The sea, which had become bluish due to lack of oxygen, was sent to the intensive care unit after breathing smoothly.He held back in the birth canal for too long, afraid of damaging his brain and needing treatment.Compared with his sister, the sea is very small and very weak. Because of the incorrect posture, he refused to come out, causing his mother to suffer.
After Zhao Lanxiang finished producing the sea, he took a breath and looked at him for the last time, fainting faintly.
He Songbai hugged his daughter, who was only half a day old, and wondered whether to cry or laugh. His eyes were flushed, his eyes were dim, and his eyes were tightly clutching his wife who had fallen asleep in bed.
The baby in his arms cried more than ever, louder than louder.
...
Zhao Lanxiang stayed awake until noon the next day, and she opened her eyes to He Songbai's head lying on her bed.
She reached out and touched it gently, and the green head lifted up in a miserable manner.
He hugged her tightly and murmured: "You freaked me out...you don't want to scare me like this again."
"You are very eager to give birth to Tang Tang and the sea safely. I will never let you risk having children again..."
As he said his tears came out unconsciously, he took a deep breath and looked at his snow-white wife, calming the trembling in his heart.
Zhao Lanxiang wiped away the tears of the man, and said softly: "Don't cry, the man will not flick when he has tears."
The man wiped his face uncomfortably and asked hoarsely, "Do you feel any discomfort, are you hungry?"
He said that he had to uncover her quilt and visit her wounds.
Zhao Lanxiang blushed suddenly.
He Songbai glanced at it carefully, and then asked her some physical feelings.Zhao Lanxiang shook his head again and again, saying no.He was relieved.
"What about Tangtang and the sea?"
He Songbai's voice was restrained and could not be refused: "Eat the porridge first, and then tell you when it is finished."
He brought a bowl of pork liver and blood porridge to his wife's bed, squeezed the spoon with his thumb, and slowly put it on his mouth to blow.Blow a spoonful and feed a spoonful, the rice in the bowl is bright and oily, just like a layer of enamel, brown porridge mixed with green onion, fragrant, the entrance melts.
Zhao Lanxiang was hungry for a day, and her belly rice hadn't come in. The aroma of fresh food made her pantothenic acid sore. She opened her mouth and hurriedly ate spoonful and spoonful, and soon a bowl of porridge came to an end.
She asked about two babies.
He Songbai glanced at his wife who finally recovered a little bit of flesh, and the young face finally burst into the joy of being a father.He had two more blood relatives overnight, and this double surprise made him happy and tired.
He hugged his daughter Tang Tang, a little pink dumpling with a blushing face and sparse but soft hair.
Zhao Lanxiang holds the soft baby, a little light weight, but for her, it is as heavy as the whole world.
Her eyes burst into tears, her lips pressed against the girl's tender skin and kissed.
She asked, "What about the sea?"
He Songbai said: "The sea is a little weak, and the doctor will not hug me. I will take you to see him later."
His voice was calm and thick, with a man's deep, hoarse and sweet, Zhao Lanxiang suffocated after listening to his heart, as if he could not breathe.
He Songbai was most afraid of being too sad and too laborious during her confinement, so she spoke to her in such an understatement.
He held his wife and calmly said: "Don't think about it, the sea just needs to adjust your body and put it in a warm box to assist in treatment."
"You feed Tang Tang first. She hasn't had milk before she was born... After feeding, let's go to see the sea."
Tang Tang cried in time, and the soft cry of the baby crashed into the softest depth in Zhao Lanxiang's heart.
She opened the dress and let the child suck.
After a short rest, he started to wash up the diapers of two dolls. This diaper was cut out of cotton cloth by Zhao Lanxiang himself. It is soft, skin-friendly and breathable. It is better than the fashionable paper diapers sold outside.
He Songbai, who was just bitter to wash diapers by hand, was particularly difficult to wash in hot weather, but He Songbai himself did not feel bitter.
He was an authentic farmer. He was accustomed to picking up feces and manure and manure from a young age. Later, pig farming was accompanied by stinky pigs every day. It was neither dirty nor smelly. It was not difficult to manage two milk dolls.
After washing his diapers, he found that his son was pulling, and the sea cried a few times, and his tender buttocks were blushed with blush.
He Songboli peeled off the sea and cleaned it up, filled the bathtub with hot water and took a shower.
He held the little baby boy in one hand and rubbed the foam in the other hand. The skin of the sea was washed pink with hot water, and he cried with his throat.He Songbai hummed a ballad, and stroked his son's soft body with a thumbs.
He Songbai had to support him in several postures, waiting for him to comfortably, squinting his eyes drowsyly.
"Smelly kid." He Songbai nodded him, and quickly dried the body of the baby doll and wrapped him in cloth.
Zhao Lanxiang saw the man's fluent and skillful manner, listening to his softly humming songs, and he could not help thinking of the scene when he bathed the piglet. He was so cheerful and comfortable at the same time, and he was intimately waiting for the integration. Among them, it seems that the child is not holding the piglet in his hand.
Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help but looked at it.
He Songbai finished the sea, and Tang Tang howled again. He Songbai changed a pot of water and took a shower for her daughter.Because he gave birth to twins, he had to do double work, and what the sea did, Tang Tang had to do with it. Otherwise, Tang Tang's overbearing temperament would certainly not be relied on, and he was crying with confidence.
He Songbai coaxed her daughter warmly, "We Tangtang is a little girl who loves cleanliness, and every day makes his father want to take a bath."
"Daddy sing to you."
"The red star is shining brightly, the red star is bright and warm, and the red heart is the heart of our workers and peasants..."
Zhao Lanxiang looked at the hot water that was poured out of a basin and couldn't help but envy him.
After He Songbai washed her daughter, she got a scented baby doll full of milk fragrance, and then suddenly met the desire and envy of his wife, his throat rolled involuntarily:
"You want to take a shower too?"
After Tang Tang took a shower, he fell asleep with satisfaction, and He Songbai whispered to his wife, "Grandma said, confinement can not take a bath."
Zhao Lanxiang counted for several days, "It's not too bad these days, let me wash it while the weather is hot."
Sitting in confinement in this autumn tiger-like season is a kind of torment.The sweaty smell of the whole body was mixed with the smell of milk. The sour taste made Zhao Lanxiang, who loved cleanliness, unbearable. This period of time was definitely the most embarrassing day in her life.Zhao Lanxiang looked at He Songbai in silence.
He Songbai was seen completely lost his temper, he called another pot of water, wringed out the towel.
"It's okay to wipe your body, not a bath."
He didn't want to do it for him either. This kind of work that caught the hearts of people was more painful than joyful, but if he didn't stare, she would definitely be greedy and clean, and the whole person was so indifferent in the water.
He unbuttoned her pajamas silently, his thumb pulled the last button, and dazzling white jumped into his vision.
The woman's mature and graceful body is slightly bent, folded into a seductive and shy pose.
Zhao Lanxiang watched his stupefied gaze, from cheeks all the way to the base of his neck, and he couldn't help but hugged his body and said shyly: "I wipe it myself."
The bright sun reflected on her body, the skin exposed was white and soft, just like a girl.Her expression of shyness and timidity was very different from her usual boldness and enthusiasm. He Songbai was miraculously bored by her shy eyes and became angry.
The author has something to say: *
Ping Shengjun: Years of hard-washing techniques have finally come in handy
The light microphone was handed to Brother Bo. May I ask Mr. Bo, what is your experience?
Brother Bo: Wash the pigs (hurry to change the tongue) Uh... No, the posture should be correct and the singing should be gentle when washing the baby
Xiangxiang: "..."