My considerate husband is busy taking care of everything.

　　My mother-in-law has a gentle personality and always follows my lead.

　　Compared to other women in the hospital who fight because they didn't have a son or who only care about the child and neglect the adults, I am really lucky.

　　I am so lucky that even if I complain while breastfeeding, I feel like I'm being dramatic.

　　When I was discharged from the hospital and returned home, my husband stayed by my side the entire time.

　　He wouldn't even hold the baby unless I asked him to.

　　I was a bit worried and asked cautiously, "Mu Zheng, don't you like girls?" Could it be because we didn't have a son? Mu Zheng pinched my face and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? As long as you give birth to them, I'll love them all." I was relieved.

　　My mother-in-law showed no signs of favoring sons over daughters.

　　She washed, cooked, and cleaned every day, never saying anything she shouldn't.

　　She was very reasonable.

　　It's hard to imagine that a few years ago, my mother-in-law was a pampered wealthy lady.

　　After the family went bankrupt, she learned to clean and cook, calmly dealing with the difficulties of life.

　　I admire her.

　　Our family lived harmoniously, and with the care of my husband and mother-in-law, I endured the pain.

　　But after a few days, the area where I was breastfeeding became injured and infected.

　　Only then did my mother-in-law and husband realize that my cries of pain were not drama, but genuine pain.

　　My husband immediately told me to stop breastfeeding and switch to formula.

　　But our daughter adamantly refused to drink formula and insisted on breastfeeding.

　　I felt that she didn't actually like breastfeeding, but rather enjoyed biting me.

　　My husband angrily told our daughter, "No more breastfeeding!" Then he resolutely stopped me from breastfeeding.

　　The child cried from hunger, and I cried along with her.

　　My husband held me down, standing on the side coldly with the bottle.

　　We went hungry like this for a whole day until the child finally compromised and drank the formula.

　　She was not only troublesome to feed, but also restless.

　　I couldn't sleep all night, and my husband couldn't sleep either.

　　He had to go to work during the day, so I told him to sleep in the study, but he shook his head and said he wanted to be with me and couldn't allow me to suffer alone.

　　This man, even though he looked haggard and had dark circles under his eyes, still maintained his attractiveness.

　　He is very handsome, I consider myself to be beautiful, his features are even more delicate than mine.

　　If he were to wear women's clothing, he would make me look like Cinderella.

　　If it weren't for his family's bankruptcy and his father-in-law's accident, I wouldn't have married him.

　　Seeing how hard I worked, he found a nanny for me.

　　I said there was no need, as I had already spent a lot of money on hospitalization recently, but he insisted on hiring a nanny for me.

　　And then the nanny told me that my daughter was the most difficult child she had ever cared for.

　　My daughter cries when she leaves, and the nanny can't take her away.

　　So, I quickly fired the nanny and took care of the child with my mother-in-law.

　　After a few months, my daughter no longer causes a ruckus at night, and the whole family is much more at ease.

　　We bought her a lot of toys, including a Barbie doll.

　　When I returned from the restroom, I found that the Barbie doll's head had been twisted off.

　　"Maybe the quality wasn't good," my husband said, and he bought our daughter toys like little chickens and little ducks, which were of good quality.

　　In less than two days, the wings of the little chicken were twisted off, and the legs of the little duck were torn off.

　　I started to feel that something was off with my daughter.

　　She liked playing with toys because she wanted to take them apart.

　　I mentioned this to my friend Zhou Yuan, and her one-year-old son said, "All children are like this, my child at home also likes to disassemble things." Is that so? It was my first time raising a child, so I thought it was normal.

　　I took my daughter for a walk in the neighborhood, and the children liked playing with newly born, brightly colored little chickens.

　　My daughter was very interested when she saw the little chickens, so I picked her up and said, "Baby, look at the little chicken." My daughter giggled, reached out, and twisted off the chicken's neck on the spot.