Early in the morning, Baby Alan woke up feeling empty. His tiny belly rumbled, and there was no milk yet!
He looked around, but Mom wasn’t there. His tiny face scrunched up, and suddenly—WAAAAHHH!
Tears rolled down his little cheeks as he screamed as loud as he could.
“Eeeek! Eeeek! MOMMY!!”
He crawled around, searching for her, his tiny hands grabbing at everything.
Where was the milk?!
Alan’s cries only grew louder. He kicked his tiny legs, banged his little fists, and rolled on the floor.
Mom finally rushed in, holding a warm milk bottle.
“Oh, my baby! I’m here!” she said.
But Alan was too angry to listen! He swatted at her hands, shouting and crying, his tiny face red with frustration.
Mom quickly picked him up, rocking him gently.
“Shhh, sweetheart. Here’s your milk.”
The moment he saw the bottle, his tears stopped.
Alan grabbed it instantly, stuffing it into his mouth.
He sucked fast, his tiny hands holding it tightly like he would never let go.
The warm milk filled his tummy, and his cries turned into soft, happy sighs.
His tiny eyes started drooping.
Mom giggled, kissing his head. “See? Mommy always comes back.”
Alan, now full and content, snuggled into her chest, sucking on his tiny fingers.
No more crying. No more hunger.
