"I feel like I can't bear it any longer, really. I tell myself every day to bear it, to bear the heat, the stink, and the lochia. I'm really going crazy...

The child is not obedient and often cries. He wants me to hold him to sleep at night. It is really hot and he is sweating all over, but as soon as I put him down, he starts crying.

I was really too tired to hold him anymore, and I also felt that I smelled bad to him, so I cruelly put him down, thinking that he would cry and stop when he was tired of crying.

But your brother felt sorry for the child and couldn't bear to hear him crying. He said I was cruel and blamed me for not holding the child.

My mother was also distressed. When she heard the baby crying, she asked me to feed the baby and asked me if the baby was hungry, even though I had just fed him...

I feel like they only have the child in their eyes, not me as a person. Moreover, I feel really guilty and upset. I am really going to collapse..."

Fu Xiaocui cried and said a lot of things, sobbing. She felt that she was no longer a human being after giving birth to the child. She was just a breastfeeding tool. She couldn't get tired or sleepy and had to be on call at all times. But she was also in great pain.

Other people’s children fall asleep after eating and don’t move at all when they fall asleep.

But, the baby she gave birth to is a toddler. He needs to be held to sleep and cries at the slightest provocation. It’s so annoying!

Fu Xiaocui herself was puzzled. Her mother didn't seem to be in pain after giving birth to so many children, but she was already broken down by just one child.

"Sister-in-law, I'll find someone with experience in babysitting to help you look after the baby at night. You need to get enough rest. If you don't get enough rest and you're in such a hot and humid environment, you'll naturally feel miserable.

If our body smells, we can wash it. If we cut our hair, we will feel refreshed. If we get rashes or prickly heat on our body, we can apply some medicine to cure them.

The temperature in the room is high, and it's not easy to use the fan while you're still in confinement, so we put a lot of ice cubes to cool it down.

Also put up a shade shed in the yard, and when there is no wind, you can go out for a walk in the yard to make you feel better.

Let the nanny and the aunt take care of the child, and you should take good care of yourself and get some rest, okay?"

Fu Xiaocui listened to her solutions one by one, and she immediately felt relieved. The suffocating feeling that had been entangled with her subsided a lot.

"Okay, okay, thank you, Chu Yu, thank you..." Fu Xiaocui wiped her tears and said, "Just like my mom said, after I moved to the city and had a good life for two years, I became really pampered."

"What's wrong with being spoiled? If you weren't aiming for a better life, why would you have worked so hard to get into college?"

Song Chuyu said with a smile,

"We just want to live a delicate life, love ourselves, and make ourselves live comfortably. Suffering is not worth singing about, nor is it worth learning from.

For someone like that old lady, is it really not painful for her to give birth and raise a child? It is tiring too, but life is so poor that she can't even fill her stomach, so she won't dream of anything else.

We care about these spiritual needs because now that we have enough food to eat, we begin to pursue higher things. This is not a bad thing but a good thing because this is what we are fighting for.

Sister-in-law, don’t feel like you are no longer yourself just because you have a child. Use the money you have to improve your living conditions and make yourself more comfortable and happier.

When you are not so tired and look at your child again, you will find that he is very cute and will bring you a different sense of happiness and satisfaction.

This is also the happiness that no one else can give you, but the premise is that you have to take good care of your body and not overload it all the time.

I can’t even survive, I can’t live well, how can I have the energy to love my children well? "

Fu Xiaocui listened to these words and nodded repeatedly, but she asked in confusion,

"Chu Yu, how do you know so much? I think what you said is so right. It's really thought-provoking. No one else will say such things to me except you, but I really need to hear such words. I think this is what it means to be truly alive."

Song Chuyu smiled faintly, without further explanation, and just urged her, "Sister-in-law, get up and move somewhere else first, I'll ventilate your room..."

"Okay, okay." Fu Xiaocui agreed.

Under Song Chuyu's arrangement, Fu Xiaocui cut her long hair, washed her hair, wiped her body, put a lot of ice in the house, and set up a pergola outside, and the temperature dropped immediately.

After being irritable and depressed for half a month, Fu Xiaocui felt that she was finally alive again.

Once I felt better, my milk supply improved and I no longer had to replenish it specially. The baby seemed to be able to feel that my mood had stabilized and he no longer cried all the time.

Although the baby still needs to be held and fed while sleeping, she no longer needs to be held in the arms all the time. With a nanny to help with washing diapers and cooking, Mother Fu can free up her hands to help take care of the child more.

Fu Xiaocui can really rest more.

When she was finally out of confinement, Fu Xiaocui gradually adapted to life with a baby. Because she had someone to help her, she was not so tired. When the baby woke up, she would interact and talk with him with a smile.

Watching the child grow up day by day, his little face becoming more and more handsome, and his various little movements being very cute, the happiness of being a mother filled her heart and slowly healed her.

Although most of my relatives and friends are not in Beijing, my son Doudou’s full moon party was quite lively with the presence of my close relatives.

Yes, Fu Xiaocui nicknamed her son Doudou, and his full name was given by Song Yuanqi, namely Song Ziyi.

Fu Xiaocui thought it sounded nice and had no objection at all, but she still shouted "Dou Dou, Dou Dou" every day.

The child is one month old, the summer vacation is over, and school is about to start again.

Fu Xiaocui went straight to school, and expressed her milk in advance and kept it there. She could go home at noon, and not go if she didn’t have classes. She could also ask for leave if the child was making a fuss. She didn’t need to take a leave of absence from school at all.

Because her mother and the nanny shared most of the parenting chores, Fu Xiaocui was able to handle it with ease and felt that her life was comfortable and satisfying.

And all of this was once again Song Chuyu who helped her open a new door, allowing her to break away from her past cognition, no longer be entangled by children and housework, but pay more attention to her own feelings.

She also discovered that only by loving herself could she love her son and husband better, and bring them smiles and concern rather than complaints and anger.

At first, Song Yuan thought that since they already had their mother-in-law to help, why did they still need to hire a nanny? He thought that this was too petty bourgeois and had some problems with their work style, so he was a little resistant.

However, seeing his wife's mental state improving day by day, and seeing her happy and energetic again, Song Yuan also felt that this was indeed a good thing.

When Song Chuyu came to visit his nephew again, Song Yuan thanked her gratefully.

“Chu Yu, if you hadn’t helped your sister-in-law, she wouldn’t have recovered so quickly, and we wouldn’t have lived so comfortably.”

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