Chapter 1171: pressure

Mu Zi asked Murong Cheng if she had chosen her name.
Murong Cheng said, "Call your nickname first, and Da Ming thinks about it slowly."
"Even if it is a nickname, Dabao and Xiaobao are very perfunctory!" Mu Zi was angry.
"The boy's nickname doesn't need to be so precise, just call it anything." Murong Cheng comforted Mu Zi, "Go back to the ward and rest first. You only drink a sip of water when you wake up. You have to go back to supplement your nutrition. Anything."
Mu Zi really felt empty. From the time she had given birth, she was sweating violently, sweating all over, and she didn't have the strength to make a fist tightly.
But looking at the two little babies in the incubator, they couldn't see enough and couldn't bear to leave.
Just looking at it like this, my heart was completely moved, and my chest was warm and swollen.
The baby is so cute...
that's nice……
It seemed like Bai Wei said, when the child was born, he felt that all the sins he suffered were worthwhile.
Thinking of becoming a mother and raising children personally in the future, Mu Zi was a little eager to try.
She looked at the other side of the glass window and asked the man next to her: "Murongcheng, what does it feel like to upgrade to being a father?"
Murong Cheng also looked at the two little things.
The beloved woman gave birth to a child for herself, happy is definitely happy, but... boys are mostly naughty, like mud monkeys, not as cute and cute as the little girls.
If you are giving birth to a daughter, just thinking about Mu Zi holding her daughter, the big Jiao Didi calling her husband, and the small whistling call to Dad, Murong Cheng feels that her heart will be crisp...
But what about a son?
When I was a child, I was mischievous when I was adolescent. I was rebellious and opposed my parents. When I grew up, I would marry an unreliable woman into the house. I also had to conflict with Mu Zi's mother-in-law. I really didn't like it.
Murong Cheng frowned and said lightly: "I feel a little stressed."
"Well, me too." Mu Zi stared at the child and said with emotion, "Suddenly I feel that I have an extra responsibility and become more stressed than before."
"..." Murong Cheng glanced at her, he felt that the pressure Mu Zi said was unnecessary at all.
After seeing the child, the two returned to the ward, Bai Wei had arrived, and took out the breakfast from the insulated box for Mu Zi to eat.
Mu Zi had just given birth, his body was still weak, and his spleen and stomach functions were weak, so Bai Wei didn't dare to make anything too nourishing. He only prepared dried shrimp porridge, which was light, tasty and nutritious, and supplemented with calcium.
After eating a bowl of porridge, she felt more sweat on her body. Mu Zi's back was completely wet with sweat, and she changed into new, dry clothes before lying down again.
Bai Wei wiped her sweat with a dry towel, and said to her:
Don’t think about anything when you are in confinement. If you eat well and sleep well, you will have enough energy. The milk will be good, and the child will be healthier with good milk... …"
Hearing Bai Wei's words, the warm feeling in Mu Zi's chest became stronger.
She couldn't help pursing her lips and smiling, not knowing what she was feeling, happy, shy, curious, and a little excited.
As if breastfeeding is a big deal.
Bai Wei took good care of her, closed the curtains, and the light in the room dimmed.
Mu Zi closed his eyes in cooperation. She only slept for a total of three or four hours last night, now she has filled her stomach, and soon fell asleep again.
...
This sleep, I don't know how long I slept.
Half-dreaming and half-awake, I saw a fuzzy figure in front of me, not Bai Wei, nor Murong Cheng.
Mu Zi tried to open his sleepy eyes, only to realize that it was the smiling female nurse.
The nurse took her temperature again and said with a smile: "The temperature is too high, so you should always pay attention to hydrating."
Mu Zi nodded, then looked around the room, no one was there.
The nurse said: "They went upstairs to see the baby. I didn't know who pressed the fire alarm and almost made a mess. Fortunately, there was a false alarm. There was no real fire, but the newborn was frightened. Crying."