"Come, put it on my chest." I half-leaned back on the bed and whispered to him.

It may be the cause of intestinal flatulence, in recent days the baby does not like to sleep in bed, always crying and screaming, and can only sleep well in his arms. I watched her little one curl up in front of her father's chest, so soft and cute.

"She doesn't like to sleep on your chest, she just likes Dad's wide chest." He turned me down.

"Your airfield is flat, what's so rare." The roll of my eyes rolled up to the sky.

"Look at your envious drool, give it, you try." He carefully adjusted his position and slowly put the baby on top of me.

The first few days were unsuccessful, as soon as he left his arms, the baby began to cry, and he could only trouble him to pick it up again and put it to sleep. The turnip squat has become a regular exercise for him every day.

"I've finally got my baby!" I didn't expect it to be successful this time. The baby was lying on my chest and sleeping soundly.

"Woo, so happy." In the past half a month, I have only held the baby a handful of times.

"Put her down when you're tired."

"Let us go and we'll cry."

"I'll coax you when you cry."

"No, every time she cries, I feel like someone is pulling at my heart." I put my nose on top of the baby's head and took several gulps voraciously.

"It smells so good. What kind of ecstasy did you say our treasure poured into me, how could I love her so much? I asked, looking at him.

"The more you hold it, the deeper your feelings become. When I grow up, we will definitely be the closest to me. He looked proud.

"Yes, yes, yes, the closest to you." Let's not bother with him for now.

"When I'm out of confinement, I don't need you to serve anymore, I'll grab it from you." I secretly made up my mind. But I feel that I am so unkind to kill a donkey, it doesn't seem to be very kind.

"You can't be afraid of her crying, crying is also a form of exercise." He watches parenting videos when he's fine, and now he's half an expert.

"In the video I watched yesterday, the expert said that the child would get a hernia if he cried too much, and today your expert said that crying is a friendly way to exercise, can you experts first unify their opinions and then come out to popularize science?"

"Not contradictory. It's okay to cry appropriately, but not too much. ”

"So how do you define 'more'?" It's not a deliberate raiser, it's just asking if you don't understand.

"One or two hours is fine, three or four hours is fine." He was still patient.

"An hour or two?! Crying for an hour or two?! Not to mention an hour or two, whoever dares to make us cry for a minute or two will have to go up and scratch his face. I waved my hand in the air as I spoke.

"I'm going to see you're amazing." He squinted and laughed at me for a long time.

"You think, when we were young, we were the only ones with our mother, and we had to do housework and cook while watching the baby, not just let us cry casually. Crying and crying and falling asleep. ”

"Whoever is with you, don't take me with you. My mom said I was a good boy when I was a kid, and I only liked to laugh and not cry. "I deliberately messed with him.

"Then why are you a little crying bag now?" He reached out and touched my head.

"Crying is a way for me to cope. I needed to cry to release my emotions and calm down quickly. After crying, I had the brains to figure it out. ”

"Oh, it's not tears that you're shedding, it's wisdom." He quipped.

"Not really. I'm smart. "I laughed too." I love our family treasure so much, what should I do? "It's an idiotic question, but I ask it hundreds of times every day when I look at my baby.

"So what else can I do? Pampered. He spread his hands.

I kept changing my seat while chatting. The baby slept in my arms for more than two hours, my waist and buttocks hurt like pins and needles, and my legs were already unconscious. I just hugged it this time, but he hugged him every day from morning to night. But no matter how tired he was, he just said lightly, "My waist hurts a little", and he never complained about anything else. I can sleep at eight o'clock every night and get up at seven o'clock in the morning, all because he sacrificed his sleep and worked hard day and night to coax the baby to buy it for me.

"You sleep, I'll hold her." He said it at nine o'clock in the morning, at one o'clock in the afternoon, and at four o'clock in the morning.

Just because I said I couldn't make the baby cry, he tried his best.

"He'll be at work in another month, will I be able to handle it then?" My heart was beating a drum.

"Don't you cook the milk soup, right?" My mom pushed the door in and asked softly.

"Don't cook anymore." I shook my head as I spoke.

Porridge is cooked with milk, red beans and oats, and two meals a day are consumed, which is a doctor's recommended milk soup. After drinking for more than five days, the baby became bloated. My girlfriend told me that you can't eat anything high in protein or sugar, and you can't touch beans. Although there is no scientific basis for this statement, I think that after all, it is folk wisdom, and there is some truth in it.

"Don't eat eggs, don't drink milk, can't cook beans, big fish and meat, you're afraid of blocking milk, then you can be a rabbit." My mom had no choice but to retreat.

"Baby, you see that your mother bought me a box of delicious food, but she can't eat anything herself, so pitiful." There was a hint of schadenfreude in his distress.

A box of snacks is a 520 gift I gave him, after all, now relying on him to take care of it, the bilateral relationship must be good.