Yang Chu Chu lay on the bed and slept in a daze for a while. What woke her up was the cry of a baby. She instinctively opened her eyes and saw her mother hugging her son and gently comforting her. But it still couldn't be done. The little guy was hungry.
There are two doctors standing next to them. Looking at the baby crying loudly, they suggest that the little guy start drinking breast milk.
Luo Jinyu stood beside him, at a loss. Even though he was used to being vigorous in the company, he didn't know what to do next. He only knew that his wife was very tired and his son was very hungry. The doctor's suggestion worried him, so he asked, "Chuchu is very weak now. How can I feed the baby?"
The doctor replied with a smile, "after a woman gives birth to a baby, she will start to have breast milk for the baby to drink. She needs the little guy to suck it himself. Don't look at the baby just born. Her ability to drink is still very strong. If it doesn't work, we have professional lactation doctors here to help Mrs. Luo."
"Bring it over and let him try." Yang Chuchu has almost rested. At this moment, she can't care about anything else, but she doesn't want to hear her son cry any more.
Cheng Ying gives the child to her. Yang Chuchu looks at such a small child. For a moment, he is stunned and doesn't know how to hold him.
The doctor gently guided her from the side so that she could properly hold the little guy in her arms.
Yang Chuchu also didn't care about shame. With the help of the doctor, he let his son drink triumphantly.
The little guy clenched his two small fists. He really used his milk strength. He couldn't help it. There was no stock in his stomach. His primitive instinct made him drink desperately.
Yang Chuchu tore the corner of her mouth painfully. She didn't expect that a little guy's strength would be so great, but it seemed that there was milk for him to eat. It was wonderful. Maybe this is the silent words between mother and son. She gave him life and the source of life. Finally, the little guy will repay in another way.
Luo Jinyu stood by, Jun Rong was stunned. Seeing that Yang Chuchu seemed to be in some pain, he was particularly distressed. He really wanted to let the little guy go to milk powder.
But the doctor suggested breastfeeding, because it was the most scientific and nutritious. Breastfeeding could not be replaced by any milk powder.
The little guy ate for a long time. I don't know if he was tired or full. He fell asleep. His little face was not as ruddy and wrinkled as when he was born. The whole person became much more beautiful.
Yang Chuchu looks at her sleeping son in her arms. I can't believe that this is the little cutie she gave birth to after ten months of pregnancy. He looks like an angel.
Yang Chu Chu couldn't help but chuckle. Looking at this cute little face, she suddenly felt that all the pain she had suffered had been rewarded and was worth it.
"Chuchu, give me a hug." Luo Jinyu has been waiting for a long time. On the one hand, he doesn't want to let Yang Chuchu be tired. On the other hand, he really wants to hold his son. He hasn't really looked at him carefully.
"Well, be careful. He's too small." Yang Chuchu reminded him softly.
Luo Jinyu bent down and stretched out his hands, but found that his hand holding the pen trembled slightly.
The little life that has just been born is really too fragile and weak. It's not safe to hold it.
However, Luo Jinyu is still careful. He holds the little guy in his arms. For the first time, he feels like a father. His eyes are so gentle that they seem to drown. He looks at the sleeping baby. Occasionally, he moves his little mouth, as if he wants to drink more milk.
Luo Jinyu can't help being amused by his lovely little actions. Before he was born, he didn't know what kind of responsibility he had to pay as a father. Now, he seems to suddenly understand that he is willing to give him all his love.
"Didn't Dad give him a name last time?" Yang Chuchu looked at Luo Jinyu and was stunned. She couldn't help laughing and asking.
Tang Qi has gone back and is going to send some delicious food to Yang Chuchu. She asked her aunt to make soup and nutritious porridge. Although the hospital also has these to eat, Tang Qi still insists on bringing them from home and giving birth to a big fat boy. She secretly holds back her happiness, but in fact, her heart is already full of joy.
"Yes, my father took a name, Luo Beiyuan, and his nickname is Beibei." Luo Jinyu doesn't understand why his father took these two words, but since they were given by his elders, he was happy to accept them.
"Well, it's good, too." Yang Chuchu nods.
Cheng Ying saw that Luo Jinyu was holding him carefully, and his arms were frozen. He immediately walked over and said, "give me Beibei. I think you're going to sweat."
Luo Jinyu was a little embarrassed: "I'm too excited and nervous, but I'll learn more about how to take care of children in the future."
Cheng Ying listened and couldn't help laughing: "sure enough, my daughter's eyes are not wrong. You will be a good father."
Luo Jinyu was a little embarrassed, and Jun's face was red.
"I'll put Beibei to bed to sleep. I'll go out for a while. Take good care of him." Cheng Ying left the time to them, put the little guy gently on Yang Chuchu's pillow, and got up and left.
Yang Chuchu immediately moved her body, and the pain made her frown. Luo Jinyu quickly and gently concerned: "what's the matter? Does it still hurt? "
"The wound hurts!" Yang Chuchu smiled bitterly: "it really hurts."
Luo Jinyu reached out and held her hand. He found that her hand was slightly cold. He couldn't help but want to warm her with the temperature of his palm.
Yang Chuchu's pain seemed to be suspended. She looked at her son and asked, "my mother said, he looks like you. Where is it?"
"Is it? I think he's more like you. "Luo Jinyu couldn't help laughing and looking at the little guy.
"It's good to be like me. I'll be more handsome than you when I grow up." Yang Chuchu said a little.
"That's not necessarily true. Am I not handsome enough now?" Luo Jinyu asked with a low smile.
"That's enough, but I still hope my son is more handsome than you. Is he better than you?" Yang Chuchu began to be eccentric.
Luo Jinyu shook his head helplessly and complained, "do you have a son, and you don't have my husband in your eyes?"
Yang Chuchu couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, then chuckled and said, "you won't start to be jealous of your son now, will you?"
"Yes!" Luo Jinyu's face was aggrieved: "you can't forget me when you have a son."
"It depends on your performance." Yang Chuchu is a little small, but his heart is sweet. His husband will be jealous. This is a good phenomenon. It means that he will definitely spoil her more in the future.
"I won't give this kid a chance to compete with me." Luo Jinyu held out a finger and gently promoted his son's little face.
"Don't promote him." Yang Chuchu immediately pushed his fingers away.
Luo Jinyu: "..." I can't move if I don't favor him?
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