I haven't slept well since I got mustard. I used to be a sleeping god, and I basically woke up naturally, so I wouldn't wake up at night. But now sleeping till dawn is a dream. In addition, mustard seed had eczema twice. The first time, I was at a loss. I cried, kept looking up relevant information on the internet, weighed various methods and sought a treatment suitable for mustard. Finally, I keep the mustard. It's dry eczema in my hair. I took mustard to the hospital three times. Every doctor gave a different statement. Some doctors said it was dandruff, some doctors said it was seborrheic dermatitis, and some doctors said it was dandruff diagnosis. I keep looking for related symptoms and related treatments on the Internet. After more than three months, the little mustard began to colic. Every night, he suddenly flatulence, crying. I just walked back and forth with mustard in my arms, forgetting how many nights I slept with him and how many nights I was so sleepy that I was still venting for him. Later, Mustard hated milk, so I looked at his weight every day. Let's look at mustard dad again. Mustard from birth, although very active, but because I was too careless, I refused. Until recently, he was euthanized every day I thought I loved him enough. It was not until one day that I found out that I was far behind Mustard Dad.

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One day, my mother and I found a brick red powder on the diaper of mustard, and we began to worry. We searched mustard seed's ass and found no bleeding spot. I picked up the diaper and went to the hospital. The doctor in the hospital said that urine needed to be tested, but looking at the red face of the sick child in the hospital corridor, I was worried about mustard infection, so I discussed with the doctor to take urine at home and take it to the hospital for testing. At home, mustard seed failed to receive urine all afternoon. Mustard dad came home from work, and I picked up little mustard's diaper and handed it to him. Mustard dad looked at it. I was worried and asked if it was blood. Mustard dad picked up the diaper and put it in his mouth and told me it wasn't blood. It didn't smell like blood. I think I will never forget it. When mustard grows up, I must tell him how much his father loves him.