It’s almost 17:30. We have to put away the toys quickly, tidy up the house quickly, and clean up the hair and garbage quickly, otherwise the people who work to make money will scold us...
After giving birth to Dabao on November 21, 2018 , thinking that the days would get smoother and smoother, but the following days were the beginning of suffering! The father of the child thought that I would only take care of the child at home, and he didn’t need me to cook for him. Meals for one person were simple and easy to prepare. I sleep when the children sleep, and I play when the children play. After two months of postpartum lochia and hair growth, the baby's milk volume was relatively small and he couldn't finish the milk on one side. She was a new mother and didn't know anything, so she expressed it by hand as she learned from Baidu. It was squeezed until it became inflamed, and hard lumps appeared every now and then. When the child cries, no one helps to hold her, and she doesn’t even get food. Her father changes clothes after get off work and goes to play ball. He never asks if you have eaten? Can you handle it? Do you want me to take care of the kids for a while?
While squeezing the hard lump, the tears he was holding back finally couldn't be held back anymore. He recalled the sad journey from pregnancy to the birth of the child. Only he can understand it! The more I recall, the sadder it becomes. The child belongs to me alone. It’s not my responsibility to take care of it, not to be in good health, not to be sick. It’s not my fault to eat less milk and have a thin body...
When I fell into this emotion, I chose to be silent. Bear it without saying a word, because I know no one will love me, pity me, I am struggling in my heart,
After a few minutes, I will comfort myself until my heart becomes excited, because I know that I can't just say it. Temper will affect the amount and quality of milk, which is not good for your child and even worse for yourself!
It's like what others say about taking chicken blood. Yes, I gave myself chicken blood. After all, I had no choice. Firstly, there is no income, secondly, there is no good husband-in-law, and thirdly, there is no good family background. How can I still be alive, just because I am the mother of my child? My mother left me to be raised by my grandmother, and my father never cared about me. He even said that the certificates he took home for first and second place in school exams were set on fire... If they could do this to me, I accepted my fate. , but I can't do this to my own children, right? I can never be like them. Every time I take these chicken blood injections, I come back to life and continue to survive, just to raise my children.
Days pass by, and I have lived this kind of life too many times, and I have become like this: the more I struggle, the harder I grow!
Hello everyone, I am Xiaolingyu, a newbie who hopes to grow through self-media. Thank you for your support and likes! I hope we can accompany our children and earn a little money, come on!
