Thanks to the good fortune of her husband working here, Li Xiaobing was given the benefit of staying in a single ward, where she could be alone with her children.
"Sister Li." He Xiangyu knocked on the door and shouted loudly.
"Come in." Li Xiaobing responded.
The two then entered the ward.
I saw Li Xiaobing sitting alone on the bed holding her baby, with a caregiver standing next to me and walking out first when she saw the guest.
"Sit down quickly." Li Xiaobing greeted the two junior sisters with his mouth warmly. He was holding the child in his hands and could not free his hands to make other movements.
He Xiangyu and Xie Wanying did not sit down, but curiously walked over to watch the senior sister feeding the child.
Li Xiaobing's face was filled with the happy smile of being a mother, and her left hand caressed her son's little head lovingly. Xiao Dongliang sucked her mother's breast so hard that her forehead became sweaty.
"He's a little impatient, and he might be hungry down there. I usually have to express more breast milk for him and send it to the neonatal department." Li Xiaobing said about her son.
Hearing this, He Xiangyu offered her treasure and said: "Senior sister, I made fish porridge for you. People say that eating fish can help you produce milk."
"Can't drinking fish soup help you produce breast milk?" Li Xiaobing asked.
"It's the same, you can make milk by nourishing your body."
The second senior sister helped senior sister Li scoop the fish porridge. Xie Wanying took out some baby mouth towels she bought and showed them to the senior sister.
Gushu "This thing is good." Li Xiaobing was very grateful for the small towel she sent. He took one and wiped the sweat on his son's head. The more he wiped it, the more he praised her and said, "Yingying, you
I’m pretty good at shopping, and this little towel absorbs sweat very well.”
Xie Wanying was happy to be able to buy what her senior sister and her children needed. She turned around and helped her to clean up the messy things on the table.
After his son finished feeding, Li Xiaobing wanted to change the position of the baby and stroke his lower back as a pat on the back, but it was a bit difficult.
Xie Wanying took the initiative to reach out her hand and said: "Sister, I'll come."
Patting the child on the back after eating milk is to prevent the child from spitting up and overflowing milk, but it is not necessary to pat the back. For example, when an adult's stomach is overstretched after eating, it will be relieved by standing up and moving around.
He Xiangyu stood nearby. She had never been a mother before and could only look at the brave little junior sister with admiration.
The baby is like a small ball of flesh, cute and fragile. What's more, Xiao Dongliang has rescued it before, and it makes people feel like they are afraid of melting when they are held under the tongue. She, He Xiangyu, is so scared that she dare not hold her, for fear of breaking it.
It was broken.
Most people who have never held a child are indeed afraid of holding a child. For example, Li Xiaobing, a first-time mother, was very careful when she held her son for the first time, as if she was afraid of breaking it.
I'm afraid of returning, because I have to hold my own son.
The fact is that as long as you master the essentials of holding a child, you don’t need to be afraid of holding the child at all. The child’s neck is mainly soft and needs to be protected by adults’ hands. The gravity point of the child’s body is concentrated on the small buttocks. Hold the child’s small buttocks firmly.
The butt is like holding a vase with a big belly, as long as you hold the big belly firmly, it can basically be stable.
With two hands, the left hand held the child's neck protectively, and the right hand held the child's small buttocks steadily. Xiao Dongliang weighed only a little more than six kilograms in total, not as heavy as a bag of rice weighing ten kilograms, so it was not very heavy. Xie Wanying effortlessly held it
The child was taken from the senior sister's arms.
It seemed that he could feel that the sister who had saved his life was hugging him. When Xiao Dongliang left her mother's arms, she neither cried nor fussed. She stretched her little hands and opened her mouth, as if she was so comfortable that she was about to yawn.