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It had certainly been an exciting morning for him, but a confusing one, too. There were bright lights, which he didn't like, and he was cold, and someone was messing around with his belly button, which hurt.
And he didn't know who he was yet.
"A fine healthy boy," he heard someone say. But that told him only
what
he was, not who.
He squinted and wiggled and stuck his tongue out, and they all laughed. He liked the sound of the laughter, so he did it again, and they all laughed some more.
Then they put some clothes on him, which made him nice and warm, though the clothes felt odd because he had never worn clothes before.
They passed him around from one person to another, which was a little scary because he was afraid they might drop him.
"Don't drop me," he wanted to say. But it came out sounding like "Waaaahhhh." Someone said "Shhhh" in a soft voice and patted his back gently.
"Who
am
I?" he wanted to ask, but that sounded like "Waaaahhhh" again, and she simply patted his back once more.
Finally they put him down in a little bed and dimmed the lights.
He opened his eyes wide now that the lights weren't so bright, but he couldn't see much: just the sides of the little bed, and high above him the blurred faces of people.
It was all too confusing and exhausting. He sighed, closed his eyes, and went to sleep.
When he woke again, he was in a different place. He was still in the little bed, but the bed had been moved; he knew because the walls were green instead of white. Now there were fewer peopleâfewer faces looking down at him. He could see these people a little better because his eyes weren't quite so new, so he blinked to focus more clearly and stared up at them.
There was a woman, and he could tell that he liked her a lot. She had happy eyes and a nice smile, and when she bent closer and touched his cheek with her finger, it was a gentle touch filled with love. He wiggled with happiness.
Then the woman's face went away, and a man leaned down. The man seemed to have his head on upside down; there was hair on the chin, but none on the head. Maybe that was the way men were supposed to look. The man had a nice smile, too.
Finally, a girl leaned over the bed. She had hair the same color as the man's chin hair, and she wore glass over her eyes, which were interesting to look at. But she wasn't smiling. She had a suspicious look.
The girl stared at him for a long time. He stared back. Finally she reached in and touched his hand. He had his hand curled up because he hadn't yet figured out anything interesting to do with it. But when the girl touched his hand, he grabbed her finger, which was just the perfect size for grabbing. He held on tight.
"Hey," the girl said, "I really like him!"
Of course you do, silly, he thought. He tried to say that, but only managed to spit and make a sound like "Phhhwww."
The man and the woman had happy smiles, which they aimed at the girl.
"Does he wet his diapers a whole lot?" the girl asked the man and the woman.
Yes, he thought, I do. As a matter of fact, I am wetting them right now, right at this very moment.
"He's only five hours old," the woman said. "So I haven't had time to conduct an exhaustive study. But in all honesty, Anastasia, I have to tell you that I think he will probably wet his diapers a whole lot."
You're right, he thought. I plan to. Because it feels good.
He yawned. They were talking to each other, but he didn't understand what they were saying, and he was a little bored. He was sleepy, too.
Then he heard the man say, "Have you picked out his name?"
And he heard the girl say, "Of
course
I've picked out his name."
So he tried hard to stay awake, even though he was sleepy, because he knew this was important. He blinked and yawned and wiggled and wet his diapers a little more, and waited. He waited while they murmured things to each other, which he couldn't hear. Then, one by one, they leaned over his bed again.
The girl with the pieces of glass
It had certainly been an exciting morning for him, but a confusing one, too. There were bright lights, which he didn't like, and he was cold, and someone was messing around with his belly button, which hurt.
And he didn't know who he was yet.
"A fine healthy boy," he heard someone say. But that told him only
what
he was, not who.
He squinted and wiggled and stuck his tongue out, and they all laughed. He liked the sound of the laughter, so he did it again, and they all laughed some more.
Then they put some clothes on him, which made him nice and warm, though the clothes felt odd because he had never worn clothes before.
They passed him around from one person to another, which was a little scary because he was afraid they might drop him.
"Don't drop me," he wanted to say. But it came out sounding like "Waaaahhhh." Someone said "Shhhh" in a soft voice and patted his back gently.
"Who
am
I?" he wanted to ask, but that sounded like "Waaaahhhh" again, and she simply patted his back once more.
Finally they put him down in a little bed and dimmed the lights.
He opened his eyes wide now that the lights weren't so bright, but he couldn't see much: just the sides of the little bed, and high above him the blurred faces of people.
It was all too confusing and exhausting. He sighed, closed his eyes, and went to sleep.
When he woke again, he was in a different place. He was still in the little bed, but the bed had been moved; he knew because the walls were green instead of white. Now there were fewer peopleâfewer faces looking down at him. He could see these people a little better because his eyes weren't quite so new, so he blinked to focus more clearly and stared up at them.
There was a woman, and he could tell that he liked her a lot. She had happy eyes and a nice smile, and when she bent closer and touched his cheek with her finger, it was a gentle touch filled with love. He wiggled with happiness.
Then the woman's face went away, and a man leaned down. The man seemed to have his head on upside down; there was hair on the chin, but none on the head. Maybe that was the way men were supposed to look. The man had a nice smile, too.
Finally, a girl leaned over the bed. She had hair the same color as the man's chin hair, and she wore glass over her eyes, which were interesting to look at. But she wasn't smiling. She had a suspicious look.
The girl stared at him for a long time. He stared back. Finally she reached in and touched his hand. He had his hand curled up because he hadn't yet figured out anything interesting to do with it. But when the girl touched his hand, he grabbed her finger, which was just the perfect size for grabbing. He held on tight.
"Hey," the girl said, "I really like him!"
Of course you do, silly, he thought. He tried to say that, but only managed to spit and make a sound like "Phhhwww."
The man and the woman had happy smiles, which they aimed at the girl.
"Does he wet his diapers a whole lot?" the girl asked the man and the woman.
Yes, he thought, I do. As a matter of fact, I am wetting them right now, right at this very moment.
"He's only five hours old," the woman said. "So I haven't had time to conduct an exhaustive study. But in all honesty, Anastasia, I have to tell you that I think he will probably wet his diapers a whole lot."
You're right, he thought. I plan to. Because it feels good.
He yawned. They were talking to each other, but he didn't understand what they were saying, and he was a little bored. He was sleepy, too.
Then he heard the man say, "Have you picked out his name?"
And he heard the girl say, "Of
course
I've picked out his name."
So he tried hard to stay awake, even though he was sleepy, because he knew this was important. He blinked and yawned and wiggled and wet his diapers a little more, and waited. He waited while they murmured things to each other, which he couldn't hear. Then, one by one, they leaned over his bed again.
The girl with the pieces of glass
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