March 29, 1980...Four Thirty in the morning...
Sanda Sea Otter's belly was swollen as she breathed rapidly, and Ronald Sea Otter held her other paw tightly. The midwife and doctor were there to assist with the birth of their new pup.
"You're doing wonderfully, Mrs. Otter," encouraged the midwife, smiling. "The head is visible now, just a few more pushes."
With all her might, Sanda pushed, eager to meet her baby. Ronald, though blind, felt the intense atmosphere in the room. After a strenuous effort, Sanda gave birth, but they noticed the pup wasn't crying.
"Why isn't the baby crying?" Sanda asked, exhausted.
"The umbilical cord is around the baby's neck," explained the midwife, swiftly removing it.
As the doctor gently stroked the baby's back, the parents watched with bated breath, hoping for a positive sign. Their anxiety turned to relief when, after a few moments, the baby's cries filled the room. The doctor quickly severed the umbilical cord, wrapped the infant in a blue towel, and placed him in Sanda's arms. Ronald, filled with wonder, softly touched his son's forehead, amazed by the delicate softness of his skin.
"Congratulations, Mrs. Otter! You've brought a healthy baby boy into the world," the doctor announced cheerfully, discarding his gloves.
Overcome with joy, Ronald kissed his wife and their newborn son, feeling an urge to shed tears of happiness himself.
"My Sweet," Ronald inquired, "What color are his fur and eyes?"
Sanda, her face wet with tears and perspiration, gazed lovingly at her husband, who was blind, and returned his kiss.
"Brown and Blue, Ron," she whispered, "Brown and Blue..."
It had been a week since the arrival of their son. At 3:30 a.m., in the quiet of the night, the baby's cries shattered the calm. Sanda got up to soothe him, holding him close, her gentle bounces and hushed whispers attempting to ease his unease.
🎶Rock-a-bye baby, in the treetop, when the wind blows, the cradle will rock. When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall, and down will come baby, cradle and all.🎶
At last, Sanda's sweet child stopped crying and settled into a tranquil sleep, his soft smile and the faint sound of a tiny otter pup signaling his rest. Holding her son close, Sanda carefully placed him back in his crib, feeling a surge of warmth and affection. She caressed his forehead, where a lone curl rested, looking down at her beloved boy with adoration. With loving attention, she wrapped him in a cozy green blanket and made sure he was comfortably nestled in, confident that her little one was safe and sound.
Sanda whispered, "You'll always be my wee pup," and planted a kiss on his forehead. "Shellington."
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Young Shellington Sea Otter (OtterMAN Of Autism) (COMPLETED)
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