The tiny newborn lay in the soft corner of the nest, his eyes still closed, his fragile hands reaching out into the empty air. He had been waiting patiently, sensing the warmth and comfort that only his mother’s milk could bring. But as the minutes passed, his small whimpers turned into louder cries, echoing in the stillness of the afternoon. His little chest rose and fell quickly, showing his urgency and need.
Mother, busy grooming herself and looking around, seemed distracted for a while. She glanced at her baby, hearing his cries, but still didn’t immediately respond. The baby’s voice grew shakier, the sound full of longing and confusion. His instinct told him that milk should come when he was hungry, that mother should hold him close and give him comfort. Yet here he was, alone in his moment of need, feeling the ache in his empty stomach.
Finally, after what felt like forever to the little one, the mother moved closer. She leaned down and gathered her tiny baby in her arms. The warmth of her fur calmed him slightly, but the cries did not stop until he finally felt the familiar touch of milk reaching his lips. His desperate suckling was fast and unsteady at first, showing how long he had waited. Gradually, his breathing slowed, his tiny fingers relaxed, and the anxious sound of crying faded into small, contented noises.
The late milk had made him cry with all the strength he had, but in the end, he was safe and fed in his mother’s arms. The moment was a reminder of how deeply newborns depend on love, care, and timely comfort — for to them, even a short wait feels like an eternity.
