The family also entered the house, and Xiaoxiao and Yang Ming returned to their own room. As soon as Yang Ming entered, he comforted his wife, "Wife, don’t take it to heart, let them have their own kids."
"Okay." Although Xiaoxiao agreed, her heart still felt unpleasant. If the Yang family found out that she couldn’t have children, would they still allow her and Yang Ming to stay together?
After all, carrying on the family line was a major matter here. "Husband, if I still can’t have children in a few more years, you should find soone else."
"What are you talking about? You’re not allowed to say such things ever again." Hearing his wife say these words, Yang Ming felt heartache. How could he possibly find soone else? His heart had room for only his wife.
"Hehe." Xiaoxiao gave an embarrassed laugh, then went to the side of the kang bed to check on Liufu.
Little Liufu had grown a lot, gaining eight pounds in just a few days, and his face had filled out. His little face whitened, his eyebrows darkened, and his eyes were particularly spirited. If you waved sothing in front of him, his head would follow, showing that the child’s eyesight was good.
Xiaoxiao had also tested his hearing; if she suddenly clapped her hands, the child would look for the source of the sound, indicating that his hearing was fine, too.
Watching this little life grow day by day, Xiaoxiao marveled at the magic of life.
"Husband, our son really changes every day." Xiaoxiao expressed her sentintality, thinking about how there were neither caras nor smartphones here. If there were, she would definitely take a lot of pictures.
"Yeah, last ti he still had white eyebrows, look at him just a few days later." Yang Ming also ca over to look at Little Liufu, saying with emotion.
The two of them stared at the child like this, growing more and more fond of him, but suddenly, the child who was sound asleep arched his head and spat up milk, which terribly frightened them both.
Xiaoxiao quickly held the child upright and gently patted his back, comforting him with her voice, "Liufu, don’t cry, don’t cry, you’ll feel better after you’ve spit up."
Yang Ming also hurried to find a cloth to wipe the child’s mouth, saying as he wiped, "Son, don’t cry, it’s not uncomfortable."
The sight of the child vomiting broke their hearts, and they soothed him until he finally cald down, stopped vomiting, and stopped crying.
They quickly laid the child down and helped him change out of his dirty clothes.
The two temporary parents worried that sothing might be wrong with the child like this, so they sought advice from their relatives. The family mbers said that it is normal for a child to spit up milk, that all children do it, and it wasn’t a big problem; perhaps he had eaten too much or didn’t eat well. Feed him a little less, and the child would slowly get better, they explained.
After hearing this from their family mbers, the two of them felt reassured, and they also thought that they were probably too nervous, that the family mbers had more experience in these matters than they did.
But in the middle of the night, the child vomited milk again, and Xiaoxiao’s heart ached. Vomiting is distressing for adults, let alone a child, but the child was too young to speak and could only express himself with his crying.
After a busy ti, the child finally fell asleep.
"Husband, could the child be sick?"
"Let’s observe a bit more tomorrow. If he still vomits, we’ll go to town to find a doctor."
They went to sleep with restless hearts, but the next morning, the thing that worried them happened; the child vomited again.
Xiaoxiao really couldn’t stay calm anymore, "Husband, let’s go see a doctor."
"Okay, I’ll go get a doctor."
"No, husband, to save ti, let’s take the child there."
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