"Why is the milk I carry in the milk bag still in the milk bag?" "It's broken!" "The milk I worked so hard to carry!"
As a breastfeeding mother, what I cherish most is my child's food rations.
Last night, when I came home from get off work carrying breast milk, my baby was crying and wanted to go to sleep. I put down my things and went to put her to sleep.
My child's father was kind enough to help me put the ice cubes in the milk bag into the refrigerator, but he left the milk behind.
I got up at night and picked it up, "Hey, why is the milk bag so light on my back? Did I already put it in the refrigerator and didn't remember it?" To be honest, postpartum forgetfulness is common.
My baby is still fussy at night, and I only sleep for four or five hours here and there. Sleep deprivation is a daily occurrence.
When I picked up the milk bag to go to work the next day, I discovered that the two bags of milk were still in the milk bag.
was furious.
made various accusations against her husband.
When the child saw me accusing her dad, she also ran to slap her dad. I don’t know whether to praise her for being smart or reflect on myself.
is late for work.
I have been feeling uncomfortable on the road. Firstly, the milk is gone, and the baby's food rations are gone. Secondly, I blame myself for not keeping the precious milk well. Thirdly, the quarrel has affected the child. Fourthly, my husband did not mean it. He is just like this and unreliable.
I think of what a psychiatrist said: once a bad emotion occurs, think about it and let it go.
has to go to work again.
