Upon hearing Yuejin’s mother’s request, Feng Qingxue did not refuse.
She kept a good private diet, and her breast milk was always plentiful. Now that Xibao had started eating complementary food and milk powder, she usually used a breast pump to extract the excess milk and store it in her space, anyway, she wouldn’t actively breastfeed other children.
No matter how well other people’s children were taken care of, they couldn’t compare to her clean and adorable Xibao.
"Just...." Feng Qingxue pulled Yuejin’s relieved mother closer and whispered, "Ma’am, I’ve started menstruating. It started yesterday. If you mind, there’s half a can of formula that Xibao has left at home." She had poured the formula into a malt essence canister.
The formula she fed her son was all imported and high-end formula.
She had no choice. It’s not that she didn’t support domestic products, but she couldn’t trust them.
She said this because she remembered some people believed that milk produced during menstruation was dirty.
In fact, medically there’s no such belief, the quality and quantity of milk after menstruation remains basically unaffected.
"What am I gonna mind? How many women nowadays still have milk more than half a year after giving birth? Women who have milk are lucky and good daughters-in-law! Good health and good food produce good milk." Yuejin’s mother didn’t mind at all. Instead, she happily suggested, "Since you started menstruating, you can get pregnant. While Lu Jiang is home, strive to give the Lu family another chubby boy!"
"One Xibao is enough to give me a headache." He’s already become so naughty before he’s eight months. Lu Jiang stays at home all day, lifting him up high, changing his diapers, washing his diapers, which finally liberates me.
A second child? Depend on fate.
Her body just started menstruating, and Lu Jiang would be home for just over ten more days, so there was no guarantee she would get pregnant.
While the two women talked, they arrived at Zhang’s house. Half a chicken had already been simmered, and the aroma filled the yard.
Wang Jiao was so tempted that she drooled, sticking her face to the unsealed window gap to sniff. Little Goudan was so famished in his swaddle that he was humming and hawing. His spirit and vigor were no match for Xibao’s. He was thin and small, and dark.
Wang Jiao also thought he looked dark, so she suggested to her cousin who was breastfeeding Goudan, "I think we should call him Black Egg."
Next to Feng Qingxue’s fair skin, Goudan looked unbearably dark.
After feeding Goudan to his fill, Feng Qingxue skillfully burped him and waited for him to fall asleep before placing him beside Wang Jiao’s pillow under the blanket.
When she placed the blanket, a strong smell of oil hit her face.
Looking carefully, Wang Jiao’s wedding quilt had oily, grimy stains around the edges, specifically the part that was close to the neck and chin while sleeping, making it evident that this quilt had probably never been washed.
"Cousin, if you’re too lazy to wash the quilt, sew a cloth on the top of the quilt. When it gets dirty, just remove the cloth and wash it."
"Xiaoxue, you’re really clever!" Wang Jiao’s eyes lit up, "I’ll ask my mother-in-law to sew it on tomorrow, this way it will look clean. I’m in confinement, my mom said doing needlework during the confinement can harm the eyes."
Upon hearing this, Feng Qingxue was speechless.
Nonetheless, Wang Jiao, holding her hand, confided, "Xiao Xue, you must tell my mother-in-law and Yuejin that I must eat well in order to have milk."
You certainly need to eat well in order to produce milk, but Feng Qingxue knew better than to say this out loud.
Wang Jiao’s condition in the countryside is known as craving milk, which is quite common. As long as the new mother’s meals include meat and vegetables and satisfy her appetite, her breast milk will naturally come in.
"Alright, you take good care of yourself during confinement, I’ll come visit you when I have time." Feng Qingxue got up and said goodbye to Yuejin’s mother who had just entered.
Yuejin’s mother hurriedly insisted: "Your brother-in-law has stewed an old hen, you should stay and have some soup and some meat." It would be ungracious to let her come and breastfeed their grandchild without offering anything in return.
"Leave it for my cousin to eat. She needs to nourish her body during confinement, so you don’t have to be polite with me." Feng Qingxue gently declined, "If my cousin still doesn’t have enough breast milk, I will come over to feed Goudan tomorrow, or I can manually extract the milk, and you can reheat it at my place for Goudan to eat. But I’m sorry if there’s really no milk."
..My sister had two children one after another, one had a full supply of milk from just drinking a bowl of egg tea, the other would run out of milk if she didn’t eat meat for a meal. As a result, the former regained her figure after postpartum, while the latter gained dozens of pounds during breastfeeding, which is laughable!