Crossing Over to Yamada Love

Before Wang could finish her exclamation, she saw her granddaughter open her eyes again.

"Girl, what's wrong?" Madam Wang asked Mo Lan in confusion.

Mo Lan smiled sheepishly. This time it wasn't because of the baby; she had been woken up by the urge to urinate and needed to go to the toilet.

Mo Lan blushed as she looked at the room full of people. Although they were all women, she still felt embarrassed.

"Grandma, I need to use the restroom. Could you please let my mother and the others go out for a bit?" Mo Lan whispered to Wang Shi.

A smile flickered in Wang's eyes; her granddaughter was embarrassed.

"I said, you should all go out for a bit, and come back in later," Wang said to everyone.

"What's wrong?" Qiu asked, puzzled. She was holding her grandson and didn't want to leave him for a moment.

"Your daughter needs to use the restroom," Wang told her.

“Why do we need to go out? She’s a mother now, what’s there to be ashamed of? Besides, it’s only her second day, why would she get out of bed? She can just pee on the kang (heated brick bed). Anyway, the bed is thick underneath and the kang is heated, so it will dry in a while. If that doesn’t work, we can just change her bedding.” Qiu said bluntly.

Mo Lan was speechless. She had just given birth yesterday and was a little out of control, so she wet the bed. But today she could get out of bed, so why did she still wet the bed? She was going to stink herself to death.

In the end, Qiu Shi did not go out, but there were fewer people in the room. Granny Bai helped Mo Lan to the chamber pot.

Mo Lan squatted down, and every time she strained, her lower body ached terribly. To make matters worse, she couldn't urinate; she realized she had forgotten how to do it and didn't know how to strain. It was incredibly painful.

She squatted for a while but couldn't urinate, so she had no choice but to get up. Then, with Granny Bai's help, she walked around twice before squatting down again.

"Can't pee? Lan'er, don't worry, it's normal after giving birth. It'll be fine after you pee once. We've all been through this," Qiu comforted her daughter.

Mo Lan nodded, but she still couldn't urinate, so she had to ask Granny Bai to help her up and walk slowly.

After trying two or three times, Mo Lan finally managed to urinate, but each time she could only urinate a little bit, and it took her a long time to finish. However, after this experience, she figured it would be much easier next time.

Mo Lan went to bed and fell asleep again. During the day, someone would take care of the child, so she had to make the most of her time to sleep, otherwise she wouldn't be able to sleep well at night.

Looking at the sleeping Mo Lan, Madam Xue felt a pang of heartache. Her daughter-in-law was intelligent, but she had suffered many hardships. She had helped the family make a living, but her own life was never peaceful, with one problem after another.

She married into her family, hoping for a few good days ahead. But first, she had trouble conceiving, then her daughter had an accident, and Feng'er went to the capital, unable to be by her side to take care of her, causing her worry. Now, she was ambushed and gave birth to her child in the mountains.

Women shouldn't be exposed to wind during childbirth and postpartum confinement, but she gave birth on a mountain; it's no wonder she was exposed to the wind. She's suffered so much; may the wind and her father return soon, and may her daughter-in-law have a smooth and trouble-free life from now on. Madam Xue prayed silently.

Before she knew it, it was evening again. Mo Lan felt more energetic and no longer felt as drowsy and weak as she had the day before.

After everyone had fallen asleep, she cuddled the two children and nursed them. It was Chunhua's turn to be on night duty again. Chunhua had also slept enough during the day and was no longer sleepy, so she chatted with Molan.

With last night's experience, the two were less at a loss. Although the baby still wet the bed, this was normal. Babies under one month old are difficult to potty train, and their urination is unpredictable. Sometimes they don't urinate for two hours, and sometimes they urinate every half hour. There's no discernible pattern.

After taking care of the child all night, Mo Lan went to sleep the next day after the child was looked after. She had already discussed with the Mo family and Madam Xue that they would not hold a third-day celebration. It was taboo for a child to be born at eight months, as children who survived at that time were considered to have a strong fate. She did not want the child to catch a cold, and she did not want the child to be talked about by others.

After about ten days, Mo Lan felt that her biological clock was completely reversed. She slept during the day and took care of the children at night, and she seemed to have become a night owl.

That day, Mo Lan was feeding the baby, who was a little fatter and prettier than when he was born.

"Grandma, I think these two babies have grown a bit. Have they really grown or is it just my imagination?" Mo Lan asked Wang Shi.

“She’s really grown! This baby grows the most during her first month, gaining an ounce or two almost every day. If she’s growing well, she can gain three pounds in a month. Zhitong was born weighing three pounds and two ounces, while Zhixin was only two pounds and nine ounces. She’s quite heavy now.” Mrs. Wang told her granddaughter with a smile, sharing her knowledge.

“Your grandma is right. The baby is counting on gaining weight this month, so you have to eat well and eat more. If you have breast milk, the baby won’t go hungry,” Qiu instructed her daughter.

"I know, I'm not eating enough, I'm already so fat. Mother, you don't care about me anymore now that you have a grandson. What am I going to do with all this weight?" Mo Lan said, feigning grievance.

"Don't complain. You call this fat? How are other people supposed to live? Actually, you look just right now. You won't look good if you lose any more weight." Looking at her daughter's figure, Qiu didn't think she was fat at all. She herself was much fatter than her daughter when she gave birth.

Mo Lan teased Qiu Shi for a couple more minutes. Actually, she wasn't fat. During her postpartum period, she ate a lot of oily foods, such as chicken soup, pig's trotter soup, and fish soup. She drank as much as she could to ensure good breast milk so that her baby would be well-fed. She also ate a lot of nourishing foods herself. However, according to Qiu Shi, she was too thin before she got pregnant and needed to eat more nourishing foods.

After finishing her soup, Mo Lan fed the baby again. Watching the baby fall into a deep sleep, a gentle smile appeared on her face. The baby was so cute sleeping, lying flat on his back with his two little fists clenched and raised above his head, like he was raising his hands in surrender. It was so interesting.

Mo Lan touched the child's face; the skin was so smooth and felt so comfortable. Her child was so beautiful; how could he be so good-looking? No wonder people say that your own child is the best. She now felt that her child was the best, and she couldn't get enough of looking at him. Did he look like her or Xue Lingfeng? Or both? The more Mo Lan looked at him, the more she loved him; she was extremely happy.

The child is really growing fast. Mo Lan can feel how much the child has grown when she holds him. From a tiny, soft body, he has grown taller and bigger, his hair has grown a lot, and his eyebrows and eyes have become more defined. He looks much bigger than when he was first born.

"Mother, can I go out now? I want to wash my hair and take a bath. Please let me out," Mo Lan pleaded with Qiu Shi.

"No, today is only the twenty-ninth day. You can't go out, wash your hair, or even take a bath until the baby is a month old. You may not think it's a big deal now, but you're getting old and can get sick. I can't let you get sick. How dirty can you get? Getting sick is no joke. You can wash your hair the day after tomorrow. You have to bear with it." Qiu glared at her, refusing to allow it.

Mo Lan felt utterly helpless. It had been twenty-nine days, and she should be fine by now. She really wanted to wash her hair. For the past month, not only had she not been allowed to wash it, but her mother hadn't even let her comb it, saying she was afraid of her hair getting frizzy. Her hair was practically brittle, and her scalp was incredibly itchy. She couldn't stand it anymore, so she finally made the request, but her mother still wouldn't allow it.

Seeing her daughter's restless state, Qiu realized that her daughter was bored out of her mind.

"Lan'er, how about we play mahjong? It'll keep you from getting bored," Madam Xue suggested.

"Okay." Mo Lan nodded. She was incredibly bored and didn't want to be distracted by anything, so she didn't want to feel itchy or dirty.

“What do you mean, ‘okay’? We’ll fight it, but you’re still in your postpartum period. You can’t sit for too long, or you’ll have back pain when you’re older.” Mrs. Qiu refused her daughter again.

The mahjong stall was set up, but Mo Lan wasn't included; she could only watch helplessly.

Madam Xue, Madam Liu, Madam Qiu, and Madam Qin played mahjong. Madam Wang sat on the kang (a heated brick bed), and Mo Lan also sat on the kang to watch the game. Yu Zhen'er sat next to her.

While Chen was busy with other matters outside, Mo Mei was looking after the children.

Mo Lan's two children were asleep, with Granny Bai and Xia Yu watching over them, so there was no need to worry.

When it was Qiu's turn to be the dealer, she dealt her cards and then played a North Wind card, saying, "Playing North first won't hurt."

Mo Lan laughed after hearing this. Playing mahjong with her mother was always so lively. She didn't know where she got all those ideas from, and they even rhymed every time she said them, which made people laugh.

It was Qiu's turn to be the dealer again. Mo Lan, who was standing next to her, noticed that there was no North Wind in her hand and said, "Mother, there's no North Wind to play this time, what are you going to play?"

Qiu immediately drew the South Wind card and played it, saying, "When you're the dealer, bet on South first, and you're guaranteed not to lose money."

Yu Zhen'er burst out laughing, and everyone else laughed too, even Qiu herself was laughing heartily.

"Auntie, there's no north wind or south wind this time, what are you doing?" This time it was Yu Zhen'er's turn to ask.

“I hit the red center to secure the banker, then I turn around and touch the eighth banker.” Qiu still had something to say.

"There's no Red Dragon this time either, Mother, why are you still fighting?" Mo Lan asked again.

“Oh, I didn’t get the Red Dragon, but I got the Fortune Star. I’ll play the Fortune Star and turn around to make a fortune.” Qiu’s words were endless.

“I’ll hit the white card, the white card is a deduction, I’m going to deduct this time.” This time, Qiu didn’t wait for Mo Lan to ask before she said it directly.

“Mother, this doesn’t rhyme, it doesn’t sound good. You should think of something better.” Mo Lan argued with Qiu Shi.

"Why are you arguing with me all the time, girl? What's with all this sweet talk? Go check if my precious grandson is awake and feed him." Qiu glanced at her daughter and told her to go see the child.

Mo Lan smiled. The reason she was teasing her mother was because she was worried. She had felt Xue Lingfeng would return soon the day her child was born, but now the baby was almost a month old, and he still hadn't returned, nor had he sent a letter. What exactly happened in the capital? What was the outcome?

Is he alright? Last time Zhen'er said that he and Xue Man'er were getting married soon. What's their situation? I'm very worried, but I don't dare to bring it up. I can only try to ease my mind by changing the subject.