Hello Mumma Papa. Here's my part of story of being on the earth for nearly 10 weeks.
It was all good and dark inside Mumma's womb. It was so warm, and happy place to be. I could sleep and wake up anytime. I had been hearing voices of Mumma and Papa in there. I liked you people, I always wanted to know you more all this while. Though I hated the "office time" with Mumma, I loved the cab rides en route to her office, and also all the movie dates that I had been to with you folks throughout. I saw my fingers and toes build, and felt my hair grow. I could hear Mumma's stomach grumble and all her heartbeats. I had enjoyed swimming in the water in my house while Mom and Dad played music for me. I had gotten my food home delivered, and enjoyed kicking and moving my limbs in the house.
I often felt Mumma and Papa's hands on the walls of my house. Slowly, my house became smaller for me because I was growing in size. Sorry Mom, I had become so heavy, and you faced all that pain!
I often felt Mumma and Papa's hands on the walls of my house. Slowly, my house became smaller for me because I was growing in size. Sorry Mom, I had become so heavy, and you faced all that pain!
Ooohlaaaa, here comes the moment. This place is much bigger than the previous one. There's so much noise here, so many people. Oouuchh! Why are they pulling my head out? This place unlike my home has so much light and is cold too. These people are congratulating each other. I am crying and everyone else is smiling. I hear a familiar voice now, feels like its you Mumma.
From what I can understand, "I am born".
Last 9 weeks had been versatile, so many visitors, all the chit chat, real car rides, noise, music and a lot. These days I am meeting Dadu, Dadi, Nanu, Nani, Mama, bhuas and many people. I sleep and wake up and sleep again and wake up. Mumma and others are talking a lot about my sleep routine, my susu, potty and hunger. I do not understand what is this "8 hour sleep".
Sorry Mumma I cry when I pee or poop. I do not know how to tell you this, so I cry. No one would like to stay in their own poop, would you? Sometimes I cry and Mumma cries with me, we are so similar. Ain't we? Mumma calls me Diaperman! I get hungry every 2 hours. Unlike you people, all I have for food is milk. When I pass gas, why does everyone laugh at me? I don't like bathing, I never did it in my small home.
Mumma thank you for hugging me, lifting me up, keeping me warm when I feel home sick or become cranky. Papa I love you too, I often meet you in this new home, and sometimes on that small thing which they call mobile phone.
I will become a good boy soon, and learn this "8 hour sleep" thing, and then we will be a nice happy family.
Sorry Mumma I cry when I pee or poop. I do not know how to tell you this, so I cry. No one would like to stay in their own poop, would you? Sometimes I cry and Mumma cries with me, we are so similar. Ain't we? Mumma calls me Diaperman! I get hungry every 2 hours. Unlike you people, all I have for food is milk. When I pass gas, why does everyone laugh at me? I don't like bathing, I never did it in my small home.
Mumma thank you for hugging me, lifting me up, keeping me warm when I feel home sick or become cranky. Papa I love you too, I often meet you in this new home, and sometimes on that small thing which they call mobile phone.
I will become a good boy soon, and learn this "8 hour sleep" thing, and then we will be a nice happy family.