I am Xiaohong, I just gave birth, and I want my mother to take care of my confinement, but my mother keeps pushing and saying that I will delay coming by 10 days.
"Mom, I gave birth to a baby!" I called my mom excitedly to tell her the good news. Hearing my mother's surprised and delighted voice on the other end of the phone, I felt extremely warm and happy.
However, when I said that I wanted my mother to take care of my confinement, my mother's reaction disappointed me. "Auntie's feet have not been very convenient recently, let's take another ten days."
My heart sank immediately. Obviously, I need my mother's care and companionship the most during this time, how can she push back like this? .
Recalling when I was a child, my mother took good care of me, and my heart was full of attachment and attachment. Whenever I was sick or injured, my mother always took care of me and stayed in front of my bed at night until I fell asleep.
Now, I long for the same love and companionship. After giving birth, my body is weak, and I need my mother's support and care to help me complete my daily life, so that I can have more time and energy to take care of my newborn baby.
But my mother didn't understand my mood and just dealt with me absentmindedly. I know that my mother's feet are not very convenient, but she can obviously take the train to come, just for a day.
But she just deliberately pushed and didn't seem to be in a hurry to meet her newborn grandson. I can't help but wonder, in my mother's heart, am I still as important as when I was a child? Does she still love me and care about me like she used to?.
Tears couldn't help but burst out of my eyes. I knew I was destined to have a tough month. I could count on nothing but myself and could only face pain and helplessness alone.
I dialed the phone, and when I heard my mother's voice, my heart was full of anticipation. However, my mother told me that she could not come immediately, and I was a little disappointed.
The hand pressing the dial key is shaking slightly. Listening to the busy tone ringing on the other end of the phone, I waited excitedly and nervously.
Hearing my mother's voice, I was overjoyed, as if the exhaustion of my whole body had been swept away. I couldn't wait to say, "Mom, when are you going to take care of me?" I miss you so much! ”。
But my mother's answer made me suffocate and disappointed: "Auntie is really not very convenient recently, wait another ten days."
"Ten days?!" I couldn't hide the shock in my heart, "But Mom, I'm in a very bad situation now, I need your care!" ”
Mom hesitated on the other end of the phone and said, "Auntie knows that you are wronged, but her feet are really not very comfortable, and it is difficult to walk."
My heart plummeted. Mom can obviously come by train, why make such a nonsensical excuse? Isn't it so important that me and my baby?
"That. Can mom come over for a few days first? Just three days, you come by train, and I'll pick you up at the station. You go back in three days? I said.
"This can't work, tossing back and forth, Auntie is old, can't eat so hard." Mom's voice sounded a little irritable.
My heart was completely cold. It turned out that in the eyes of my mother, seeing me and the baby was also a kind of "toss" and "hard work".
Tears welled up in my eyes, and I stiffened and said, "That." Then mom, you have a good rest, I will make it by myself. Hung up, bye-bye.
After that, I immediately hung up the phone, afraid that my mother would be soft when she heard me cry. Biting my lip, I curled up on the bed and thought sadly: How can I survive this difficult confinement without my mother?
During the ten days I waited, I began to slowly adapt to the rhythm of my new life, and at the same time experienced the hardships of confinement.
On the first day after talking to my mother, I was on the verge of collapse. All I thought about was my mother's disregard for me and the difficult situation I was about to face.
The next day, my baby cried all night, and I was exhausted, but I struggled to get out of bed to take care of him. On the third day, I learned to hold him with one hand and busy with the other.
Day after day, I slowly adapted to this high-intensity routine. The baby needs my meticulous care, so I push myself up again and again.
However, the hard work and loneliness of being alone enveloped me. When my baby cries and fusses, I wish someone could take even the slightest bit of stress out for me.
"It's okay, I can definitely do it." I kept encouraging myself. I knew that my mother would not come, and that I was the only one to rely on.
So, I started thinking about how to better adjust myself and face all this independently. I learned to plan my time wisely, go to bed early and get up early to get enough sleep.
I massage myself to relax and stay positive and optimistic at all times.
I also think about how to take better care of my baby. I patiently responded to his needs and bonded with him.
Gradually, our mother and son established a tacit understanding, and life was on track. I started to feel confident that I could face it all on my own.
After ten days of patience, I called again, intending to tell my mother that I didn't need her anymore. However, I found that my mother had forgotten to hang up the phone, and I heard the casual conversation of her family, and my heart was full of disappointment and sadness.
The ten-day wait was long and painful, and I almost thought it would never come. Finally, at dawn on the tenth day, I held my baby and decided to call my mother on the phone I had been longing for.
"Hey, Mom, I'm Xiaohong." After the call was connected, I said straight to the point, "I've survived by myself for these ten days, you don't have to come, I'll be fine."
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, and then there was a loud voice. I heard a few words clearly: "Xiaohong said that I don't have to go over."
Is it? That's just right, I don't want to go either.
My heart began to beat wildly. Did Mom forget to hang up the phone? My hands were shaking, and instead of hanging up, I listened quietly.
"Anyway, it's only ten days, and it's not ten October, Xiaohong can't get through it by herself." This is Mom's voice.
"Yes, they all gave birth, and they still expect you to serve every day, which is too ignorant." This is my aunt's voice.
"It's just that she grows up and matures herself." This is my second aunt's voice.
"Then it's decided, don't go!" Mom said.
My tears welled up in my eyes. It turned out that the mother I had been looking forward to, they all looked at me this way in private.
"Baby, mom doesn't want us anymore." I hugged the child in my arms, tears soaking his little swaddling. He seemed to sense my sadness and whimpered.
I know that my baby and I can only rely on each other. Mom won't love me as much as she used to, but that's okay, I'll be stronger than I used to be and guard our little family alone.
After hearing my mother's casual conversation, I reflected on my emotions and decisions. Although a little sad, I realized that I had grown up independently and was no longer dependent on my parents, and it was time to face the difficulties alone.
After hanging up, I curled up on the bed and cried for a long time. There were so many emotions mixed up that I was almost out of breath.
I thought of my mother's words, my attitude of their contempt for me, and my heart felt like it had been cut by a sharp blade.
Maybe I'm really too willful and ignorant. As an adult, I still expect my mother to treat me like a child, and I am indeed very naïve.
But I really need their support and love. Faced with the hardships of childbirth and confinement alone, I felt overwhelmed.
I was ashamed of my vulnerability and dependence. It's time to grow up, Little Red. I said to myself. You are already a mother, so you should take on everything on your own.
Yes, I can no longer rely on my mom, on anyone. I am responsible for my life.
Mom is not coming, but I still have the baby. I hugged him and kissed his little hands and feet, reverently like to the altar.
I swear that I will try to give him the best life possible.
Starting today, I want to make my baby my strong motivator. I will do my best to give him happiness and stop thinking about those sad things.
I wiped away my tears, washed my face and changed clothes. Looking at myself in the mirror, I nodded heavily.
Yes, I can pull the baby up by myself. It doesn't matter if my mother doesn't come, I will prove that I have grown up.
During my confinement, although I lost the support I had expected, I also experienced independence, tenacity and growth.
The moment the confinement ended, I burst into tears with excitement. After 30 hard days, I actually survived alone.
Looking back on this month, I experienced pain and growth like never before. The pain of childbirth, breastfeeding at night, loneliness with no one to talk to.
I thought I couldn't take it, but I survived. I found the strength inside me, the strength I didn't know I had.
For the first time, I realized so clearly that I was an individual. Even without my mother and without the support of anyone, I could live well.
This sense of independence makes me incredibly strong. I know that no matter what happens, I can face it. Through this ordeal, I found the strength and courage to be a mother.
I also cherish my mother's care for me in the past. I can't blame her for being old and infirm and unable to take care of me as she used to.
I learned a truth: in this world, the most important thing is to be independent and build inner strength.
This experience made me grow into a more independent mother. I am determined to give my baby the best care and make her a strong person in the face of difficulties.
As I gently held my baby and kissed her forehead, I smiled and said, "We can do it, right?" ”
The confinement days are over, and although I don't have my mother's company, I have successfully taken care of myself and my baby through my own efforts and persistence, which makes me more confident and proud.
On this day, I was finally able to go out and walk. I took my baby in my arms and walked out of this small house where I had been quieting for a month, taking a deep breath of fresh air.
The bright sun shone on my body, the breeze blew gently, and I felt the warmth that I had lost for a long time. For the first time in this month, I felt free and relaxed.
I looked down at the baby in my arms, who slept soundly and her little hands held tightly. I kissed her soft hair, my heart full of love.
One month's hard work was not in vain, the baby was safe and healthy, and I recovered as before. Our mother and daughter depended on each other and got through this difficult time together.
I understood that I was fully capable of raising her on my own. I will work hard to keep her clothed and fed; I will do my best to give her a warm home.
This is not only a responsibility to the daughter, but also a commitment to oneself. I am no longer the weak and naïve girl I used to be, I have become a mature mother on my own.
When I look back at everything that happened this month, all that remains is determination and pride. Yes, I did, I got through the toughest times in my own strength.
This test made me understand the meaning of independence and self-improvement. It tempered my will and made me tougher and more mature.
I will always remember my mother's nurturing grace. Even though she didn't show up at the end, I wouldn't blame her. I can only be grateful to her for taking care of me in the past and for giving her the filial piety and love she deserves.
From now on, we will have a better life. Trust me, Mom, your daughter has grown up.
Okay, having understood your request, I continued to write about 300 words and concluded the end, which reads as follows:
Holding the baby, I walked slowly down the park path. Looking at her asleep in the stroller, I couldn't help but imagine her future life.
I will do my best to give her the best life possible, but I will also make her independent and strong. She will have difficulties, she will fall and cry, and I will give her the strength to get up on her own.
I will teach her to face life with a positive and optimistic attitude. She will have her own career and will not need to be attached to anyone.
This test was undoubtedly hard, but it strengthened me and made me who I am now. I'm no longer afraid of any challenges because I know I can beat them.
May all mothers have such strength and self-confidence. We all have moments of weakness and dependence, but remember that our hearts are stronger than we think.