Mommy…! Baby Selena cried with urgent eagerness, her tiny hands reaching out as if they could pull comfort from the air. Her eyes were wide, glossy with tears, fixed on the bottle she believed should already be there. Each cry rose higher, sharper, carrying hunger, impatience, and trust all tangled together. To Selena, milk was more than food. It was safety, warmth, and proof that mommy heard her call.
She rocked her body forward, then back, crying again when nothing happened fast enough. Little breaths came in quick bursts between sobs. Her lips trembled, searching, smacking softly, begging for more. Mommy moved quickly, but to Selena, every second stretched painfully long. She cried louder, voice cracking, tiny chest heaving with effort.
Mommy knelt close, speaking gently, showing the bottle, explaining in a calm tone. Selena didn’t understand the words, only the delay. She kicked her feet, fists clenching, tears rolling down her cheeks. Hunger made her brave and fierce. She would not stop until she was heard.
Finally, the bottle touched her lips. Selena froze, then latched on desperately, drinking fast, almost angrily. Her cries stopped instantly, replaced by eager swallowing sounds. Her body softened. Her shoulders relaxed. The storm melted away with each warm sip.
Mommy held her steady, stroking her head, whispering love. Selena slowed, eyes fluttering, still drinking but no longer frantic. Milk dribbled at the corner of her mouth. She sighed deeply, the kind of sigh that comes from relief and trust.
When the bottle emptied, Selena whimpered once, then settled against mommy’s chest. Her hunger was gone. Her heart was calm. She rested quietly, knowing now that even when waiting feels unbearable, mommy always comes.
That cry was not just noise. It was communication, love, and need. And it was answered. With patience and care.
