Moonspear Stardust

a first breath,

first wiggle,

then, a first cry!

and oh, he couldn't yet hear it... but poor pity to those that could. it was quite the chorus.

eager and anxious, he writhed at his mother's side, especially aggravated when he finds himself toppled onto his side. 

rats! why was this so hard?

there.

with a quick jolt of his pudgy little body, he'd found himself upright once more.

but the smell of milk had him in a frenzy all over again.

kicking his puppy butt into high gear, he made for his mother's teets, latching onto the first he could reach with great enthusiasm. and, unfortunately for dear mother, he did so with a lack of mindfulness for her comfort. no teeth were grown yet, but sure had one hell of a grip.

he suckled and fed until his little belly could take no more, looking to be moments from exploding. but he didn't care. it only helped to knock him right off to sleep, content as could be snuggled up against both his mother and sister.