It was just a normal, quiet morning in the house when little baby monkey Max was playing with his soft blanket near the edge of the mat. He had just finished his bottle and was rolling around in joy—laughing, squeaking, full of energy. But in one sudden moment, as he reached for a toy, his tiny hand slipped.
Max lost his balance and fell backward, his little body rolling right off the soft mat onto the hard floor. A loud thud echoed, followed by a heartbreaking scream.
“Eeeekk!!” Max cried so loudly it sent everyone running.
He lay on the ground, shocked and scared, not moving at first. His soft belly hit the floor, and his back seemed to have taken the worst of it. He curled up in a ball, shaking, letting out the saddest, most piercing cries—tears filling his big round eyes.
Mom came rushing in, scooping Max up with trembling hands. She cradled him against her chest, kissing his head over and over. “Shhh, my baby… mommy’s here now,” she whispered, her own heart racing with guilt and fear.
Max held on tightly, burying his face into mom’s chest, sobbing in little gasps. The caretaker checked him for injuries—no bruises, no cuts—just a shock and maybe a little bump.
To help soothe him, mom gently rocked him side to side, singing his favorite humming sound. A few minutes later, Max’s sobs softened. His body relaxed. He let out a little sigh and nuzzled into her shoulder.
It was a scary moment for such a small baby. But with mom’s love and warm arms around him, Max began to feel safe again.
