novellhall Chapter 624 - 595: Unconventional Companionship
Chapter 624 - 595: Unconventional Companionship
Simon Forrester didn’t understand the fuss around these everyday matters: "Why is postpartum care so stressful?"Sienna Thornton said, "I’ve heard a lot about daughters-in-law complaining about their mothers-in-law. For example, mothers-in-law tend to be bossy about raising newborns and postpartum care, and with the generational gap in views, daughters-in-law feel quite aggrieved."
"Never mind daughters-in-law, I’m feeling aggrieved just listening to this."
After the baby finished feeding and fell asleep, Simon gently laid him in the crib, covered him with a thin cotton blanket, and turned off the light.
Sienna thought he was going to sleep on the recliner, so she turned her face towards that side, only to find him squeezing onto the hospital bed.
Sienna scooted over a little to make room for him. With his long arms and legs, and a sturdy build, he was adorably cramped on the small bed.
He gently wrapped his wife in his arms, kissed her lightly, and whispered, "It’s been strange not sleeping next to you for the past few nights."
His wife hadn’t bathed in two days, sweated continuously, and her hair was greasy from sweat, yet he thought she was the prettiest, most delicate woman in the world.
They cuddled together, doing nothing but quietly listening to each other’s heartbeat, occasionally whispering a few words, just like that, they felt like the happiest people in the world.
...
On the third day postpartum, Sienna started to have engorgement. The baby was eating more and becoming more well-behaved, either eating or sleeping without any fuss.
Sylvia Langley and Melinda Linton continued to deliver meals. Old Master Forrester would visit during the day to see his great-grandson and then return, while Quentin Thorne would stop by after work in the evening.
Simon Forrester stayed at the hospital to take care of his wife and child.
By the fourth day, Sienna’s surgical wound hurt less, and she started accompanying Simon to watch the baby bathe and move around the room more to help with postpartum recovery.
After five smooth days, they prepared to leave the hospital on the morning of the sixth day.
The elders from both the Forrester and Thorne families arrived. Old Master Forrester carefully took out a red envelope, stuffing it into Simon’s hands.
"I’ve thought of three names for my great-grandson. Jules, you and Annie can pick your favorite! You can use it when you register the birth certificate!"
Simon didn’t open it, promptly returning the envelope to the elder: "I already had the birth certificate issued."
He had taken care of the discharge procedures earlier, including the baby’s birth certificate and the documents Sienna needed for her maternity subsidy.
Old Master Forrester was excited to hear this: "I haven’t told you what names I picked. What name did you put on the birth certificate?"
Simon returned to the room and showed the birth certificate to the elder.
Upon seeing the name "Kaden Forrester" in the "Newborn Name" section, Old Master Forrester nearly fainted.
The elder glared and shouted, "This child should be from the ’Huai’ generation, not ’Kai’. Why give him such a name?"
Simon replied nonchalantly: "He’s my son; I make the decisions."
The room fell silent.
"Well then!"
After a moment, Old Master Forrester’s expression changed from anger to a soft smile, finally waving it off: "Fine, fine, he’s your son. But for the second one, it must follow the generational character! One indulgence is enough; twice is too much!"
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
...
Before noon, the postpartum care center personnel arrived.
Simon gently placed his son into the baby carrier.
Sienna put on loose silk trousers and a tunic, along with a wide-brimmed hat that Sylvia brought back from Franland.
The director, Joyce Sutton, and some of the medical staff who participated in the surgery also came to see them off.
With one hand holding the baby carrier and the other arm wrapped around Sienna, Simon descended with the postpartum care center staff, amid everyone’s blessings.
The center sent a van, with Old Master Forrester, Quentin Thorne, and Sylvia Langley driving their cars in tow to escort Simon and his family to the center.
...
After settling in at the postpartum care center, Simon stayed with Sienna and the baby in their room to rest, while the elders chatted in the outer lounge about plans for the baby’s full month celebration.
Old Master Forrester proposed holding the banquet at The Imperial Court Club, with the club handling the full month gifts for guests, packing them into three-layer gift boxes with the club’s logo.
"This way, it’s classy and generous!" Old Master Forrester said.
Quentin Thorne was indifferent.
As he was busy with work, and Melinda’s health was poor and unfamiliar with local customs, having the Forrester Family host their grandchild’s banquet seemed for the best.
The elders reached a consensus, visited the baby and Sienna again briefly, then headed to the center’s restaurant for a meal, mentioning they’d like to take a walk before heading home.
After seeing off the elders, Simon returned to the room.
Sienna was lying down, breastfeeding the baby, asking: "Did they all leave?"
"They said they want to enjoy the sights a bit after eating, like an autumn outing. With a new baby at home, they still want to wander around..."
Sienna laughed: "Well, it’s better than them meddling too much and bothering us, right?"
Simon nodded, looking at his wife and child: "I’ll take a quick shower and come back to nap with you."
Sienna smiled: "Who needs you to nap with me? Just say you want to nap..."
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A moment later, Simon emerged from the shower.
Sienna was still lying on her side, feeding the baby.
He sat at the bedside, towel-drying his hair, asking: "Is he done eating?"
Sienna gazed lovingly at the baby, smiling: "Almost, he’s been feeding for twenty minutes now."
Upon hearing that, Simon tossed the towel over his shoulder and got up to move the baby.
Sienna, alarmed, hurriedly stopped him: "What are you doing? He’s asleep; don’t pick him up..."
Simon wasn’t about to play with him; he was placing the baby in the crib.
Once the baby was settled, he returned to sit on the big bed, pulling Sienna into his arms, smiling: "This is my spot. He can only borrow it during feeding times."
Sienna gave him a playful shove, laughing sweetly.
To prevent her from misunderstanding that he was jealous of the baby, Simon explained: "It’s best for him to get used to sleeping in his own crib. Otherwise, once he’s accustomed to our bed, it’ll be difficult to separate later."
Having just given birth, Sienna’s motherly instincts were overflowing; she longed to be with the baby 24/7. Seeing him alone in the crib made her feel a pang of sadness.
She said, "Many kids sleep with their moms, and dads sleep separately. When the kids grow up and don’t want to sleep with mom, dad moves back."
Without a second thought, Simon said: "No way. In our home, it will never happen where ’dad sleeps in a separate room.’ Don’t even think about it, it’s impossible."