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newborn phone post

Comfort was no longer plausible inside her mother's womb, the only world she ever knew. The two sisters that grew in the journey with her were cramping her style, pressing against her in the most uncomfortable way possible. A paw in her back, a nose in a place she was not too keen on a nose being but that's what happened when it was time to flee the, well, the womb she held in such high esteem.

She was the first to make an appearance, colored as if she did not have any influence from her father and when her air way was clear. Oh, her mother was probably not too thrilled by the sound that escaped her. It was loud, it waa obvious she was not a weak or frail thing. No, this girl had a set of pipes and the pain that shot through her throat only made her angry. She grunted and squealed until her mouth was filled with something that could easily silence such a disgruntled newborn, milk. Oh, my. She was a greedy thing, unaware that her siblings joined her. Silence was still not the best description of her state, she made little grunts to show her satisfaction. This was a nice change to the womb, room to kick, and food that was just heavenly.