Chapter 202: Chapter 202

Chapter 202

Alessia blurted out. “I know what I’m doing, no need for you to worry your pretty little head.”

Having said that, Alessia started to change the baby’s diaper and then began breastfeeding. Anastasia chose to beat it for a while; even though they were all women, it could still be awkward in such situations.

No sooner had Anastasia left than Dana bolted in, standing next to Alessia, eyeballing her. She said, “Be careful when you’re feeding.

Don’t let the kid choke.”

Alessia was already pretty cheesed off, so she shifted the direction she held the baby.

Dana followed suit, noticing Alessia’s clothes were about to slip and cover the nipple, she reached out and adjusted it. “He’s about to get poked in the eye.”

The moment Dana reached out, Alessia was about to blow a fuse.

This was a private moment, already uncomfortable with Dana gawking, but now she was touching. Even if it were her own mom, Alessia would find it inappropriate, let alone Dana. Alessia was barely keeping her cool. She insisted on feeding the baby. Just as Alessia was adjusting her clothes, Dana seized the opportunity to swoop in and take the baby.

“The baby just finished eating, and needs a little back patting, otherwise he might spit up.” Dana was saying as she walked out. “I’m going to take the baby out for a spin, you chat with your friend.”

Alessia followed her out, saying, “It’s windy outside. Don’t take him out.”

Dana said, “Kids need to get in touch with nature, and adapt to the environment. You young people don’t understand. I’ve got experience.”

Alessia was left speechless. Usually, when she took the baby out, Dana would say the baby had a weak resistance, it was windy outside, and you can’t take him out. Now when Alessia said the same, Dana found a new excuse.

Anyway, whatever Dana did or said was right, and whatever Alessia did or said

wrong.

Because Anastasia was present, Alessia didn’t argue with Dana, she just let her take the baby out.

“Anastasia, do you want tea or juice?” Alessia asked.

“Juice, please.” Anastasia noticed Alessia was in a bad mood and didn’t say much.

Mother–in–law and daughter–in–law relations, it was a real pickle. Different parenting concepts of two generations were bound to cause conflicts.

Alessia had the housemaid bring a glass of juice. Only the two of them were chatting in the spacious living room.

Most of the conversation was about the baby. As they chatted, Alessia couldn’t help but say, “I graduated top of my class, and I can hold my own in the company. But Dana is always picking on me, saying that I can’t do right. Especially when it comes to taking care of the baby, she’s constantly belittling me. Saying my diaper changing posture is wrong. The bath water temperature is either too high or too low…”

Anastasia patiently listened to Alessia’s venting. She knew these negative emotions, if not vented, would definitely make Alessia more upset.

Alessia hadn’t gotten her figure back, yet she had to breastfeed the baby at night and experienced a lack of sleep. She looked worn out, anxious, and full of negative emotions. Add to that her husband, Evan, didn’t know how to mediate. The pressure Alessia felt naturally piled up.

Alessia’s eyes started to well up. “If the baby goes to bed late, Dana blames me, saying my lifestyle during pregnancy was irregular. If the baby has diarrhea, she blames my chaotic eating. During the days when the baby had eczema, Dana frowned all day, insisting it was because I let the baby wear too little and caught a cold. I really can’t communicate with her effectively.”

Living under the same roof, like upper and lower teeth, friction was inevitable. If Anastasia wasn’t married, hearing Alessia say this, she might have had a fear of marriage.

Alessia wiped her tears with a tissue, continuing, “After the baby was born, Dana sent Evan to sleep in the guest room, saying the baby would disturb his rest. Now, except for breastfeeding the baby, I barely touch the baby. Dana is always holding the baby, and unless the baby is hungry, she won’t give him back. It really makes me feel like the baby is hers.”

Anastasia didn’t know if most families were like this, but hearing Alessia say this, she found it quite terrifying. “Alessia, you’re breastfeeding now. You probably can’t work, can you?”

“I plan to go back to work next month. If Dana likes to look after the baby, she can do it. I’ve started to mix feed the baby with formula. I have to work. If I keep staying in this house, I might go nuts.”