Mother Chen poured out half a bowl of boiled milk. The smell of milk filled the entire kitchen, and even people in the yard could smell it.
Manbao and the others followed Mother Chen into the main room one after another and watched her breastfeed the baby.
The milk still had some taste, which was obviously different from the rice water he drank before, so the child habitually vomited it out.
She couldn't feed her like this several times in a row. Mother Chen couldn't help but feel a little anxious. This milk is not good, how could it be wasted like this?
Mother Chen couldn't help but press his lips and poured the milk in without taking out the spoon.
Qian sat aside and watched, startled, and quickly pulled her hand away. The child had already coughed, and his face turned red first, then a little blue. He moved his hands and feet with difficulty, and then the movements became slower and slower.
Man Bao was not happy anymore. He pushed Chen's mother and picked up the child. He turned around and handed it to her mother, "Mom, you hold it."
Qian quickly took the child, wiped the vomit out, and gently gave him some relief. Seeing that his movements slowed down, he just let out a low moan, and then took the spoon from Mother Chen's hand.
Feed him carefully.
She said softly to Mrs. Chen who stood up to look at her with concern: "Children also have tempers. They are just like adults. They naturally feel uncomfortable when they are uncomfortable. We are adults. We can speak out when we feel uncomfortable. We can also cry and curse.
He is just a child, nothing is wrong with him, but he is definitely in a bad mood."
Qian said: "You have also heard what the doctor said. This child has been holding back too much. He is feeling a little bad. Plus he is hungry. His temper will definitely be worse than that of ordinary children. You have to obey him at this time, otherwise
Why are you so stubborn with a newborn child? In the end, it’s not you who suffers?”
"Yes." Mrs. Chen responded, glanced at her mother, and said, "Auntie, give him to me and I will feed him."
"No need," Qian said with a smile, "You're not moving right now, and I have nothing to do here, so I'm just going to help you feed you."
Qian put a towel on his chest and carefully fed him, letting him vomit if he vomited.
Children will spit up milk when breastfeeding, let alone goat milk.
In Qian's opinion, the Bai family has sent a whole sheep, are they still worried that the child will not have enough milk?
She patiently followed the child and played the game of feeding me vomit. Compared with the patience of adults, most children cannot compare.
Sure enough, he didn't know whether he was tired and didn't want to vomit anymore, or he was just too hungry to bear it. He took a bite and didn't vomit again.
At this time, less than half of the bowl of milk has bottomed out.
Mother Chen looked at the half-wet towel and felt heartbroken, but when Mrs. Qian looked over, she went to the kitchen and poured another half a bowl.
Qian finished feeding him.
The child was still smacking his mouth, but Qian didn't feed him anymore. "Such a young child doesn't have a big appetite, but you have to feed it frequently and feed it again after an hour."
Zhou Hu came in from outside and asked with concern: "Did he drink it?"
Qian carefully wiped off the milk stains on his body and said with a smile, "Drink it."
Zhou Hu breathed a sigh of relief, looked down at his youngest son, then at his wife, and said: "From now on, this child will be called Sanshou, and he will be ranked next to his brothers."
This was originally the name they had thought of for their child. It was decided upon when Dafu was born, and it can be used regardless of whether the child is a son or a daughter.
But since the child was born, he has never decided on a name because, like the doctor, he felt that the child's chance of survival was very low.
If you can't survive, of course there is no need to take a name.
But now that the child has drank milk, the hope of survival is even greater.
Qian has raised many children and is very good at taking care of children. Even though Chen is already a mother of two children, she is far behind Qian in this regard.
So the couple listened to her instructions carefully. When she was about to leave, Zhou Hu filled a large basin of sweet wine for her and asked her to take it back to eat.
He grinned and said, "Auntie, this sweet wine replenishes blood and warms the body. Take it back and give it to Brother Dalang to have a taste."
Zhou Dalang suffered internal bleeding from a fight some time ago and has been recuperating at home.
Qian did not refuse and accepted
Got off.
Man Bao volunteered to carry it.
Of course, she couldn't lift it alone, so Bai Shanbao helped her.
It wasn't like Mrs. Qian was really powerless, so she directly picked up the basin from the two men's hands, glanced at them and said, "Go home quickly."
Zhou Hu also wanted to send some sweet wine to the Bai family, but felt that it was too cheap to send as a gift at the moment.
Qian was not sensitive to other people's family affairs, so she led the two children back to Lao Zhou's house without realizing it.
She couldn't help praising her two children, of course the one she emphatically praised was Bai Shanbao. She touched his little head and said with a smile: "Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. No matter whether Sanshou survives in the end, you will succeed."
If you have good luck, there will always be blessings in the future."
Bai Shanbao looked at Qian with bright eyes.
The excitement at Zhou Hu's house only lasted for one day. Today, relatives and friends came to see Mr. Chen and the children, and gave them rice, noodles and eggs. After completing the etiquette, they dispersed. Everyone went to do whatever they needed to do. There were still a lot of things in the fields.
There is work to be done.
Chen's mother stayed to take care of the Chen family, but there was no other way. Zhou Hu's parents had passed away two years ago, and there was no one in the family to take care of the Chen family.
Manbao and Bai Shanbao felt that they were destined to Sanshou, so they often went to their house to see him after school. Chen was still lying in bed unable to move, but Sanshou grew up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
First, his face became less pale. It was said that he ate eight times a day, each time with a small bowl. Then the red wrinkles on his face faded a little, and his facial features became clearer. Finally, his crying was no longer soft.
It was very tight. Once he peed, he started to cry uncomfortably. Although it didn't scare Manbao, the sound was a lot louder.
Because of this, although Mrs. Chen was still lying down and unable to get out of bed, the smile on her face became more numerous.
Man Bao was attracted by this little doll and forgot about Poria. One day, Zhou Lang came back limping with a basket of wild mushrooms on his back. She realized that she had never found it again at home.
Poria cocos, but the wild mushroom business is doing well.
But obviously, this business has also been hit now.
Zhoulang was very angry and put down his backpack and said: "Although the mountain is divided, unless there are good trees or things grown by oneself, the game growing in this mountain has never been heard of belonging to one family alone. It's better for the two of them.
They just used hoes to chase us away. Fortunately, we ran fast, otherwise they would have robbed us of everything in the basket."
Wu Lang was also very angry, "Fourth brother fell behind while carrying something. Fortunately, he didn't break any bones. Otherwise, they would have looked better."