In the quiet morning, the yard was calm, with the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze. On a small wooden table under the shade of a mango tree lay tiny baby monkey Shiba, swaddled gently in a soft blanket. Shiba was just a newborn, so small and fragile that he wasn’t yet able to sit up or feed like other baby monkeys. His delicate body, barely able to move, needed constant care. His mom knew that feeding him would require extra patience and tenderness, as Shiba was still too weak to drink from a bottle.
Instead of the usual milk bottle, Shiba’s mom had prepared a syringe filled with warm milk. It was the only way to help her tiny baby feed without overwhelming him. She sat beside the table, her eyes full of love and determination. The syringe in her hand was small, yet it was the perfect tool to control the flow of milk, allowing Shiba to drink at his own pace.
With one hand, Shiba’s mom gently cradled his tiny head, positioning him just right so that he could receive the milk. Her other hand carefully held the syringe, moving slowly toward Shiba’s little mouth. The newborn, with his eyes half-closed and body barely able to stir, parted his lips slightly as his mom brought the syringe to him.
“Slow and steady, my love,” she whispered, her voice soft and soothing.
The first few drops of milk touched Shiba’s lips, and he instinctively responded, his tiny mouth moving to take in the liquid. His mom gently pressed the syringe, releasing only a small amount of milk at a time. She was in no hurry, knowing that Shiba needed to take his time, allowing his little body to adjust to the feeding. The syringe allowed her to control the flow so that her precious baby could drink without struggling.
Shiba’s small throat moved slowly as he swallowed each tiny drop. His mom watched closely, pausing between each sip to make sure he wasn’t overwhelmed. His breaths were shallow but steady, and his mom waited patiently, letting him take all the time he needed.
The yard around them seemed peaceful, the world pausing to let this quiet, nurturing moment unfold. Birds chirped softly from the trees, and the gentle rustling of leaves provided a serene background to the tender scene. Feeding Shiba was a delicate process, but his mom’s careful attention made it seem effortless. Her fingers brushed against his fur as she supported his head, her love radiating in every gentle touch.
As the milk in the syringe slowly diminished, Shiba’s mom continued the slow rhythm of feeding—pressing a little, waiting for him to swallow, and then pressing a little more. Shiba’s tiny body began to relax as the warmth of the milk soothed him. His eyes fluttered closed, and his breathing deepened, signaling that he was getting sleepy. He had only managed to drink a small amount, but for such a tiny baby, it was enough to keep him nourished.
Once the syringe was almost empty, Shiba’s mom wiped away a drop of milk that had dribbled from his mouth. She smiled at her little one, feeling a wave of relief that the feeding had gone well. Shiba’s tiny lips moved slightly in his sleep, and his mom leaned down to kiss the top of his head.
“You did so well, my sweet Shiba,” she whispered, her voice full of pride and love.
Carefully, she set the empty syringe aside and lifted Shiba into her arms. Holding him close to her chest, she could feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing. He was so small, so fragile, but under her care, he was safe and nourished. Feeding him was a slow and delicate process, but it was also a moment of deep connection between mother and baby.
As the sun climbed higher in the sky, the morning warmth began to spread across the yard. Shiba’s mom stayed there for a little while longer, holding her baby close and enjoying the peaceful quiet. She knew that as the days went on, these syringe feedings would help him grow stronger, little by little. Soon enough, Shiba would be able to hold himself up, take more milk, and one day even play like the other baby monkeys.
But for now, he was still her tiny newborn, and the syringe feeding was their special time—a moment of nurturing, patience, and love that would help him thrive.
