A baby’s worst day ever!

Note: This story is based on a true story. If you love babies, have a weak stomach, are easily depressed by terrible news, or are a person that can’t handle a stories of babies having the worst day ever, we suggest that you click away from this site now. That being said, it must be also noted following story is based on a true story as written by Seanna Sofia Downs – aka “Little Mama” (named after her mom, “Hot Mama”).

Back then the world seemed so small, like a small box. Or as big as daddy’s bedroom and the living room where I would just sit and watch tv with him. That day, that unfortunate day, the worst day of my life, daddy was watching TV without me as mommy started putting layers and layers of clothing on me to the point that I could hardly move. We were going to the Doctor. Daddy stayed behind because he had hurt his leg and couldn’t walk. Daddy kissed me goodbye and then I was taken to the car. Once at the doctor’s office I was stripped off my clothes and stayed in cold room until the executioner came by with some sharp, thin sticks called needles. She stood in front of me and without warning, as I was charming my mommy with my usual “goo-goo and gaa-gaas”, she impaled both my legs with something called vaccines. I cried like I have never cried before. I felt like those needles had penetrated the bone and the pain was like nothing I had experienced in my whole life. I cried and cried. No one could comfort me. No kisses or hugs could take the chill and pain in my bones that the needles had left. It didn’t matter how much mommy rocked me, how much she told me it was going to be OK, how much she caressed me, it wasn’t ok, I still felt the pain, and tears ran down the cheeks that Daddy loved so much. Why did he not come with me and save me from this torture? How I missed and needed my daddy! :(
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Our baby’s heartbeat

Mónica acarrea ese bebe, ese  esplendor que va durmiendo, sonriendo, bailando en su vientre y que, incluso sin conocer el mundo, sabe quién soy.

Qué me lleva a pensar eso? Escucha su corazón, escucha esos saltos, esas patadas, ese vibrar que es como… como una bandera en las alturas de Neuschwanstein.

Monica carries in her that child, that splendor that goes on sleeping, smiling, dancing in her womb and that even without knowing the world, knows who I am.

What leads me to think this? Hear it’s heart, listen as it jumps, kicks, vibrates like… like a flag in the heights of Neuschwanstein.

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