I am probably the most aggrieved person in confinement. My daughter always cried on the night of the caesarean section, so her father and grandmother took care of her. The next day, her grandmother said that she had not slept all night and it seemed like she had something growing in her eyes. She gave it to her. My aunt called me to talk to me, but my daughter's aunt called me and said why should I let my grandma take care of me? My grandma didn't care and scolded me. I called my mother, and she and my father went to the hospital to check on me and then left because we grew three vegetable greenhouses at home and couldn't live without people. On the third day of hospitalization, I saw a pregnant woman in the same ward. Her mother, mother-in-law and husband were all there, chatting happily, while her mother was making chicken soup and her mother-in-law was making pig's trotters. As for me, my mother-in-law grumbled and complained, the wound was in terrible pain, and my mother was not around. I dragged my barely able body to a corner and cried for a long time. My daughter’s father thought I was greedy for chicken soup, so he went out. I bought some fried chicken for me to eat. I didn’t understand it at the time and I ate a lot of it. I was discharged from the hospital after seven days. On the eighth day, my daughter’s father went out of town. More than a dozen relatives from his family came to see the child. My daughter’s grandmother told me that women who had a natural birth should have a good confinement period, and that mothers who had a caesarean section did not use it because they did not go through the birth canal (they were too young at that time) , didn’t understand anything, and felt that she was strong and strong. Later I realized that the reason why she said that was because her daughter was born naturally, seven days earlier than me). Because my daughter’s grandmother said so, and her grandfather wasn’t very good at cooking, I cooked for a dozen people eight days after having a caesarean section. From that day on, I cooked for the whole family every day, and I did all the feeding, diaper changing, and quilting at night by myself. At that time, my biggest wish was for my daughter to grow up to be five or six years old, because I heard from others that five- or six-year-old children would no longer wet the bed and kick the quilt at night. Now that I think about it, the pain and tiredness at that time are indescribable. From the time the child was born to the age of five or six, I carried him with him during the day and at night. There was never a day of relaxation. I remember that one night when she was about two years old, my daughter’s father’s classmate invited his family to a treat, so he left the child at home for her grandma to watch for dinner. After dinner, when she came home, her grandma half complained and half sarcastically scolded her for the rest of the night. I remember what my daughter’s grandmother said the most at that time was: You are not giving birth to your children for me, and we have no obligation to take care of your children. We will not be able to make money from the children in the future. We will take care of our own children. We gave birth to children at that time. The children were brought up by themselves.

Later, my daughter’s father kept cheating and engaging in domestic violence. After falling into unconsciousness and waking up numerous times, I took my daughter out of his house, rented a house outside, went to work, and sent her to preschool. Every day is like a spinning top. When the school is not open, she has to be sent to the door (because my work place is too far away, so I have to send her off early). She has been told to stand against the wall and not leave even if no one calls her. As soon as the school gate opens, I go in immediately, and then ride an electric bike for fifty minutes non-stop to go to work. In the twelfth lunar month, I have to work overtime every day. After overtime, the leader has to hold a meeting for us. When I leave, it is usually around nine o'clock in the evening. My daughter In the day care center, other students had finished eating and were getting ready to go to bed, but my daughter was still sitting there stupidly waiting for me to take her home (I burst into tears thinking about this). On the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, I had a severe cold with a fever of 39 degrees. On the first day of the lunar new year, my daughter accompanied me to get a vasectomy (her parents’ family has many rules and favors sons over daughters. After getting married, the daughter cannot go home during the Chinese New Year).

I just took my daughter out. When I was young, I had less than 200 yuan and a few pieces of clothes in my pocket. I rented a house for 110 yuan a month. Within a few days after paying the rent, I had only a dozen yuan left. One day at noon My daughter really wanted to eat ramen. I remember that a bowl of ramen cost 3.5 yuan at that time. I didn’t eat a bite. Seeing my daughter eating so deliciously, I couldn’t forget the pain in my heart. I wanted to tell my daughter: Eat more, my child, and eat as hard as you can today. After the meal is over, maybe it will be us and my mother who will starve to death on the streets tomorrow (thinking about this, I still hate my parents a little. At that time, they were only in their early fifties and earned a lot from several greenhouses, but they only thought about their son. I I rarely tell them about my situation). Later, I shamelessly asked the leader to advance 300 yuan, and I was able to survive.

Now that I think about it, ten years have passed and my daughter has grown into a grown-up girl. She is much more sensible than other children of the same age, and she is particularly caring and caring for others. In the past ten years, my daughter's father has not spent a penny on the child, nor has he paid a penny in child support. I heard that he remarried and gave birth to a son, and he left it to his grandparents since he was born. It's because of my grandfather's extravagance that he earns a thousand or eight hundred dollars a month, and he's getting divorced. Thinking of the past, all the difficulties have been overcome. Therefore, in this life, there is no river that cannot be overcome, and good times will always come!

The first one of my two months is also hard to describe.

During the first half of the first month of confinement, my mother-in-law was there. In the second half of the month, I couldn't bear it anymore, so I asked her to go back and let my mother come.

The half month my mother-in-law was here is really hard to describe. She never cared about the child, and I came alone. She said she couldn't hold the child because it was too small. She had two small bumps on her arms. She said she was afraid of infecting the baby [crying]. In fact, they were mosquito bites. She just didn't want to look at the child. .

It’s even more difficult to say when it comes to cooking. She asks you what to eat every day. If you let her figure it out, just keep asking. If you say what you want to eat, I will tell you in three words, I don’t meeting. . . . . . Under normal circumstances, he eats millet porridge in the morning, leftovers at noon, and makes new ones at night because his son comes home for dinner at night. It felt like during the half month she was here, she seemed to eat vegetarian dishes every day, such as fried shredded potatoes, but she never seemed to see meat. She only occasionally made dumplings at night.

Regardless of the child, cooking was just that. Later, it became even more amusing. In the second week after giving birth to the baby, she lay in bed and couldn't get up, saying that she was sick and couldn't get up. I asked my husband to take her to the hospital for medical treatment, but no problem was found anyway.

During my confinement period, I became depressed and cried all the time. It was difficult to take care of the baby, so I took care of it myself 24 hours a day. At that time, I was still sitting down to breastfeed, and my back ached every day. My husband cried to him when he came back, and since his mother lay in bed every day and couldn't get up, he asked my mother-in-law to go back to her hometown to recuperate and let my mother come.

My mother is much better now. After all, she is a biological mother. She eats well and her depression gradually gets better.

On the last day of confinement, my father-in-law called my husband and said that his mother was in the hospital. He was angry with his daughter-in-law. I really don’t know how to describe how I felt at that time. My husband Actually believed it.

Anyway, a lot of things happened the year Dabao was born. We both thought about divorce at that time, but I was so wronged. My mother-in-law lied, and my husband believed her or not.

Time is really a good medicine for wounds. After all these years, that’s it.

I unexpectedly gave birth to my second child last year, and I don’t want anyone to take care of me during the confinement period. My mother is old and in poor health, not to mention my mother-in-law. My husband's half-month paternity leave plus annual leave is almost a month, so that's all I want, and then I can order a month's meal.

Later I found out that a confinement center was opened in my hometown, and the price was acceptable, so I decided to move into the confinement center. This confinement is much more comfortable. Someone takes care of the child and provides food. The relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is also fine, and everyone is relaxed.

I think the confinement center is really good, at least it solves the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. I feel much better, and some postpartum problems such as breast obstruction have been solved. But I have never taken care of my baby, so I don’t worry. He has never left my husband’s sight for 24 hours. Whether he is taking a bath or washing his butt, there is always one of us watching.

I believe that I am the most aggrieved person on the Internet. The main reason is that I just accept the grievances and do not dare to express my anger.

I have been disabled due to polio since I was a child, so I can’t make the final decision in my marriage. In 2008, I was introduced to my husband by someone. The introducer only said that my husband had learned a good technical job and was engaged in decoration. He did not say that he had a mother with mental illness at home. He just said perfunctorily that my husband and his mother were not in good health. Well, it probably won't help us much. My mother saw that my husband was honest and hard-working, so she was very satisfied with the marriage and did not want to go and inquire about his family. We got married after knowing each other for a month.

My eldest son was born in March of the following year. At that time, my mother-in-law was hospitalized for rheumatism on the second floor, and I was in the obstetrics and gynecology department on the third floor. As soon as I came out of the delivery room, the father of the child fell into disarray. I ran down to announce the good news, asking my mother-in-law to come and see us, mother and son, but she said it was not good to go to the confinement room because she would get sick. All right! I endured it.

Three days later, I was discharged from the hospital and returned home. My father-in-law was responsible for killing the chickens and cooking, while my child’s father was responsible for washing clothes and taking care of the children. My father-in-law killed a chicken for me every other day, but I had a small appetite and couldn't eat that much. I thought my mother-in-law was not in good health, so I asked her to eat it. It's terrible to be mentally ill. She first scolded me in all sorts of unpleasant ways, scolding me for being unfilial, scolding me for asking my husband to wash my clothes, scolding me for giving her leftovers that I didn’t eat... she scolded me three times day and night. After three days and nights, the fantasy escalated to the fantasy that the child was not my husband’s, but the illegitimate child of me and another man. (Because she was mentally ill when she was young and had been married many times.) She asked my husband to follow me. When I got divorced, I told my husband not to cook for me. He said he wanted to starve my mother and I to death. He told me to get out. I dared to get angry but didn’t dare to speak. Fortunately, my husband was okay and protected us. The scolding was really unpleasant. , my husband would beat my mother-in-law when she got angry, so that she would be honest for a few days. A few days later, she came up with a new idea. She imagined that my son would be crushed to death by me sleeping (because she once brought a boy to death), and said that we couldn't take care of the child well. If she wanted to take care of the child for us, then we must be. Ten thousand people disagree! As a result, she came to my room hundreds of times a day! No matter day or night, he would open the door "bang bang bang", put his hand on my son's nose to feel it, and then close the door "bang bang bang". Within a few minutes it would come again, over and over again. My husband said she also If I don't listen, when my son hears the banging sound, he will startle whether he is asleep or not, and his whole body will tremble. As for me! I couldn't eat well, couldn't sleep well, and was worried every day. I lost more than 20 kilograms in a month.

Thinking about those thirty days, I don’t know how I survived. I was really crazy and like a madman. I ignored all kinds of unpleasant scoldings. By the way, I even treated my natal family as eighteen She has been scolded for generations, she is too energetic, and her fantasies and auditory hallucinations are also very scary. Everything she has experienced will come to me in her fantasies. It's so scary

Mom and mother-in-law, during the day the mother bathes the baby, changes diapers, and washes the baby's butt. Mother-in-law cooks. do the laundry. It's all about me at night. It’s been half a year since I woke up at night to feed my baby, wash her butt, and change diapers, and my lower back hurts so much! My biological mother cannot stay overnight and has to go back to her own home. My mother-in-law doesn't dare to have sex with the baby. She said she was afraid of hurting him. At night, I was so tired that I couldn't straighten up and didn't even try to help. Say no.

I have obsessive-compulsive disorder. On the last night of confinement, I dragged my uncomfortable body to clean up the messy house. But my husband still had objections, so I cried and had a big argument with him. shelf.

My mother-in-law is not a woman who knows how to do housework. Although she is a rural woman, she is really different from other mothers-in-law. She has never helped me sweep and mop the floor once, and she has never helped me sweep and mop the floor. She didn't clean or scrub the kitchen once for me, and she didn't even change the garbage bags.

So on the last night after I gave birth to my second baby, two tables of people came to my house for dinner. They were all relatives of my husband's family, and they said they were here to see me and the baby.

My husband was busy all afternoon, preparing two tables of dishes. It was getting dark before they started having dinner. My husband had prepared their meals, and before they even had time to take a bite, he hurriedly arranged for my meal.

My mother-in-law was sitting on the sofa with her legs in her arms, chatting with her relatives.

After my husband prepared the meal, my mother-in-law greeted the relatives to eat, while my husband took the time to prepare my meal.

During the dinner, the mother-in-law was in a good mood, spoke loudly, and even invited relatives to drink and sing drinking songs. Although my baby and I were in the bedroom, the noisy sound was endless.

The place after they ate was in a mess. Not only was there oil stains all over the floor, there were also bones scattered everywhere. The ground was wet in large areas, filled with wine spilled on the ground.

I am a person who loves cleanliness. I usually clean up the floors and kitchen countertops at home. I can't stand messiness and mess.

That day, because they were all relatives and came to see me and the baby, I endured the noisy and messy environment, forced a smile, came to greet them, say hello, and express my gratitude to them. grateful.

They probably spent more than two hours eating one meal, and finally returned home happily. My husband, mother-in-law and I sent them outside the door, when the child woke up.

I asked my husband to come see the children, and I walked into the kitchen and dining room, with my mother-in-law following me. I quickly started to clear the dishes, and she followed me, but she looked like she didn't know what to do. She also wiped the bones, vegetable scraps and oil soup on the table directly onto the floor. The oil splashed everywhere, and there was no way to catch it in a bowl.

I was very unhappy when I saw her like that, so I told her, Mom, you go sweep and mop the floor, and I will take care of it.

As a result, I found that she straightened her back while sweeping and mopping the floor, and then weakly waved the broom and mop. The most important thing was that she only cleaned the middle places, the corners of the wall, and the corners of the table. There was no sweeping or mopping.

I couldn't help but hold back the dissatisfaction in my heart and said, Mom, you can keep it, I'll do it myself, look at you, only dragging the middle part , don’t care about that corner.

She said, just mop casually, then she put down the mop and went to sit in the living room.

I washed the dishes and wiped the table, cleared the kitchen countertop, and swept and mopped the floor for almost an hour. During this period, my husband kept urging me to see the children and take them to bed.

But because I didn’t do a good job in hygiene, I ignored it again and again. I didn’t trust my husband to do the hygiene. He did it much better than his mother, but he wasn’t careful enough.

Just after I tidied up the kitchen and dining room, I found that the kitchen floor mat was wet and there were oil stains everywhere. I picked up the floor mat and wanted to take it to the toilet to flush it.

At this time, my husband came. He grabbed the floor mat and threw it heavily on the ground. Then he asked me, what do you mean, you dislike our relatives for coming to dirty your house? . I keep asking you to come and see the child, but you just don’t come. The child is already dozing off. Don’t you know?

Forget about cleaning and mopping the floor. You don’t even care about the children. You have to wash them. These things are getting in your way. Do you really love cleanliness that much? Your body has not recovered yet, so you have to go through a lot of trouble.

When I heard what my husband said, I also felt aggrieved. Tears welled up in my eyes. I shouted to him that if I didn’t clean it up, who would clean it up? It was a mess and I couldn’t bear to see it upset. Don't always make excuses for your relatives and do whatever they want to do to your relatives.

After saying that, I grabbed the child from my mother-in-law's hand, rushed into the room, and slammed the door loudly.

My mother-in-law took care of me during confinement, but I felt very uncomfortable. She said she was taking care of her, but she was actually just cooking the ingredients that her husband had prepared before going to work.

Sometimes, in order to participate in their activities for the elderly, she would plug in the food for me and leave, waiting for her husband to come back to cook the dishes. When the child cries, I hold him and comfort him. I change the child's feces and urine myself. The clothes and pants that were soiled and wet by the children were washed by my husband after get off work. She just gave me a name and said she was taking care of me during my confinement period. In fact, she basically did nothing.

My body was not fully recovered that day, so I shouldn’t have done the housework in the first place, but I couldn’t bear it when my mother-in-law did something wrong, so I insisted on keeping the kitchen and dining room clean and tidy. It looks comfortable and feels comfortable in my heart.

But my husband actually lost his temper because I didn’t go to see the child in time, and even made fun of her relatives. I was really angry and felt wronged.

I probably can’t find two similar [face-covering] experiences on the entire Internet about my two-month experience. I still feel miserable when I talk about it, but luckily I got through it!

My mother and father took care of the eldest child for the first half of the month. My husband’s father kept calling and asking us, when will my mother come back? It was too big to accommodate so many people), and my dad was really a little confused at home. My mom thought she would go back if someone would take care of me, so my mom went back on the twelfth day of confinement, and then the child took over. My grandmother, my husband’s stepmother, just by looking at this, you can probably guess the quality of my confinement this year.

While my mother was here, her confinement life was pretty normal, because my husband was also on vacation. My mother did the housework, and my husband and I looked after the baby. At night, when my mother saw the baby finishing feeding, she would hug her I used to sleep with her and give her milk when the baby woke up. We mixed milk and breast milk, so we had a good night's rest. However, my mother has a hobby of mahjong, and she will go to the mahjong parlor for four hours every afternoon to cover her face.

The key point is that when my husband’s stepmother (we call her aunt) came, she came with her husband’s father. My husband stayed here for a few days and then returned to his hometown. This was also their plan. My aunt took care of me for the second half of my confinement. His father went back and my husband's paternity leave expired and he went to work. My aunt and I were the only ones at home every day.

First of all, I eat. I buy breakfast outside and eat it. The confinement meal she makes for me is basically soup stewed in a rice cooker. Then I eat it after lunch and eat it in the evening. I make one meal every day. . Then she took care of the baby. She said she was not very good at holding the baby and not bathing the baby. She often told me that she felt guilty for not taking care of the baby when her daughter-in-law gave birth, so I usually took care of the baby by myself. In the evening, my husband came back from work. I can help out at home, so she is responsible for housework. Regarding the quality of what she does, I don’t express any opinions because after all, it’s good that my mother is not here. My husband said with emotion, it’s better that your mother is here. [laughing][laughing][laughing]

I thought that she would take care of me here, no matter how good or bad she was, and she had no obligation. It was not convenient to go out during the confinement period, so I bought a package online. Although it's not a famous brand, it's still a few hundred dollars more for her, and it's almost enough to carry in the countryside. She and I took the baby out when she was one month old. There is a saying in our hometown called "kuo". She said she didn't feel well after coming to Shenzhen. She used to take donkey-hide gelatin ointment at home and it was very good. She asked me to accompany her to the pharmacy to buy it. Then I, who was just one month old, and she held the baby in her arms went to several pharmacies to buy it [sobbing]. Over the weekend, my husband and I took our baby to the hospital for a full-month physical examination. She called me and told me that she had already gotten in the car and went back [laughing and crying]. My husband and I looked at each other and smiled, probably because we wanted to thank her for taking care of me a few days ago. I already gave her the money. When I got home, my husband saw the receipt from the mall where she bought clothes that day, and told me that my aunt was still willing to buy clothes. Two summer clothes cost more than 800, and I couldn’t bear to buy them so expensively [laughing and crying] , so my first confinement ends here.

The confinement period after giving birth to my second child was even more tortuous. Originally, my mother planned to take care of me for half a year, but she fell ill and was seriously ill and couldn't come. We made arrangements for the baby's father to take a month off to take care of us. We planned, but it turned out that the child's grandfather came up on his own without notifying us, so I was taken care of by my father-in-law during the confinement period. He was responsible for helping me take care of the baby and cooking two meals. I took care of the rest by myself, and I didn't feel sad at all. Dare to elaborate, I actually admire myself. In this situation, I worked part-time during the confinement period and earned more than 1,000 yuan [I want to be quiet][I want to be quiet][I want to be quiet], and then he Grandpa went back home as fast as he could on my full moon day! Therefore, the 42-day confinement that many people do does not exist here. I can finish the 30 days safely and am very satisfied. Later I learned that the child’s grandfather came here to relax because he had a quarrel with his aunt at home. It is said that he is now divorced [dog head]

I wrote at the end to encourage myself, I gave birth to the child for myself, so I’ll do my best. I have taken good care of my two babies. Although I envy people who have old people to help take care of their children, I am also very happy to be able to grow up with my children!

My mother-in-law and my husband took care of me together. There must be grievances, but not too big. My family took good care of me during my confinement period. I thank them for their efforts

My husband took care of me during confinement. I didn't return to my hometown until I was seven months pregnant. My husband couldn't take a long leave, so he sent me home and left. I stayed with my mother-in-law for dinner.

It was nothing at first. When my husband came back a year ago (I was born after the year), he began to cry about poverty. The family had no money. Is it possible to go to the hospital and she would get money, and we would get money for hosting a banquet.

My husband discussed with me that I was not willing to pay. It’s not that I don’t want to pay, but the custom here is that the mother-in-law pays for it, including my sister-in-law, my sister, everything, unless there are no parents-in-law. The important thing is that my mother-in-law's family is not poor and cannot afford this money. My mother-in-law just wanted to press this matter against me. I said that if she wanted to prepare a banquet, she could do so, but if she didn't want to, she could just drink cold water when the guests came.

To be honest, my mother-in-law said that she could not eat with ordinary people during confinement, so she bought a steel pot, a spoon, and two bowls. (After confinement, my mother-in-law took the pot and spoon away and she used them). Before giving birth, I made two small quilts and used old sheets to tear the diapers into several pieces.

My mother-in-law said that it was very difficult for her to spend the confinement period at that time, so she would not support me during the confinement period. As expected, she kept her promise.

My husband does all the cooking, laundry, and diapers. I am having my baby in the first month of the year. In order to save money, my father-in-law converted a gas tank into a stove and burned wood for heating. My husband usually cooks for me directly on this stove. The wood burned quickly, so my husband slept on the sofa and got up several times a night to refill the wood.

During the confinement period, my mother-in-law told us that we shouldn’t eat this or that, but we didn’t understand and we didn’t have the internet to check. Every day, noodles, millet porridge, and egg custard. Relatives came to bring moon rice to Jiutian. My mother ate it as soon as she saw me. In the afternoon, she asked my sister-in-law to bring some crucian carp. My sister-in-law said that if you eat this every day, you won’t get milk. You should drink some fish soup, as mutton soup will produce more milk. I always thought I just had low milk supply, but drinking fish soup once did help.

After a few days, the milk supply was low again, so my mother-in-law went to the drugstore to grab some Chinese medicine. The doctor asked her to stew chicken with Chinese medicine and drink soup. When she came back, she felt sorry for her and complained about the 220 yuan for several days. My mother raised the four chickens and she kept them silently. I didn't think about it at the time.

Confinement period can really make a woman remember it for a lifetime.

Probably because I have been enduring the pain and trying to do what I can, so my husband thinks that I am nothing wrong. There really is no such thing as empathy in the world. Even if you had to sew more than ten stitches to give birth to a torn birth canal, peel the placenta by hand to the point of fainting, and go through a torturous labor process of more than 30 hours, he would not delay your future quarrels except to say "Thank you for your hard work" when you were pushed out of the delivery room.

During the delivery, the hospital only allowed one person to accompany me, so I asked him to accompany me. In the first three days, he was the one who washed the wounds and fed the baby. I was moved and felt distressed. Two days after the birth, he was the one I strongly requested to be discharged from the hospital, just so that he could sleep better at home. I had always wanted to go to a confinement center. I expected that there would be conflicts over the cost, so I saved up the money. But my mother-in-law, my mother, and he promised to take good care of me, so I was shaken and wanted to take a step back and hire someone. Confinement sister-in-law, but there is an old man in my mother-in-law's house. The old man made it clear that he did not want strangers to live in the house, so for everyone, I compromised.

Tonight is the third time I cry. The baby usually wakes up at two o'clock. I turn on the alarm clock and go to sleep, but the baby is fine at twelve o'clock. I didn't hear the baby humming, so he blamed me. I got up to make milk powder for the baby. The baby snorted twice and fell asleep again. I warmed the milk with hot water. After a while, the baby woke up, but the milk was too hot. It took some time to cool down with cold water. So he blamed me again and said I dawdle. After the baby finished feeding, I wanted to burp the baby, but she wouldn't cooperate. I asked him to get up and help burp the baby, so he got angry again, blaming me for waking him up and blaming me for being incompetent.

I watched silently as he finished burping and put the baby on the bed. Then I closed the door and sat in the living room for an hour. I thought a lot and thought a lot. Starting today, I will have a good confinement period. , take good care of your body. Apart from this, everything else is nonsense. I am already very sorry for myself. The baby has the love of grandparents and father. From now on, I must love myself well.

When I gave birth to the baby in the hospital, my mother took care of the heavy bleeding. Because of the side incision, I had to clean the wound. My mother also did this personally. The baby’s change of clothes, including my own, I It was also made by my mother. My mother-in-law is only responsible for holding the baby and feeding the baby milk powder. She doesn't care about anything else. My husband feels that it doesn't have much effect!

After five days in the hospital, the stitches were removed, and I returned to my husband’s house. By that time, I could get out of bed by myself, so I could clean the wound myself. I bought it during my pregnancy. I bought a perineal irrigator, so I did it myself to rinse the wound. On the first day back, I washed my hair and took a bath. I felt that my whole confinement was the same as during pregnancy. There was not much difference. During confinement, I I have also come across cold water. Every time after the baby poops, I will go and prepare water with the baby. The water that comes out is cold at the beginning. You always have to check the temperature. My mother-in-law, my husband and I take care of me. Baby, when the baby poops, you actually ask me to get water for the baby? Isn’t it a bit embarrassing?

I have to hold the baby by myself, and the baby sleeps with me at night. There is no difference between the confinement period and the pregnancy period. I don’t know if this confinement period is invalid. Maybe when I get older, I just knew. Did you do a good job during the confinement period? Most people do confinement for 42 days, I only did it for 30 days, and they went to work outside to make money, and then I took the baby to my parents’ house to take care of it

I saw a lot of it online When people talk about how they were during pregnancy and confinement, and how they were cared for by their family, I feel like they are all writing stories!

Maybe I am too envious, but I have not encountered such good treatment.

In this life, I can only rely on myself. During the confinement period, the baby's clothes are directly Is it embarrassing to throw it into the washing machine?

Maybe it’s because I’m really tired and I’m not considerate enough of my mother-in-law. She has to look after the baby and cook.

But in fact, when he is cooking and busy with other things, I have the baby. I take care of her, and my husband also takes care of me

Maybe I have done very well. If I become a mother-in-law one day, I may not do so well. Maybe I am too greedy, I think Better

I don’t know how other people’s confinement is done. Anyway, this is how my confinement is done

The overall feeling for me is that it is the same as during pregnancy. The feeling of staying at home is the same, there is no difference, this is my confinement period

I wonder if your confinement is also done in this way? Are those online stories about how good confinement life is really true?

Maybe this is what confinement is like, am I thinking too much?