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The moment he saw the child, Zhang Sijiu felt as if someone had hit his heart somewhere.

She couldn't describe the feeling, but it instantly softened her heart.

It turns out that once you become a mother, it will be really different when you look at your children.

Although it's still a bit unfamiliar, I can't help but think in my mind: Wow, so this is the child I gave birth to? The mouth is small, the nose is flat, and the head is a little deformed...a little ugly, but a little good-looking!

She felt disgusted in her heart, but she couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth and reach out her hands.

Zhenniang placed the child on Zhang Sijiu's chest.

The little baby lay on Zhang Sijiu's chest. Listening to the familiar heartbeat, the little hands that were still a little restless stopped moving. Just the little mouth keeps sucking back and forth——

Zhang Sijiu asked Yang Yuanding to untie his clothes and put the child against his skin.

With Yang Yuanding's cautious look, Zhang Sijiu felt that it couldn't be any better than holding a bomb.

She couldn't help but laugh at him: "I told you to practice more. But you still refused."

Yang Yuanding was so nervous that he didn't dare to express his anger. After putting the child down, he breathed a sigh of relief and said seriously: "How can my child be the same as other people's children?"

Zhang Sijiu adjusted the baby's position by himself and waited for him to suck on his own - then he could try to suck the breast.

However, as a newbie, you are not that fast and you still have to try.

But there’s nothing wrong with giving it a try.

Yang Yuanding wanted to see more, but was kicked out by Zhenniang: "I still have to clean up the delivery room, get out quickly!"

There was no other way, Yang Yuanding had no choice but to turn back step by step and go out.

Zhang Sijiu waved his hand to indicate that he was fine.

Then he stared at the little guy intently.

The little guy had already found the target, and he took it hard and started sucking.

How should I put it, at that moment, Zhang Sijiu felt as if his soul had been touched gently by a feather.

Soft and light, it makes the soul tremble.

Of course, it only feels like this for the first few times.

After the little guy tried it, he found that it was really delicious and started to risk his life.

Using all your strength to feed yourself is never just an empty talk.

That’s when humans are at their most instinctive and energetic!

Zhang Sijiu felt like his soul was about to be hollowed out.

There are only two words to describe the taste, that is: sour and refreshing!

Even maternal love is on the decline.

Of course, when you stare at the little guy's gently moving cheeks, maternal love will rise +1+1.

Zhenniang carefully inspected the placenta and made sure it was complete. It had been peeled off and there was no residue. Then she, Li Jiaoximei and the others wiped it clean for Zhang Sijiu. After making sure it was not torn, they helped Zhang Sijiu to the bed to rest.

This room was the confinement room that Zhang Sijiu had prepared for himself in advance.

There are few things, the bed is a hospital bed, small, but you can prop it up and lean on it. Moreover, it is convenient to change the mattress.

Immediately after giving birth, the mother will sweat a lot and needs to change her bedding and close-fitting clothes frequently.

Otherwise, bacteria can easily breed.

The child drank milk for a while and then fell asleep from exhaustion. As for how much he ate, no one really knows.

If Zhang Sijiu hadn't been sure that the child had indeed eaten, he would have been even more anxious now.

Zhenniang and the others moved the delivery bed out, opened the window for ventilation, and then let others in.

Only then can Mrs. Xu and Mrs. Zhou go in and take a look.

Because Zhang Sijiu had just given birth and was still in confinement, Zhang Xiaoshan and the others did not go in and waited outside one by one.

When Mrs. Xu and Mrs. Zhou entered, they were all extremely cautious and even breathed softly.

The two of them looked at Zhang Sijiu first, and then they couldn't help but look at the child. The child is now wrapped in swaddling clothes, with only a small face exposed and a little fetal hair vaguely visible. Slept soundly.

Xu didn't know where he saw it: "It looks like Saburo. If he is so red, he will definitely be white in the future."

Mrs. Zhou also commented: "I think she looks more like Jiuniang."

Zhang Sijiu couldn't help but look at his son again when he heard this, and then felt that he couldn't find anything similar to the couple.

It's not that she's complaining, but it's really nothing like it.

Moreover, she didn’t know if it was an illusion, but she always felt that except for the particularly unique ones, most of the newborns looked similar—it could basically be said that they shared the same model.

Maybe there is really no need for newborns to do so much modeling?

Zhang Sijiu thought about it for a while and felt that Xu and Zhou might be comforting each other or flattering each other by saying this.

Both of them have very high emotional intelligence, so they all talk like each other's children.

People with low emotional intelligence will sincerely lament the people who look like them.

After understanding this, Zhang Sijiu couldn't help but feel happy.

Zhou asked Zhang Sijiu: "Did you give him a nickname?"

Zhang Sijiu nodded: "Let's call her Little Star."

Internally, she and Yang Yuanding had discussed it. Both men and women are called little stars. His name is Changming.

The stars have light and will remain bright forever.

I also hope that my son will live a long and safe life without any illness or disaster.

Mrs. Zhou nodded, lowered her head and smiled: "It sounds nifty. Little star, isn't it? You are the stars and the moon in your parents' hearts, and you are our treasure."

Xu was not so poetic, but nodded in agreement: "It's easy to remember, easy to pronounce, it's a good name."

She was originally afraid that the two of them would give her a name that was difficult to pronounce.

"Xingxing, little Xingxing." Mrs. Xu took out a gold lock from her arms and stuffed it into Little Xingxing's swaddling clothes: "If you take Yao's mother-in-law's lock, you will lock your soul. From now on, you will be free from illness and disaster until you are a hundred years old." .”

She said this with a smile: "Grow up well, suck the milk well, and don't make trouble with your mother. If you make trouble with your mother, I will give you a hook."

The hometown dialect sounded a bit playful, which made everyone laugh.

Zhang Sijiu smiled, but his eyes were a little red: Although he has become a mother, his second aunt still loves him the most.

The next moment, Zhang Sijiu heard familiar words: "Jiuniang, you too, sleep more and eat more, otherwise you won't be able to breastfeed."

Mrs. Zhou said quickly: "Don't worry, if there is really not enough milk, there will be a nanny."

Mrs. Xu said: "You can feed yourself or feed yourself. It's good for you and the child."

Mrs. Zhou added: "You can't force it -"

The two of them were about to have their own opinions. Zhang Sijiu quickly stopped the fight: "I work hard, I work hard, I will definitely work hard. I am a doctor, how can I not know? Breastfeeding is really good for me!"

One of them is to promote the recovery of uterine contractions.

The second is to reduce the probability of breast cancer.

The third one...is to promote fat consumption! Get your pre-baby figure back!

Mrs. Xu was satisfied: "It's good that you know."

Mrs. Zhou stopped talking and said, "Just do what you can."

Afterwards, Ms. Zhou went to the kitchen and watched, asking the kitchen to make soup for Zhang Sijiu.

As soon as Mrs. Zhou left, Mrs. Xu lowered her voice: "What I just said was for your mother-in-law, so don't take it too seriously. Now that we have the conditions at home, but we really don't have any milk, just hire a wet nurse. You can concentrate on taking care of yourself. , it’s still too much of a loss to have a baby.”

Zhang Sijiu: ...How about human relations and sophistication? (End of chapter)