First love after marriage

I really miss my daughter. Today's children grow and change very fast. When I don't see them every few days, I think they are different from before.

After I moved out of my parents' house, every time my parents came to see me and my daughter, they would feel that my daughter has grown up again.

My daughter and I have been together before. I may not have a deep feeling about this change, but this time, I should have a deep feeling.

So when Xiao Ziyu asked me to pick up the child, my heart seemed to have wings. I couldn't bear it for a moment and couldn't wait to see the child.

At the moment, I don't want to take care of what Xiao Ziyu will do after he leaves the hospital. Anyway, I'm going to pick up the child.

When I came to my parents' house, my mother is still at school. Only my father takes care of my daughter at home.

As soon as he entered the door, he was shocked to see me.

"Why are you back?"

"I came back to see my daughter. Xiao Ziyu is leaving the hospital, so I shouldn't have to take care of him anymore. Dad, I'm going to take my daughter back!" I looked at my father with an excited face. At the same time, I also scanned the environment in the house and looked for the figure of my child.

"Discharge? Is his leg ready? So soon? " My father's face was pleasantly surprised. I had a feeling that he was going to get rid of the sea of suffering. After all, taking care of children is still very tiring. I guess the girls tortured my father.

"Not completely, but much better than before!" I explained that I was a little worried. What should Xiao Ziyu do after leaving the hospital.

"Oh!"

My father thought thoughtfully. Then he introduced me into the bedroom, pointed to the bed and said in a very low voice, "the child is sleeping. Be careful and don't wake her up!"

I smiled helplessly. This time I came to pick up the child. How can I not wake her up, and I also want to see the child's surprise after seeing his mother.

I went into the bedroom and looked at my daughter first. I suddenly found that her cheeks were red and her breathing was fast. My heart suddenly tightened.

When the child is in good health, her breathing is relatively uniform and gentle. Now she is so fast, I am worried that she is ill again. I quickly reached out and touched her forehead.

At that touch, I was quickly shocked by the baby's temperature, and the child was having a fever.

The joy of seeing the child suddenly dissipated without a trace. My father also noticed the change of my mood and hurried forward and asked, "daughter, what's the matter with you?"

The child was ill again. Of course I wasn't happy. I said to my father with a cold face, "the child seems to be ill!"

My father was shocked: "sick? Impossible? I haven't taken my children out of the house these days. How can I get sick? "

My father said, "look, she's sleeping well. Why is she sick?"? It's hot in our house. The child must be sleeping hot with such a thick cover. His little face is a little red! "

Of course, I want to thank my father for taking care of the children, but he takes care of them so carelessly and says that the children are sleeping too hot. As a mother, I will be angry.

"Dad, Nannan must be ill!" As I spoke, I patted my daughter to wake her up.

"No, it must be hot sleep. You had such a situation when you were a child. There was no problem at all. Dad came here and had experience."

The more my father explained, the more angry I was. I couldn't help vomiting in the bottom of my heart. That's what I did when I was a child? Then I'm really lucky that I can live to this day. I immediately got cold face with him.

My father may have been frightened by my attitude, and he panicked: "really sick? Why don't you go to the hospital? "

My father said, walking out of the bedroom and getting dressed, Nannan was woken up by me, but after she saw me, she didn't show the happy look I wanted in my heart. Instead, she cried loudly. It couldn't be coaxed well.

At the moment, I'm worried. My father drove us to the hospital.

When I came to the hospital, I hung up pediatrics. The doctor had already remembered me and the child.

As soon as she saw me, she said, "Why are you here again? You weren't asked to take good care of your children before. Why did you make her sick again?"

I feel bitter in my heart and don't know how to explain to the doctor. After all, I'm not with my children during this period, and I don't know how my parents take care of their children.

"Doctor, I brought the child by my grandfather. I took the child strictly according to my daughter's requirements. The weather is bad, and I haven't taken the child out. I've been at home all the time, and I don't know why!" My father's face was wronged and looked a little pathetic.

"This child is born with poor resistance. He needs to be more careful. All right, step back and I'll check the child first!" When the doctor finished, he took out auscultation and a series of tests for Nannan.

"It's still the previous problem. The pneumonia has relapsed!" The doctor said coldly. That seems to be complaining that we parents don't take good care of our daughter.

When I heard of pneumonia, it was like a blood vessel had been broken in my brain.

This disease is neither big nor small. It is not well treated and is easy to be life-threatening.

I complained to my father. My father looked at me wrongfully and explained: "I really didn't take my daughter out, just in my own home. Is there any virus at home?"

"Didn't you always bring the children? Why did you bring it to your father again? Work? " Asked the doctor.

Because I often came to the hospital before, the doctor had a better understanding of my family.

"If something happens, give the child to his parents first!" I explained in a low mood.

"Alas, you parents, your child's natural resistance is poor. Her resistance comes from your breast milk. You didn't give your child an adaptation period and directly cut off the breast milk. Her resistance becomes weaker. In addition, the child may miss you. If you can't see you, she becomes ill!"

The doctor's words immediately solved the contradiction between me and my father. It was not that my parents didn't take good care of their children, but because of me.

Because the child wants his mother, he is too young to express, so he stubbornly holds back his illness.

I suddenly felt extremely bitter and regretful, thinking about how my brain was so single-minded. Why couldn't I take time to go home and see my daughter?

My father was also very sorry, but my father's love for me was still very gentle. He didn't blame me for blindly blaming him for the child's illness just now.

Instead, he took the initiative to ask the doctor to help the child with treatment as soon as possible. He also patted me on the back and signaled me to calm down.

"Daughter, it's all my father's fault. I should take my daughter to the hospital to see you!" My father saw me sad about this. He just wanted to find a way to blame himself.

I knew my father's intention. I felt very guilty. It was my own reason. All the evils were caused by me.

"Dad, I was wrong just now. It's not your fault!" I said with great heartache.