Who cut my Cord?

My eyes were tightly shut. I guess I have yet to get accustom to a bright environment, the light were piercing in via my eye lid. I am not sure why I need to be outside here instead in my cocoon. Those lights were tempting but I prefer the darkness and stability of my cocoon. All I need to do is to wait for my food to come. Now I need to do my part, suck it up, what a dog eat dog world. Yeap, now I need to suck to feed myself. The cocoon were warm and it remains in a stable temperature as compare to out here, sometimes it’s hot and sometimes it’s cold. I wished I am back in my cocoon.

I heard footsteps again, its sounds unfamiliar, sounds like its walking towards my direction. Lets hope it not one of those gigantic creature again if not I will need to defend myself again. Hey! Don’t touch me; I am not a toy you know. Keep your hands off me. Hey! Don’t pinch me, stop it else you will regret it. Poot! Poot!, there you go, you asked for it. My defense system is on full alert. This is just a warning, I have more. You touch or pinch me again; I will give more to you.

As I was looking at this little creature on the make shift bed on the floor, he looks innocent, just 3 days old. I am not sure why they pass out slimy yellowish and sometimes greenish liquid so often. Maybe their little stomach is still weak and still adjusting to the food. I do pity them though, with this constant disturbance from visitors, how do they rest. As he was resting on his mum strong and caring arm, sucking onto the nipple for his food, I wonder how does he knows that he needs to suck for his food after spending 9 months nestle in his mummy stomach?

My sister in law, 3 days old son……