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Topic: Birth (infancy) (08/20/09)
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TITLE: Waa-Waa-Waa | Previous Challenge Entry
By Deborah Caruso
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ADD TO MY FAVORITES
I just love the mattress and the little yellow ducks everywhere; very cheery.
This bumper pad comes in handy too; nice safety net.
That mobile thingy hanging over my head has some nice tunes coming out of it too; very uplifting.
I want to see her again. I haven’t seen her for a couple of hours now. It’s time to cry, waa-waa-waa.
I hear her coming. That didn’t take very long; she’s very alert. There are those strong outstretched arms of his reaching down to get me.
She looks a lot different out here than she did when I was in there, where He was covering me and where I was fearfully and wonderfully made. He knew me long before she ever did, but I’m so glad He brought us together. Come to think about it, I look a lot like her.
Oh good, she’s taking me to the big wooden rocker now. Ah, that’s much better, the gentle swaying back and forth and the nice scented blanket. This is the life. Now I really feel all snuggled and warm. It doesn’t seem to matter how much I cry, those eyes of hers see every tear, and those ears of hers hear every one of them too.
That tickles, there she goes again playing with my toes. They’re all there, cut it out. He-he-he.
“Abigail, you’re so funny!”
Abigail, I’m sure that’s my name. I really like the sound of it, nice choice mom.
I love hearing her talk; it makes me feel all peaceful inside. I latch on to every word she says, and her voice makes me feel like all is right with the world. It’s like she knows what I’m thinking and can feel every beat of my heart. I’m pretty sure she will never leave me or forsake me. She will always be around to pick me up when I fall, so I’m not afraid of walking or anything. Until I can take care of myself, I’m sure she will fight my battles for me.
There she goes again, that face is shining those smiles down on me and that makes me feel all happy inside. This is the life.
I’m hungry now; it’s time to cry again, waa-waa-waa. She knows my every need, and there it is, the bottle. That pure milk will help me grow big and strong just like she is. Ah, that’s much better, I feel satisfied and full now. This is the life.
She will sing to me now, she does that a lot. The songs are all new to me, but I like the melodies a lot, and they have some pretty good lyrics too. I’ll learn how to sing them one day when I get big.
All my needs have been met now so it is time for me to turn in, and lay me down in peace and sleep.
This is the life.
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