After I was reborn, I did everything the opposite of my confinement nanny at home.
Just because in my last life, I could hear my confinement sister's voice.
On the first day of confinement, my mother-in-law bought me expensive bird's nests to nourish my body, but I heard the voice of my confinement sister-in-law.
"What kind of idea does this damn old woman have to bring harm to people with something that's all about technology and ruthless work? It's better to eat eggs. My daughter ate only eggs when she gave birth, and she recovered quickly and well!"
I listened to my confinement sister's experience and replaced the bird's nest with brown sugar-boiled eggs. However, my lochia became more and more frequent. My husband disliked my stench and slept in a separate room with me.
My son had a cold and a fever, and my confinement sister's voice helped me cool down physically.
"When a child has a fever, he will be fine if he covers it and sweats. I have taken care of dozens of children and they are all like this. Hospitals are full of germs. If you go to the hospital, there may be problems."
I believed it, but later my son had a high fever and died, and I became the sinner of the whole family.
Later, my husband worked overtime to socialize, and the confinement nanny hinted that my husband had someone outside.
"Should I tell my wife that her husband has a different perfume smell every day? I saw him entering the hotel with a woman a few days ago..."
The confinement sister's words made me, who suffered from postpartum depression, even more sensitive and suspicious. I followed my husband and made a big fuss at social events before being purged and left the house.
I was thrown into the street in a state of embarrassment and was eventually hit and killed by a large truck.
After I died, my confinement sister-in-law's daughter came into the house and finally climbed into my husband's bed.
When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn and returned to the day when I heard my confinement sister's voice.
