Seeing Lu Jiang washing the nappies, Little Fatty chortled with delight, the only thing missing was him clapping his hands.
Feng Qingxue turned herself aside, making sure Lu Jiang didn’t see this, otherwise, he might be angry to death.
"Two to three times?" Upon hearing that his son poops two to three times a day, and definitely urinates more often than that, Lu Jiang’s face turned even greener. He shook out the cleaned nappy and couldn’t help raising his voice, "Are you saying that Xibao will poop at least one more time today?" He needed to wash another poop-soiled nappy?
Feng Qingxue nodded with a smile, "That’s normal. I’ve kept many parenting diaries. You can take a careful look at them."
To understand their son’s daily life and his reactions at each stage.
"I will read them for sure!" Despite complaining about Little Fatty, Lu Jiang loved him more than anything. Just as he was about to say something more, he saw his wife turning towards the living room, "Honey, is Xibao going to sleep now?" His voice laced with excitement.
Feng Qingxue continued moving, "How can it be that fast? He hasn’t had his milk yet!"
After he finishes, he will sleep.
When he’s asleep, he’s exceptionally peaceful, like an angel, a white and chubby angel.
When Lu Jiang tiptoed in, he found his wife had also fallen asleep. The shadows under her eyes indicated that she hadn’t had a good sleep since their child was born.
After tucking in the blanket for the mother and son, Lu Jiang opened the diary his wife had on her bedside table.
The diary contained everything from her reactions and diet during pregnancy, the scene of childbirth, and everything that happened each day since their son was born. It included all the details about eating, drinking, pooping, peeing, and sleeping, from his red and wrinkled face at birth to his chubby appearance now. From being fed milk every hour initially to now being fed four or five times a day, along with various foods, his first roll over, sit up to now crawling, teething, and all the adorable actions he made while craving for food...
Lu Jiang was about to continue reading when he heard someone knocking on the door. He hid the diary under the pillow and went to answer the door.
"Ah? Lu Jiang, you’re back? Yes, I heard you are!" Although Zhang Yuejin was younger than Lu Jiang, he was married to Feng Qingxue’s cousin. He wiped the sweat off his face, "Is your wife at home? Come with me quickly!"
"What happened?" Lu Jiang asked.
He noticed Zhang Yuejin was a complete mess as if he had fallen on the way. He was covered in snow, and there was an ugly bruise on his forehead.
What’s more, he was wearing mismatched shoes.
Zhang Yuejin finally remembered why he came, he slapped his forehead and said, "Jiaojiao is in labor, she’s in such pain at home! I came to get your wife to help at our place! We have to hurry!"
Upon hearing this, Lu Jiang quickly woke Feng Qingxue up.
Feng Qingxue put on a military coat and boots, picked up a medical box, and told him, "You stay home and watch Xibao, I’ll be right back!"
Looking at the soundly sleeping Xibao one more time, Lu Jiang reluctantly agreed. He walked her to the door, "Be careful on the road, don’t trip and fall like him."
"I got it, the milk powder and the bottle are in the bedside table. I don’t know when I’ll be back. Feed him with the milk powder if he’s hungry."
The diary has recorded how much milk powder to feed him.
The snow was deep. The more people walked on it, the harder it became, and it was easy to slip too.
Feng Qingxue, in her military boots, decided to walk on the untouched snow. She trailed behind the fast-paced Zhang Yuejin, panting heavily by the time she arrived at his house. She was immediately pulled in by the anxious Miao Fengqin.