My baby’s cry…shuu! My baby’s cry pierces the heart. Stays in the head. You can’t miss it, even as a passerby on the street. It is
usually induced by two things: 1. You are not giving her joy (when feeding or bathing her) and she has run out of patience, or 2. She’s
having a really bad dream. I can handle number one because I’m usually at fault and I know what I need to do to fix the problem.
Number two however, yuh! That one always leaves me dumbfounded. Powerless. Panicked. You cannot miss that “What the heck?!”
look on my face each time it happens. I guess my biggest concern is that my baby, being only six weeks old, has not seen or
experienced much. What could possibly cause that sweet, innocent brain to broadcast nightmares (and “daymares”) to my baby. I
keep wishing for her to start talking sooner so she can narrate them for me. But then again, the thought of a talking infant is beyond creepy. The stuff of horror movies. Did I mention that she’s only six weeks old?

Throughout my pregnancy I was told to be mindful of the emotions I feel as they can be easily translated to the unborn child. Yes, I
had a few depro moments and shed some tears but I was actually happy for the most part of the pregnancy. Well, that’s what I would
like to believe. Her cry…yoh! If I am responsible for it, then I really need to start thinking about slaughtering a goat or something to
appease the gods and beg them to fix it. I hope I am not responsible, I cannot bare living with that burden. Especially if I’m constantly
reminded of it with that deep, heart-piercing cry.’ I am so sorry my baby. Mommy went through the most while she was carrying you.
Worry not as I will do anything in my power to protect you.’

To put your mind at ease as the reader, my baby does not cry all
the time. In fact she probably lets out those knife-sharp cries only once or twice in a day which probably is the reason why they cut so
deep. She is a happy child. Not stingy with her smiles. Recently she’s also been making attempts at laughing. It’s beautiful
to witness. So rest assured, she is loved right and is not shy to express it. She just smiled now as I write this. Oh man, I love her to the
moon and back. My beautiful flower. My blessing.