Because of He Bufan's divine behavior, I had a comfortable month of confinement, and when I was discharged from the hospital, I was in high spirits, even better than before giving birth.

Carrying bags of various sizes back to my own home, without the assistance of the confinement center staff, as a novice mother, I felt like a newly licensed driver, trembling with fear as I was about to hit the road.

Ever since I got pregnant and divorced, my mother had been nagging, wanting to come and help me take care of the child.

And, of course, to give me some useless education, hoping to suppress my determination, or even better, make me beg for mercy.

Ha! Begging for mercy is impossible.

She doesn't know that my child is not an ordinary child.

At this moment, He Bufan is only a little over a month old, and besides eating and pooping, he spends most of his time sleeping.

When I saw my sister-in-law sending me two parenting experience materials with the letter "G," I had a headache.

There were many things on it that new mothers need to pay attention to, such as how to determine a child's crying. I turned my head and looked at He Bufan, who was sleeping soundly in his crib, and felt it wasn't a big problem.

But there was one special item that caught my attention.

It said that children shouldn't sleep too much during the day, or they won't be able to sleep at night and will become fussy.

Seeing the disadvantages of a fussy baby, I got scared and pulled the sleeping He Bufan up:

"Baby, wake up, don't sleep anymore.

"What if you sleep enough during the day and can't sleep at night?"

He Bufan was awakened by me from his sleep but wasn't annoyed. He mustered his strength to engage in "friendly" mother-son interaction with me.

I asked him, "Has the quality of Meng Po's soup deteriorated so much now?"

He Bufan rolled his eyes, then put on an innocent baby smile and acted spoiled towards me.

Oh no, this brat usually has a cold face, but when he smiles like this, he's absolutely adorable, melting the heart of this old mother.

"Little baby looks good when he smiles more, don't always put on a CEO-like face." I poked his tender cheek, and he rubbed my finger with his drool.

This is definitely revenge.

But after this incident, He Bufan significantly reduced the amount of daytime sleep. If he was really tired, he would take a nap, and when he woke up at night, he wouldn't fuss but instead practiced flipping over and sitting up on his own in the crib.

One night, as I got up to use the bathroom, I saw a little figure struggling to flip over halfway.

I reached out and picked him up, feeling somewhat helpless:

"Baby, are you being a bit too ambitious?"

I felt it necessary to explain some things to him:

"Although I know you're naturally different from others, as long as you're my son, I don't need you to achieve great things. Just be healthy and happy, and don't cause trouble for society, okay?"

He Bufan nestled in my arms, perhaps hearing me say such things to him for the first time, he stayed dazed for a few minutes.

When drowsiness hit me, I lowered my head and looked, only to find that the little one in my arms had already fallen asleep.

Well then! This is reassuringly indulgent.