"Really," Lin Xiaoguai nodded, "It's just that the taste might not be very good, and I don't know if Sister Li Qin will be able to stomach it. If it works, I'll make it at home every day and bring it to the hospital."
After a pause, "And breast milk is the most nourishing. I've seen a premature baby in the Capital who stayed in an incubator for over half a month and didn't gain an ounce, but after being taken care of at home for a week, the baby gained over a pound. It's not that the hospital care is bad, but the baby isn't theirs; how could they possibly provide care as diligently as the parents?"
Lin Xiaoguai had always disapproved of putting newborns into incubators, mainly because in her past life, she had encountered two not-so-good examples: one child, whose parents were both very smart, inexplicably grew up a bit slow-witted; another, whose parents were both articulate, developed a severe stutter, making speech so difficult it left others gasping for air.
