Hard work after winning the lottery

Finally, the day for discharge arrived.

The doctor repeatedly gave instructions on postpartum recovery precautions and key points for newborn care.

Hua Shu went to complete the discharge procedures.

Li Guifen and her grandmother carefully dressed the three babies in brand-new little clothes that they had prepared long ago, and then wrapped them in a soft swaddle blanket.

Hua An carefully packed all the supplies he needed for his hospital stay, carrying them out in large and small bags.

Hua Yun changed into a loose and comfortable outfit and, supported by her mother, slowly walked out of the ward where she had stayed for nearly half a month.

The smell of disinfectant was still strong in the corridor.

But this time, her feelings were completely different.

When she arrived, she was carrying three unknown lives, and the road ahead was uncertain.

When she returned, she was surrounded by her family who loved her most, holding her blood-related children in their arms.

The sun was shining brightly outside the hospital gates.

The warm golden light shone on me, dispelling the gloom and illness of the past few days.

Hua Shu had already parked his car in the most convenient spot and opened the door in advance to let out the stuffy heat inside.

Li Guifen held the eldest and third child, while the grandmother held the second child. Hua Yun, supported by Hua An, sat in the back seat and then carefully took the third child from her mother's arms.

The three little ones were securely placed in the arms of the three adults.

Hua Shu closed the car door and sat in the driver's seat, his movements a beat slower than usual.

He started the car, and it drove away from the hospital at an almost snail's pace.

It was as if the car was carrying the most precious treasure in the world, so fragile that it couldn't withstand even the slightest bump.

Hua Yun leaned against the car window, watching the street scene recede outside, then looked down at her son who was sleeping soundly in her arms.

The car slowly drove into its own yard, the tires rolling over the gravel road, making a soft rustling sound, like a prelude to returning home.

Hua Shu extinguished the fire.

The moment the car door opened, a familiar scent, a mixture of earthy fragrance and the sounds of roosters crowing and dogs barking, wafted out.

It tastes like home.

Hua Yun took a deep breath, and her nerves, which had been tense for more than half a month, finally relaxed at this moment.

Grandpa Hua Mutou was waiting outside the yard early in the morning. When he saw his granddaughter's family return, he rubbed his hands together with joy.

"YunY, be careful when you get home."

After Hua Mutou finished speaking, he wanted to hug the child in Hua Yun's arms, but he didn't dare to.

"We're here, we're home." Li Guifen's voice was choked with a sigh of relief.

She carried the eldest child out of the car first, her movements as gentle as if she were holding a priceless treasure.

Grandma followed closely behind.

Hua An went around to the other side, stretched out his arm to protect the door frame, afraid that his sister would bump her head.

"Sis, slow down."

Hua Yun held the third child in her arms, putting almost all of the child's weight on her own arm, and used her other hand to support herself on the seat, moving her body little by little.

This simple movement caused a thin layer of sweat to appear on her forehead, and a sharp pulling sensation came from the wound in her abdomen.

She gritted her teeth and remained silent.

My feet finally touched solid ground.

The warm sunshine shone on me, and the shadow of the peach tree in the yard stretched long on the ground.

Everything was exactly the same as when she left.

It seems like everything is different now.

"Quick, come inside!"

Li Guifen had already walked quickly to the door of the main room, turning back to urge him on, her tone revealing her unconcealed nervousness.

"It's windy outside; new mothers shouldn't be exposed to the wind!"

Hua Yun was carried into the bedroom, which had been prepared in advance, by her mother and younger brother, who were practically supporting her on both sides.

As soon as you enter, a warm feeling washes over you.

The room's windows were tightly closed, and the curtains were half-drawn, letting in only a little soft light that clearly illuminated the dust particles in the air.

The room temperature was just right, neither too hot nor too cold.

In the corner, three brand-new baby cribs were placed side by side, covered with soft and clean pure cotton mattresses sewn by Grandma herself.

"Get into bed right now! From this moment on, you're not allowed to get out of bed except to go to the toilet!"

Li Guifen's tone left no room for argument, carrying a simple stubbornness unique to mountain people.

She took the third child from Hua Yun's arms, and together with her grandmother, settled the three little ones into their cribs.

Hua Yun was pressed down to sit on the edge of the bed, and Hua An quickly brought over a thick pillow and placed it behind her back.

"Mom, I'm not that delicate..." Hua Yun said, somewhat amused and exasperated.

"Shut up!" Li Guifen glared at her. "Giving birth is like walking through the gates of hell for a woman. If she doesn't take care of herself properly during postpartum recovery, she'll suffer from health problems for the rest of her life! You're carrying triplets now, so you can't be careless!"

As she spoke, she took a thin blanket and covered Hua Yun's knees.

"No cold water, no wind, no looking at your phone to hurt your eyes, no crying, no..."

Li Guifen imposed one "postpartum confinement ban" after another, as if she wanted to keep all factors that might harm her daughter out of this room.

Hua Yun knew that this was her mother's most clumsy yet most sincere love.

She stopped arguing and simply nodded obediently.

Grandma's figure quickly disappeared into the kitchen.

Before long, a rich aroma of chicken soup wafted over from the direction of the kitchen.

That was a postpartum meal that my grandma cooked.

Six meals a day, from morning to night, with a variety of soups and broths served.

Brown sugar millet porridge, angelica root stewed chicken soup, peanut and pig's trotter soup...

Everything has only one purpose—to replenish qi and blood and promote lactation.

Hua Shu didn't talk much, but he arranged everything in an orderly manner.

Every day before dawn, he would ride his old tricycle to town to buy the freshest ingredients.

Back home, he rushed to the sheep farm to cut grass, feed the sheep, and clean the sheepfold.

The days were fragmented into three-hour increments.

The daylight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting dappled patterns of light and shadow in the room.

The moonlight at night silently bathed the three small beds in a silvery glow.

For Huayun, the difference between day and night is not significant.

Because there will always be a little one crying, which will break the silence on time, like a loud bugle call.

"Waaah—"

One of them cried, and the other two soon followed suit, joining in the chorus as if they had caught the infection.

Li Guifen and her grandmother lived almost next door to her, and would rush in immediately at the slightest sound.

"I'm hungry, I must be hungry."

"Oh dear, she's pooped again. Quick, change her diaper."

Although her family took care of almost all the diaper changing and soothing, Hua Yun still had to personally handle the breastfeeding.

Especially late at night.

She had just fallen into a deep sleep from exhaustion, her consciousness still floating in a hazy dream, when she would be awakened by a faint, cat-like whimper.

She opened her eyes and, in the dim light of the bedside lamp, saw a small figure wriggling restlessly in one of the small beds.

My body felt like a rusty machine; every movement was accompanied by soreness.

She propped herself up on the mattress and slowly sat up, immediately feeling a familiar dull pain from the wound in her abdomen.

She gritted her teeth, hugged the child to her arms, and lifted her clothes.

The feeling of being completely drained and the frustration of having her sleep ruthlessly interrupted made her almost break down for a moment.

The postpartum recovery process was far longer and more painful than she had imagined.

The pain from the wound felt like being pricked hard by a needle when you least expect it.

The feeling of breast engorgement is even worse. The entire breast feels like two hard stones, hot and painful, and even the slightest touch is excruciating.

She silently endured all of this, never revealing a single trace of it to her family.

Because she knew they were more tired than she was.

All she could do was watch the little one in her arms, quietly suckling in the darkness.

Glug, glug.

That small, powerful swallowing sound is the most beautiful music in the world.

It can soothe all her anxiety and fatigue.

She looked down at the child in her arms.

When they were first discharged from the hospital, they looked like three wrinkled, red-skinned little monkeys.

But in just a few days, it quickly filled up and expanded, just like an inflated balloon.

Skin gets whiter and smoother every day