After Joy came, she really cared about the baby.

She held the baby, comforted the baby, and played with the baby.

Only when the baby was hungry, she'd bring the baby to me.

At other times, it seemed intentional that she and the baby never appeared in the same room as me.

I asked her if she had a problem with me.

She explained that it was for scientific feeding. She wanted to reduce the baby's dependence on the mother and cultivate its independence.

I wanted to be with the baby all the time, but my family strongly supported Joy.

Every day when Stephen came home, he would be in the living room and play with Joy and the baby. I constantly heard laughter.

When someone came to visit, they even accidentally took Joy as the hostess.

And I became the "maid" who buried herself in work.

I even slept alone in the smallest guest room in the house so that Joy could easily come over and feed the baby at midnight.

"I shouldn't be here if Mr. Chandler is here at night," Joy said shyly in her pajamas.

"Then I'll sleep with the baby at night," I suggested but it was unanimously opposed by the family.

Andrea said, "Joy knows scientific feeding. Do you know what's the right sleeping position for the baby? Have you systematically learned how to put the baby to sleep? Professional matters should be left to professionals!"

Stephen said, "Everything works great now. Don't make trouble. Let's do as Joy says."

Joy also advised me, "Mrs. Chandler, don't worry. I'm doing all this for the good of the baby."

Stephen and Andrea loved the baby and fully supported scientific feeding.

I opposed Joy because I was ignorant.

I was the baby's mother, but even Joy, a maid, cared about the baby more than I did.

My family always said that to me, making me guilty.

Only Joy stood by my side and spoke for me.

"Mrs. Chandler's behavior is a protective psychology towards her baby. This is the mother's strong protective desire and dependence on the newborn baby after birth as well as the anxiety and fear of the baby's rearing process. Although this is an illness, it can be cured. We must believe in science."

Now I had a mental illness.

They were even more guarded against me getting near the baby.

Every time I fed the baby, I always felt that the baby was not as lively and active as before.

I couldn't sleep at night, and accidentally, I found Joy's Twitter alt account.

I clicked on it and saw her latest post.