Hideaway Strath We could've been doing this all along

And cry she did.

As loud as her tiny, newborn lungs would let her.

Right until she found her prize for being dragged into this world. A teat. Mother's warmth, too. Not that she would remember these moments but everything was made easier by the warmth. The transition less jarring when she could snuggle in and eat until the milk was spilling out of her mouth in messy dripples down her chin.