Daddy, Chasing Mommy Back is On Us!

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The doctor shook his head. "There aren't any effective methods. All you can do is prolong the intervals between feeding, as well as apply some lanolin nipple cream. It won't alleviate the pain entirely, but will soothe your breasts."

"But is it okay that the baby ingests the cream when he's being fed?" Jude inquired out of concern.

"The product is tried and tested, so it's safe. Nonetheless, you can wipe it off if you're worried about it."

A sullen look crept onto her face. "How long will the condition persist?"

"The condition will improve as time passes. You don't need to worry too much about it, Mrs. Raffles. Being a mother is tough, so you need to hang in there." The doctor made it a point to offer her some encouragement.

After the doctor left, Jude fell limply into Charles' arms. "I don't think I can make it, Charles. It's too hard. People make it seem so easy whenever I talk to them about my problems. Why can't I do it?" Charles knew Jude was a headstrong woman, so she believed she should be able to do anything that other people could do. "It's alright, Jude. You're already great as you are.”

"What's so great about me? I can't produce enough breast milk for my baby, so he's always crying due to hunger. Don't people always say that the first month is when mothers produce the most breast milk? It's annoying that I can't produce enough even during my first month." Jude was pouting in chagrin. "I'm not a good mother."

Hearing that made Charles feel sorry for her.

In the afternoon, a masseuse visited them to give Jude a massage, which was said to be able to promote lactation. Charles was there when Jude removed her shirt before lying down to allow the masseuse to massage her breasts. Throughout the process, she gritted her teeth to suppress the pain while turning to face the other side.

He knew she was shy. Having her private parts turned into a tool for the baby's sustenance, as well as being touched in that manner would surely be painful for any woman. He could recall the surprised look on Jude's face during the masseuse's first visit when she asked the masseuse if she had to remove all of her clothing. The memory still stung whenever he recalled it.

For the sake of the baby, Jude had pushed herself past her limits. However, she still couldn't produce enough milk for the baby even after going through multiple massage sessions, taking various medications, as well as having the baby suckle on her breasts as per the doctor's orders.

Charles had been working when Jude was sleeping. When it was about time, he came back to the care center, only to find that she was gone. Just when he was about to go find her, he saw her coming back into the room before flopping down on the bed in dejection.

"Didn't the doctor say that you should stay in bed as much as possible? Watch out so that you don't hurt your waist. Come on. Lie down." Charles adjusted the pillow's position before helping her to lie down. Upon lying down, Jude merely stared at the ceiling.

"What's the matter, Jude?"

It wasn't until then that she gradually opened up about her thoughts. “I heard from the mothers who had gone through a second labor that my nipples will stop hurting when they repeatedly scab over after the broken skin heals from being suckled by the baby. In the end, my nipples will gain a thick layer of scab, so I won't even feel anything when you touch me."

Charles wasn't sure how he should react to that. "Jude, we can feed the baby using formula if you don't want to breastfeed him. You don't have to push yourself too hard. Besides, already asked the doctor about your condition when it comes to lactation. I was told that there are people who would never be able to secrete enough milk no matter what they do, so you don't have to be so hard on yourself."

Upon hearing that, Jude glanced at him. "Do you think the baby will blame me for not being a good mother after he grew up?"

Charles shook his head gently. "No. You already are a great mother."