Chapter 139 Discharged from the Hospital and Returning Home
Feng Jiaojiao stayed in the hospital for two days and wanted to go home.
It was very tiring for An's mother to run around with her child. She had to go back and forth between the hospital and home several times a day.
I have to take care of the children and deliver meals to them.
The old lady was exhausted from all the work.
Feng Jiaojiao decided to go home and recuperate.
An Jianjun saw that his mother was working hard, but he didn't dare to leave Feng Jiaojiao, fearing that she would be sick without him by her side.
He was also in a dilemma, and finally An Jianjun decided to ask Song Qingyu.
Song Qingyu allowed Feng Jiaojiao to go home and be raised, and only then did An Jianjun dare to take Feng Jiaojiao home.
Song Qingyu accompanied him throughout the whole process, and An Jianjun carried Feng Jiaojiao all the way home without letting her take a single step.
"I'm finally home. It's still so comfortable at home." Feng Jiaojiao felt extremely comfortable lying on the familiar bed.
She couldn't sleep well in the hospital these days, but fortunately An Jianjun was there to accompany her and comfort her.
"Of course home is the best, but it will trouble Qingyu to make a few more trips." Mother An knew that this was all thanks to Song Qingyu's help.
Song Qingyu knew that Feng Jiaojiao needed to stay in the hospital for observation due to her condition, but considering the An family's situation, Song Qingyu still arranged for her to be discharged from the hospital. She also needed to take responsibility.
But anyway, she went to An's house every day to look after her godson and goddaughter, and visited her daughter frequently.
"Auntie, I also want to come and see my godson and goddaughter. Don't you welcome me to come?" Song Qingyu teased the two little babies.
Mother An knew that Song Qingyu was joking with her, "Child, I wish you could live at home. I have another daughter!"
This kid is a good kid.
I also bought so many toys for the two children.
The little guy was loved by many people since he was born.
There were so many things that they piled up into a small mountain.
Feng Jiaojiao lay on the bed, watching An Jianjun busying around, and her scalp felt itchy.
She hadn't washed her hair for several days. "Jianjun, my head is so itchy!"
An Jianjun put down his work and said, "Let's hold on for a while. When you're out of confinement, I'll give you a good wash."
My mother said that we must keep warm during the confinement period and not let her catch a cold.
This postpartum disease will stay with a woman for the rest of her life, so she must take good care of herself during the confinement period.
I can't eat anything too salty, too sweet, or cold. I can't be blown by the wind. I have to hold my shoes up when I go out to wear them, otherwise my heels will be exposed to the wind. I can't wash my hair or take a shower...
An's mother talked a lot to her son, and An Jianjun remembered it all.
Feng Jiaojiao shook her head. She didn't want it. It would stink so much that she couldn't stand it, absolutely not.
"No, I want to wash it now. It's too itchy!" Feng Jiaojiao couldn't stand not washing her hair for a month.
Moreover, An's mother said that she gave birth to twins, so she would have to stay in bed for two months, which would take longer than others.
Even if it is not exactly two months, you still have to stay in confinement for more than 40 days.
She couldn't stand not washing her hair or taking a bath for such a long time.
"Be good, your health is important. What if you catch a cold?" An Jianjun approached Feng Jiaojiao, hugged her in his arms and coaxed her.
"Hmm...stay away from me, I can smell my own body." Feng Jiaojiao hasn't washed her hair for a day now. She used to wash her hair and take a bath every day.
"No way, you still smell so good." After saying that, he smelled her without any disgust and even kissed her.
"No, I want to wash my hair." After saying that, he prepared to go downstairs to wash his hair.
An Jianjun held Feng Jiaojiao down and tucked her into bed. "Little ancestor, you're in confinement now. Don't get out of bed so often. Don't worry, I'll ask Sister Song."
"What's going on?" An's mother and Song Qingyu came in after hearing the sound.
"Sister Song, Jiaojiao's head is itchy. Can she wash her hair and take a bath now?" An Jianjun must ask the doctor before deciding what to do.
"I don't recommend this right now. Let's wait a few more days. Not quite a month, but at least a week. She's weak right now and could easily catch a cold."
Although Song Qingyu knew that foreigners did not need to observe confinement after childbirth, their physical fitness was different from theirs and could not be compared.
She believed more in the rules handed down by her ancestors, which were the result of thousands of years of experience.
"Sister Song, can't I really wash? I feel so uncomfortable now." Feng Jiaojiao was itchy and crazy.
In modern times, who doesn’t wash their hair during confinement?
"I really can't stand it anymore. Comb your scalp with a wooden comb. It may relieve the pain. Let's wait for two days." Song Qingyu could understand Feng Jiaojiao. She was used to washing her hair just like her, and she would feel uncomfortable if she didn't wash it.
However, Feng Jiaojiao is in great danger this time. Her body is weak right now, so she should be more cautious.
An Jianjun found a wooden comb and turned Feng Jiaojiao's head toward the bed. He found a small chair and sat there, combing her hair again and again to relieve the itching, and then massaging her scalp.
Feng Jiaojiao had no choice but to give up and wait a few more days.
"Wow wow wow."
"Oh! My grandson must be hungry." Mother An looked at the time and saw that several hours had passed. The child must be hungry.
"By the way, Jiaojiao, do you have milk now?" The child has been fed with formula these days, and it would be better if he had breast milk.
"I... I feel a little swollen." Feng Jiaojiao's breasts didn't swell up a couple of days ago, but starting last night, for some reason, they started to swell up.
"That's perfect, you can try feeding the baby." Song Qingyu thought it was about time.
Except for An Jianjun, everyone else in the room was a woman. Although Feng Jiaojiao felt a little embarrassed, she didn't act pretentiously and lifted up her clothes.
An's mother carried her grandchildren over.
Feng Jiaojiao leaned on the bed. Mother An put her grandson aside first, and brought her granddaughter to her daughter-in-law so that the child could feed.
As for why, it’s hard to explain. If An’s mother picks up her grandson first, her son will not agree.
Mother An already knew that she had to put her granddaughter first in front of her son, otherwise her son would be angry again.
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