Harry’s First Week: A Story of Care, Feeding, and Comfort
On May 24, 2021, Harry came into my life—a tiny baby monkey, just a week old, with a body so small it seemed he could fit into the palm of my hand. His fur was soft, and his eyes were wide with curiosity, though they were still adjusting to the bright world around him. From the moment I saw him, I knew he needed careful nurturing, and I was ready to give him all the love and attention he deserved.
Caring for Harry
Caring for Harry felt like caring for a newborn human baby. He was so tiny and fragile that I handled him with the utmost care. I created a cozy little space just for him, filled with soft blankets and cushions to keep him warm and comfortable. He loved to nestle into the folds of his blankets, and I often found him curled up in the softest corner, sleeping peacefully.
Throughout the day, I would carry him around in my arms, making sure he felt secure and close to me. Harry seemed to enjoy the warmth of my body, and when I held him, he would relax instantly, his tiny hand gripping my finger tightly as if he never wanted to let go.
Feeding Harry
Feeding Harry was a special routine, one that required patience and tenderness. He was so young and small that I fed him a special milk formula, making sure it was at the perfect temperature. I would cradle him in my arms and bring the tiny bottle to his mouth. He would latch on with his little lips, drinking slowly and steadily. His eyes would close as he nursed, and every now and then, he’d make soft, contented noises.
After each feeding, I would carefully burp him, gently rubbing his back until he let out the tiniest burp. He would look up at me with sleepy eyes, his belly full and happy. Then, he’d nestle into my chest, falling asleep almost immediately, with his little hand still holding onto my finger.
Harry’s Cries
Even though Harry was still so tiny, he knew how to let me know when something was wrong. His cries were soft, like little squeaks, but I could tell when he was hungry or just needed some attention. When he cried, I would pick him up and hold him close to my chest, and the moment he felt my warmth, his cries would stop. He loved being cuddled, and I would often walk around with him in my arms, humming softly to calm him.
Sometimes, Harry would cry simply because he wanted to be held. He had already grown attached to the comfort of being in my arms, and I didn’t mind at all—he was my little baby, and I loved giving him the care he craved.
A Spoiled Little Harry
Harry quickly became the center of my world, and yes, I spoiled him just a little. He loved being carried around, and I would often hold him close while doing daily activities. He had a particular fondness for soft blankets, and I made sure he always had one nearby. His favorite was a fluffy, cream-colored one that he would wrap himself in like a little cocoon. When he wasn’t in my arms, he was snuggled in his blanket, looking completely content.
As the days passed, Harry became more alert and playful. He would reach out with his tiny hands, grabbing onto my clothes or the edges of his blanket, trying to explore his surroundings. But even with his growing curiosity, he would always come back to me, looking for that comforting embrace.
He had a way of looking up at me with his big, trusting eyes whenever he wanted attention, and I couldn’t help but give in. Whether it was holding him, feeding him, or simply sitting with him on my lap, Harry quickly became a spoiled little prince. But I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
