothers, including many who are mothers themselves.
A hint of regret flashed in Lin Qingqing's eyes. She had originally wanted to find some breast milk for her son, but now it seemed unlikely.
She stared longingly at the bottle of prepared formula, wishing it were for her son.
However, she quickly found her mental balance, thinking that feeding a baby girl formula was too wasteful of money.
Sang Feiyu spends money far too extravagantly!
Unlike her, who spends every penny wisely, she is the true virtuous wife and loving mother who manages the household well.
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