Ivy Miller was really not used to being a new mom.
Even though she had the help of Nanny Moon and Henry Sullivan during the day, and Henry’s help at night.
Ivy Miller still thought that sleep had beco a big problem.
Because she had to get up several tis a night to feed the baby.
By the third day back ho, Ivy Miller felt like she was going crazy from being tornted by her little baby, White Rice.
White Rice was the nickna she gave her daughter.
The full na was still undecided by Henry Sullivan, although many were thought of, none seed to fit the child.
These days, whenever he had so free ti, he would rack his brains, and just then, he put his pen down due to Ivy’s complaints.
Henry Sullivan sat down by the bedside and pulled her into his arms, "Auntie has taken White Rice, you can rest a bit."
"Even if I rest, I’ll still have to get up in a while.
Since that’s the case, I might as well not sleep."
"How can you think that? Should we skip als today just because we have to eat tomorrow?"
Henry Sullivan affectionately ruffled her hair, "Don’t be like this, you just had a baby, your emotions haven’t adjusted yet.
It’s okay, you have plenty of ti to adjust, and I’ll be with you."
Ivy Miller bit her lip, "Lately, I don’t know what’s wrong with , I always feel a bit lancholy inside.
Obviously... everything is great and happy, but I don’t know why, I just can’t feel content.
Uncle, what’s wrong with ? Am I going crazy?"
Henry Sullivan looked at her with a tender smile. Although he didn’t say anything, he thought she might be experiencing so postpartum depression.
This is an emotion that many new moms have.
No matter what, he needed to protect her during this ti.
He couldn’t let her emotions beco unstable.
"Maybe being cooped up in the house is too stifling for you.
How about this, I’ll give you a tough task.
You take a look at our White Rice’s na."
Ivy Miller waved her hand, "You’ve written too many nas, it makes my eyes hurt.
I don’t want to look, how about you tell one you quite fancy and I’ll listen."
"Cynthia Sullivan, Cynthia as in purity, and single one."
Ivy Miller nodded, "It’s okay."
"Then how about Preston?"
"I don’t like it, Cynthia is better."
"There’s another, lissa Sullivan, our precious baby Henry and Ivy cherish."
Ivy Miller raised her eyebrows, lissa? Sounds like cheese, but it’s quite cute.
"Not bad."
"Let’s do this, choose between Cynthia and lissa."
"Let’s go with Cynthia, otherwise later on, everyone will give White Rice a nickna like Missy."
"Good, the more I say Cynthia, the more I like it, so it’s decided."
"Shouldn’t you ask for your parents’ approval?"
Ivy Miller thought it was best to ask for their opinion, "I’m afraid if we don’t consult my mother-in-law, she’ll be upset."
"You’re overthinking it. Our child’s matters are for us to decide.
After all, they are just the grandparents, they don’t have that much authority."
Ivy Miller broke into a silent smile, hearing him say this made her inexplicably happy inside.
In fact, she still had so resentnt about the things her mother-in-law said that day.
Her mother-in-law thought she didn’t hear it in the room, but in reality, she heard everything she needed to hear.
Because when her mother-in-law spoke, she never considered the feelings of others, nor did she care if she was being overheard.
From the day she heard her mother-in-law express disdain about Cynthia being a girl, Ivy Miller felt uneasy inside.
What’s wrong with girls? Her uncle likes girls.
Besides, what’s wrong with girls, if you don’t like them, you don’t have to look, why say such things?
The next day, Henry Sullivan went to the hospital to get the birth certificate and also register the child.
From then on, the baby formally beca an Eldorian citizen.
After Henry Sullivan went out, Chloe Wilder found ti to co over to see the baby.
Seeing White Rice’s soft and tender little face, Chloe Wilder simply couldn’t look away.
"Daughter, take a look, I’m your godmother.
In the future, I’ll surely treat you better than your mom does, you should get along well with your godmother."
"No way, no way," Ivy Miller waved her hand, "My daughter can’t have a godmother like you, too unruly, I’m afraid you’ll lead her astray."
Chloe Wilder was speechless, "Are you really my best friend, is this how you talk about your sisters."
Ivy Miller chuckled, "I can definitely pass, it’s just my uncle’s test...
He’s already determined in his heart that you all have led astray a good citizen like ."
"What are you talking about, your uncle’s judgnt ability is seriously lacking.
Clearly, it was his wife who led a group of good girls astray.
How could he bite back now, it’s really unfair."
Talking with Chloe Wilder really made Ivy Miller feel so much better.
Chloe didn’t stay long, she left after about forty minutes.
Because she got a call and had to go handle sothing last minute.
This confinent definitely made Ivy feel a bit stifled.
But fortunately, her parents weren’t that old-fashioned.
With the nanny’s care, Ivy Miller was able to take several showers during the confinent.
Her mood was actually quite good.
She didn’t gain ten pounds after the confinent like so new moms.
She just ate and drank normally, and by the end of the confinent, her weight was nearly the sa as it was before having the baby.
Just as they say online, so co out of the hospital looking as if they stole a baby.
While others seem like they went shopping at the hospital and bought a baby.
She was very lucky to be the latter.
After the 42-day check-up, when they returned ho from the hospital, Henry Sullivan saw his mom waiting at their door from afar, accompanied by a young girl.
Seeing them, Mrs. Sullivan ca forward. She didn’t even look at the baby in the basket Henry was holding, just said to him, "Henry, where did you go? I brought soone to visit, but you weren’t ho."
Henry turned to look at the girl opposite, he didn’t recognize her either.
Mrs. Sullivan noticed Henry’s gaze and quickly said, "Henry, let introduce, this is Florence Wilder, your Uncle Wu’s youngest daughter.
She graduated from Harvard University last year and just returned a few days ago."
The girl waved at Henry when she heard Mrs. Sullivan introduce her, "Hello, Brother Henry, you probably don’t rember . I visited your house when I was ten, and I have a deep impression of you."
Ivy Miller felt a surge of annoyance inside, Brother Henry... huh, and she’s calling him so warmly.
Henry Sullivan looked at her with a composed face and nodded, "Hello."
Mrs. Sullivan glanced at Florence and then smiled, "Oh, don’t just stand there, let’s quickly go inside, we can chat indoors."
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