This home cannot contain me.

I ran with tears in my eyes, tightly holding my daughter, towards the ground.

In the vegetable patch, my daughter, who was only a day old, lay on a mat crawling with ants, crying loudly.

But I couldn't comfort her.

I had to water the chili seedlings with manure.

Otherwise, my mother-in-law would kill me!

Because I worked slowly once, my mother-in-law smashed one of my legs with a hoe.

That's why I still limp to this day.

"..."

By the time I finished watering all the chili seedlings, my child had cried herself hoarse.

I quickly picked her up, fed her milk, saying, "Be good, don't cry, Mommy is feeding you milk..."

The baby was clearly starving, sucking fiercely.

But no matter how hard she sucked, she couldn't get a few drops of milk.

I felt sad.

Since giving birth, I hadn't even had a bite to eat...

After finishing work and returning home with my child, there was only leftover food on the table.

My mother-in-law glanced at me, impatiently saying, "You took so long to water a chili seedling, were you slacking off?"

I hurriedly explained, "No, Mom, I really wasn't slacking off, I'm just too tired."

I was not only tired, I was also in pain.

I felt like there were iron wires constantly poking my lower abdomen.

I was trembling with pain.

I really wanted to lie down and not move.

But I couldn't.

If I fell, my child would fall with me.

Without giving me a chance to catch my breath, my mother-in-law made me finish the leftovers and then go weed the field.

The day after giving birth, I spent it on the field embankment.

It wasn't until the sun set that I could rest while holding my child.

When I was washing the baby, I found her forehead burning hot, whimpering but unable to make a sound!

She must have caught a fever from being in the field with me, exposed to the wind!

My heart clenched tightly.

My mother-in-law already disliked her, so she would never take her to see a doctor.

But the baby was so small, so weak, she would definitely die without medical attention!

What should I do?

When I was in a panic, my husband burst in, hugged me tightly, and reached down to touch me forcefully.

I struggled, "Honey, don't touch me, our child is sick, please, take her to see a doctor, okay?"

My husband became more excited, "It's better if the child dies, then we can have another boy!"

I pushed him hard, "Don't touch me, I just gave birth, there's still blood down there, don't do this..."

"Mom said it's okay!"

My husband forcefully spread my legs apart, "My mom said, doing this during the postpartum period increases the chances of having a boy!"