Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 336 - 0336: Joy of Having a Precious Son4_1

Chapter 336: Chapter 0336: Joy of Having a Precious Son4_1

The birth canal opened quickly, and the birth was smooth.

The hot water had not even been brought into the room by Mrs. Xu for an hour when Lu’s father and Guan Cheng heard them shouting, "It’s born! It’s born!"

Then came the cry of a baby, not very loud but thrilling.

Overjoyed, Lu’s father sprung out of the kitchen, stood in the door and asked, "Was the birth smooth? How is Xiaoxue? How is her physical energy? And how is the baby? Are they both safe and sound?"

He was so excited that he didn’t know where to put his hands.

His first concern being Feng Qingxue’s condition before asking about the baby was unlike others who would firstly ask whether it was a boy or a girl. Not only Wang Fengqiao, who was dealing with Feng Qingxue’s post-natal issues, but also Miao Fengqin, who was bathing the baby, were quite pleased. Laughing loudly, they reassured, "Everything is fine, both Xiaoxue and the baby are well, a big fat boy! Mother and son are safe!"

The baby was indeed fat, heavy in their arms.

After the bath, the baby was dressed in tiny clothes, wrapped in a diaper and a red floral swaddle. Tied with a red cloth ribbon, Miao Fengqin placed the baby on a prepared scale, and the weighing stick was raised instantly.

"Seven pounds and eight ounces!"

Miao Fengqin was astounded at the scale. The swaddle, clothes, and diaper together had already weighed six ounces.

Seven pounds and two ounces! What a concept!

In such a time of scarcity, a five-pound baby was considered chubby, yet this baby weighed more than seven pounds.

"Oh my gosh! Qingxue, you raised him so well!" Wang Fengqiao exclaimed.

Mrs. Xu came out with a bucket of placenta blood and filth, and when she saw Lu’s father laughing in the courtyard, she congratulated, "Congratulations! A seven-pound, two-ounce chubby boy!"

Lu’s father was so overjoyed that his grin went from ear to ear. "Thank you, thank you!" he said.

Mrs. Xu, noting his ecstatic speechless state, couldn’t help but laugh, quickly took care of the filthy matter, and brought more hot water into the room.

Feng Qingxue was covered in sweat from the birth. Her clothes and the old mattress underneath were soaked with blood and needed to be replaced. She was now dressed in fresh, dry clothes and was lying on a thinly padded mattress that had been prepared in advance.

Wang Fengqiao wrapped her head, put socks on her, and let her lie in bed, with the baby placed by her pillow.

As she glanced at her son, who had already fallen asleep in his swaddle after crying, Feng Qingxue’s heart filled with tender love at the sight of this newborn life. It was as if all the hardship of ten months of pregnancy and the pain of childbirth were worth it.

Her child, her precious baby.

In past and present lives, the first child carried all the hopes and expectations of her and Lu Jiang before its birth.

Miao Fengqin, Wang Fengqiao, and Mrs. Xu all gathered around the bed, conversing with each other.

"Qingxue, look at your son, his hair is black and thick, his skin is rosy and chubby, his arms are plump like lotus roots. He’s going to be fair and plump when he grows up, he’ll be the darling of everyone’s eyes!" Wang Fengqiao said.

Miao Fengqin agreed with a nod, "Qingxue, you indeed know how to nurture."

"Ultimately, it comes down to the fact that neither the mother nor the child has ever gone hungry. Lu Jiang should be credited for this."

Upon hearing Mrs. Xu’s words, both Miao Fengqin and Wang Fengqiao nodded in agreement. Who could have imagined how far the frail little girl who could have been blown away by a gust of wind could have come today?

At this moment, Guan Cheng’s voice arrived from outside the door, "Granny, the porridge is ready. I’m bringing it for my aunt!"

Mrs. Xu hurried over to take it from him and brought it over to the bed.

The millet porridge was mixed with brown sugar, a big bowl filled with nothing but the thick porridge, without a drop of water.