This is the first time in half a year, it was all normal before. Later, when I reviewed the baby book, it actually wrote in the book that babies who love to drink milk like Little Mantou will experience constipation between 5-6 months old. Although Mantou has now returned to his normal bowel habits, upon reflection, this matter really is my fault as a mother, and I am deeply reflecting on it... 1. I should have cooked more fruit juice for Little Mantou. 2. I cannot be麻痹大意because the baby's growth process has been too smooth. 3. On the second day of Little Mantou's constipation, I should have decisively taken symptomatic treatment measures instead of being misled by some netizens on forums, using health methods as treatment methods which prolonged the constipation period.
On the second day of the baby's constipation, I let him drink green vegetable soup, but it didn't work. On the third day, he drank spinach soup, but it still didn't work. On the fourth day, he drank pear soup, but it still didn't work. By the morning of the fifth day, we were anxious and took the baby straight to the hospital. We told the doctor the general situation and reminded him that the baby had an anal fissure. The doctor immediately wrote two types of medicine on a yellow prescription paper and asked me to buy them at the pharmacy next to the hospital. I questioned him: this pharmacy isn't your hospital's pharmacy, why don't you directly prescribe the hospital's medicine for me? He didn't answer my question: the price is the same.
Of course, I know that doctors no longer get commissions from prescribing medicine. But when we went to that pharmacy with his signed note, he got a commission. I asked him again: would the baby's anal fissure get infected and inflamed? He said there was nothing to worry about. On our way home, Mantou's father scolded me for wasting saliva questioning the doctor, and I was very angry. I shouted loudly: I'll say what I want to say. It's because there are many consumers like you who are so numb in China that they dare to be so bold. If I don't point it out, they will treat all patients as donkeys (my anger may still be affected by the powdered milk incident, which he ignored, and I didn't have time to hassle with the other party). Mantou's father said: So what if you said it? I was speechless.
It seems that seeing the doctor doesn't help either. After returning from the hospital, I bought a box of pediatric heat-clearing granules from the pharmacy. Little Mantou drank it twice, and on the sixth day, he finally defecated three times to finish the accumulated stool from the previous few days. The little guy's anal fissure was quite severe, and he also had diaper rash, truly suffering inside and out, poor thing.
In the following days, I found secretion from his anus, and the only method was to wipe him with pearl powder, but now it's fine.
The day after Little Mantou recovered from constipation, Mantou's father, for some unknown reason, refused to go to the market to buy vegetables. After I brought the vegetables home, I asked him to wash them while I went upstairs to dry clothes. When I came down after drying the clothes, I heard Mantou's father complaining about why I bought fatty pork to make meat patties, making everything oily. Upon hearing this, I felt something was wrong. Could he be foolish enough to rinse the raw meat patties I bought? Those were cleaned and processed at the market before I brought them home. He told me he really rinsed them, saying that how could he dare to eat what the people at the market washed. I was extremely angry. After he rinsed them, the meat patties made were really unappetizing. Another problem was that he not only made a mistake but also refused to admit it, blaming me instead. In anger, I threw away the plate of raw meat patties while cooking. Mantou's father scolded me for being crazy. Grandpa, living with such a person, it's strange not to be crazy.
After finishing cooking, I went online to vent my anger while watching him eat. When he finished eating, I prepared to eat as well. When I served rice, I saw that there was only half a bowl left in the pot, and a large plate of fish was left with only two pieces... Too bullying, this man.
I really couldn't eat that half bowl of rice, so I called a good friend and said I would visit her. I took all the snacks from home (Mantou's father liked to eat snacks while surfing the Internet), put them in a bag, and went out without even taking my phone. Anyway, he would take care of Little Mantou.
After leaving home, I felt much more relaxed. First, I needed to eat. I bought a Reader magazine, went to a quiet snack shop, ordered two delicacies, ate while reading the Reader, and the leisurely feeling of many years ago came back overwhelming me, so pleasant.
After eating and drinking enough, I slowly went to my friend's house. During this time, she called Mantou's father looking for me and asked if we had argued. Mantou's father said: Yes, it's normal, don't worry about her. I arrived at my friend's house at around 5 PM. After complaining about Mantou's father's various shortcomings to her, the two women went to the market to buy a lot of vegetables to cook hotpot. With her and her husband, the three of us ate until we dropped our chopsticks and surrendered, admitting our lack of fighting power.
After eating hotpot, the two women walked from Liberation Road to Beijing Road. In the end, we didn't buy anything, mainly because I had no desire to shop, it seemed like we didn't lack anything at home. While shopping, I started to miss Little Mantou. I kept muttering to myself: I wonder if Little Mantou will cry or not...
During our shopping, Mantou's father sent a message to my friend looking for me, saying that Little Mantou's milk powder was almost gone, asking me to buy a can on the way home. I asked my friend to reply and tell him: "She's not here with me, and I can't find her. You go buy it yourself." After coming back home, my friend chased her husband out to the living room and we lay in bed chatting until about 3 AM. We recalled past events, talked about our husbands and children... discussed what we might face in the future... until we couldn't lift our eyelids anymore... She asked me: When was the last time we chatted like this? Of course, I remember. It was the end of June 2005, when Mantou's father was still pursuing me, and he even asked her for help. That night, I had trouble sleeping, missing Little Mantou too much. It was really not used to not having the little guy around at night. Thus, that night, I dreamt all night, dreaming of Little Mantou staring at me with big eyes, neither crying nor laughing, and I was truly heartbroken.
The next day, the two of us slept until 11 AM. Feeling that we hadn't digested everything from last night yet, we ate a little and rushed to San Yuan Li to browse the clothing wholesale market (this was planned the day before, my friend wanted to buy clothes for her family, San Yuan Li was a place I often went to for supplies when I ran a store before). Just as we got on the train, Mantou's father called my friend looking for me, asking if I was with her, telling her that I didn't come home all night and he was worried. She couldn't help but confess to him that we were together... Sigh, the guy betrayed his comrade at the last moment...
We shopped for a few hours, and she didn't see anything she liked. In the end, we only bought a coat. Anyway, the two of us rarely like the same things when shopping together, different tastes. At 2 PM, Mantou's father kept sending messages asking me to go home to take care of Little Mantou, saying he had to go out. I ignored him deliberately.
Under my friend's constant nagging, I had to go home. As she said, I went too far... Hmm, so what if I went too far, who let him bully me?
I got home at 2:45 PM, and he had already arranged to meet someone at 3 PM. As soon as I got home, Mantou's father immediately smiled at Little Mantou and said: "Look, your mom finally came back, haha..."
I didn't even look at him, still frowning...
He asked me: Wasn't it because you didn't have the key to open the door last night? Haha, how imaginative of him, I intended not to come home that night. That day, under Mantou's father's continuous flattery, I reconciled with him like a woman with amnesia. Anyway, every time it's like this, we reconcile within an hour after arguing, so Mantou's father treats it as a small life drama. Afterwards, I asked Mantou's father: Was Little Mantou obedient during the 24 hours I wasn't home? He said: Little Mantou was extremely obedient, eating full meals then playing, playing tired then sleeping. I joked, saying that next time I could go out and play for a few days, treating it as a vacation. He said: Absolutely not, honestly speaking, even though Little Mantou didn't cry or make noise, bringing him for a day was tiring...
Ha ha, it seems that my one-day runaway did have some harvest. At least Mantou's father tasted the tiredness of taking care of a child, and wouldn't dare to mock Mantou's mother as incapable afterward.
Today, I took Little Mantou to get his last hepatitis B vaccine. There were over ten babies in the room, some older than Little Mantou and some younger. When the babies got their shots, they all cried like pigs being slaughtered. In comparison, Little Mantou was very obedient. Every time he got a shot, he only cried softly when the needle was pulled out, and stopped crying once comforted, and laughed happily once teased. He curiously looked at the other crying babies and excitedly shouted when he saw the posters on the wall at the community clinic, shaking his little feet. The front desk medical staff were infected by Little Mantou's mood and gave him a teething ring. Little Mantou also had a pediatric health check today. We took off his coat to weigh him, and he weighed 17 catties and 2 taels, and was 70 cm tall. The results of the trace element test we did last time also came out, everything was normal. The pediatric health doctor told us to take the baby out to play more often and sunbathe, but avoid crowded places. Sigh, we do often take Little Mantou to the park to play, and of course the park is crowded. Thinking about it, where in Guangzhou isn't crowded? Unless we never go out...
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