Chapter 283 Weaning
"Susan, you're an adult. Can you be more practical? You can handle some grievances, but what about the kids? How are Hayden and Spring supposed to grow up happily in this environment?" Seb frowned, his concern for the children evident, hoping Susan would reconsider.
However,Susan stood her ground, refusing to accept help from Seb.
"My mom raised Dorothy and me in worse conditions, and we turned out fine. Kids need family warmth and care. Material stuff is secondary. It's good for them to face some hardships; it prepares them for the future," She shot back.
"Why are you so stubborn?" Seb was annoyed but helpless.
"You knew my character from day one, so why ask?" Susan retorted.
"You..." Seb was speechless and felt like punching the wall.
As the argument escalated, Hayden stood up and said, "Daddy, I think Mommy is right!"
"Adults are talking, why are you interrupting?" Seb snapped at Hayden.
But Hayden wasn't scared. He looked up and said, "Isn't it true that sometimes we need to face hardships to truly appreciate happiness?"
"How do you know so much?" Seb glared at him.
"Isn't this what you always teach me, Daddy?" Hayden replied.
Seb rolled his eyes in frustration, then turned around, opened the door, and left.
After the door closed, Susan laughed.
Seeing her laugh, Hayden hugged her leg and asked, "Mommy, does that mean you're not angry anymore?"
"How did you know I was angry?" Susan asked, touching his head.
"You were so fierce arguing with Daddy. I've never seen you like that," Hayden said, his big eyes wide.
"Really?" Susan frowned. She didn't think she was that fierce. Though she argued with Seb, she thought she controlled her emotions.
"Yes." Hayden nodded firmly.
"Maybe I didn't control my emotions well," Susan said with a gentle smile.
Hayden hesitated, then said, "Mommy, I think Daddy is really afraid of you!"
Susan raised an eyebrow. "Nonsense, why would he be afraid of me?"
"Daddy's not afraid of much, except you, Mommy. Every time you argue, he goes out and punches the wall. If he wasn't afraid, why would he take it out on the wall?" Hayden said innocently.
Susan didn't say anything but was shocked inside.
"Mommy, what are you thinking about?" Hayden asked, pulling her hand.
Susan snapped back and said, "I'm thinking about what to cook for you."
"I want pizza," Hayden exclaimed.
"Okay, I'll make it right away." Susan pinched his cheek and headed to the kitchen.
However, Susan was quite distracted while cooking.
In early summer, Susan decided to wean Spring.
She didn't give Spring any milk all day. Spring cried until her face turned red. Despite the heart-wrenching cries, Susan held her ground, aware that giving in would only make the process more challenging.
Susan stayed firm. No matter how much Spring cried, she didn't give in. She even put something spicy on the pacifier. However, Spring's determination matched her mother's resolve. The young child adamantly rejected food, drink, play, or rest, clinging tightly to Susan's clothes in an unwavering display of protest.
Susan had never seen such a stubborn child. She angrily spanked Spring's bottom twice, but it was useless, and Spring cried even harder.
As the day wore on, Susan found herself nearing her breaking point. Witnessing Spring's distress tugged at her heartstrings, yet she repeated to herself, "I can't give in to her demands for milk now, or the weaning process will only become more challenging in the future!"
It wasn't until evening when Isabella came home that Susan saw hope.
Seeing Spring clinging to Susan's clothes on the sofa bed, Isabella frowned. "Are you really weaning her?"
"She's already one year and three months old. How can she still be breastfeeding?" Susan said impatiently.
"Let her breastfeed if she wants. You're making a big deal out of it. Some kids breastfeed until they're two." Isabella bent down to pick up Spring, but no matter how she coaxed, Spring kept crying.
Isabella walked around with Spring for half an hour. Although Spring's crying lessened, her voice was hoarse, and she kept calling, "Mommy."
"Why is this child so stubborn? I think she takes after you!" Isabella said, looking at Spring.
"She takes after me in the bad ways, not the good ones," Susan said, shaking her head.
"Did you get the weaning shot? You can't wean like this; you'll get mastitis," Isabella warned.
Susan frowned. "She's been crying all day. Where would I find the time? The clinic's closed now; I'll go tomorrow."
"Go early tomorrow. I can watch Spring for a bit. I have a business trip for three to five days. If I knew you were weaning her, I would've postponed it!" Isabella frowned.
"Don't worry. She probably won't be crying by tomorrow. Besides, you need the travel allowances. Your bag is still waiting for this month's paycheck!" Susan said, shaking her head with a smile.
Isabella had been spending freely lately. A few days ago, she spent over ten thousand dollars on a luxury handbag, which left Susan dumbfounded.
"I'm just enjoying life, okay? I don't want to be like you, working yourself to death for these two kids," Isabella said, pouting at Spring.
"That's the greatness of maternal love. You'll understand when you become a mother," Susan said, looking at Spring lovingly.
"Maybe," Isabella said, continuing to walk with Spring.
That night, Spring naturally cried non-stop, but fortunately, she was so tired by midnight that she fell asleep.
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