It was a long and restless night for mom, who stayed awake beside little A Tong, making sure her baby was clean, comfortable, and cared for. The soft rustle of the night was occasionally interrupted by A Tong’s sleepy grumbles and his little feet kicking around in protest. His tiny belly was full, but his diaper? Oh no, it was a full one too.
Despite the hour, mom didn’t hesitate. She gently lifted A Tong from his basket and placed him on a soft towel. His eyes blinked slowly, barely able to stay open, but the moment that cold wipe touched his skin—he let out a mini tantrum. A sharp cry, a pouty lip, and those classic baby wails echoed softly in the quiet room.
Mom worked through it with love. She cleaned him gently, whispered to calm him, and changed his diaper with the practiced care of someone who had done it countless times before. Her hands moved with patience, even though her eyes showed the fatigue of a sleepless night.
After she finished, A Tong was wrapped in a cozy blanket, smelling fresh and clean. He gave a little sigh of satisfaction, nestled into mom’s chest, and drifted off to sleep.
Mom didn’t go straight to bed. She sat there for a while, watching A Tong’s tiny chest rise and fall with every peaceful breath. A tired smile crossed her face—because no matter how exhausting, every minute spent taking care of her little one was worth it.
