Qing looked a little tired, but there was a kind look on his face that neutralized the feeling of fatigue.
"How is it? Does it hurt?" Tang Wan put the things in her hand on the table next to her and sat down at the head of Qing's bed.
"It doesn't hurt. Look, this is the big fat boy I gave birth to." Qing didn't care about the pain in his body at all. When he saw Tang Wan coming, he quickly called her over to look at the child he was holding.
Upon hearing this, Tang Wan went over to take a look. The child had not yet opened his eyes, his facial features were small, and his skin was red all over, looking like it would burst if poked.
Tang Wan looked at it for a long time but didn't dare to touch it.
However, it seemed as if Tang Qing had quickly adapted to the role of a relative. He handed the baby in his arms to Tang Wan and said, "Why don't you hold it?"
Tang Wan waved her hands repeatedly. She didn't dare to hug such a child because even his neck was soft.
She knew that there were many things to pay attention to when holding a newborn baby, especially the head.
Tang Wan's slightly fearful look made Qing laugh out loud: "It's just a child, just hold him, why are you afraid?"
"He looks too soft. I don't dare to hold him." Tang Wan said honestly. She might not be afraid of other things, but she didn't dare to touch this kind of new life at all.
"Why are you like Zhao Dazhuang?" Qing chuckled and pointed outside. "Ever since the baby was born last night, he hasn't dared to hold her. As soon as he put the baby in his hands, he became like a clay figurine, stiff and afraid to move. Now, when I pick him up and ask him to hold him, he gets scared."
Although Qing said this, he definitely did not seem to blame Zhao Dazhuang.
At this time, men also adhere to the old concept that a father should not take care of his children, and basically do not interfere in the affairs of their children at home.
Zhao Dazhuang is one of the few people who can actively hold a child. Even if he doesn't hold a child, he still works tirelessly outside washing diapers, which is very rare.
"Come, eat this while it's hot. It helps increase your milk production." Grandma Qing handed the brown sugar egg in her hand to Qing.
This is already the best food at this time.
An ordinary family can raise three chickens, and save all the eggs they lay to exchange for salt or other food. Occasionally, one or two are left for the children at home. But in Qing's case, her mother-in-law basically saves all the eggs for Qing to eat, because she feels sorry for her pregnancy and the difficulty it has.
However, when Qing's mother-in-law mentioned the issue of milk production, Qing became very worried.
She is in good health now and is much plumper than before, but maybe it’s because her foundation was poor before, she has no milk since she gave birth to the child. She can only watch the child crying because of hunger but can’t do anything. It was Grandma Qing who had to take a bowl and borrow half a bowl of milk from another family with children.
Although Grandma Qing didn't say anything, she was worried about her own child.
Without milk, the child has nothing to eat. If there is no other way, she can only do as her mother-in-law said and get some food from other families to see if they can help feed the child.
This is also the only solution.
But this is my own child, so of course it is better to raise him myself. As the saying goes, a child is close to the one who feeds him.
Tang Wan told Qing about this matter as soon as she asked him. Qing's mother-in-law was also worried.
Suddenly she saw the malted milk that Tang Wan brought over, and a look of surprise appeared on her face: "They say that children in the city drink this, why not let Xiaobao drink this too."
Qing's mother-in-law had no choice. Although she knew that this was a valuable item brought by Tang Wan and was unwilling to accept it, for the sake of the child, she had to buy it even if it cost money.
Tang Wan took a look at the malted milk and immediately stopped her from thinking: "The child should be older before drinking this. He is still young and can't drink this kind of thing. This is more suitable for nourishing Qing."
Seeing the embarrassment on Grandma Qing's face, Tang Wan couldn't help but speak up, "Grandma Bai is still quite capable of treating some illnesses. Let me ask her if she has any medicine that can help with lactation."
Nowadays people think that pig's feet are milky, but there is no place to get pig's feet now.
After hearing this, Grandma Qing felt a glimmer of hope: "If you could prescribe some herbal remedies for Qing, that would be the best."
Everyone in the village knew that Grandma Bai understood pharmacology.
But Grandma Bai has never treated outsiders, and no one knows how her medicine works. Anyway, there is still a glimmer of hope now.
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