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Sound Clip: 24 Hours of Life Outside of the Womb.
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Sound Clip: 24 Hours of Life Outside of the Womb.
A small noise was barely audible in the next room. It sounded almost like a squeak- no a kitten’s meow, the noise was linked to life in some way; a tiny, helpless life. I followed the petite sound into the next room, just before I gently influenced open with my palm the door a series of giggles and whines found my eardrums, melting my heart into a puddle; overwhelming all my senses and filling me with warm, motherly emotions. I heard a slight shuffle as I opened the door, and peered onward into the room, soon seeing a mother cradling her day old child as it softly groaned, singing the song of new life to the world outside the womb. The newborn did not seem to cry, just seemed to try and communicate what he felt to the world as peacefully as he can. I knew nothing of what he was trying to communicate; I could only guess. Was he trying to reveal a secret of life in his mother’s womb, or perhaps he longed for a small suckle of milk from his mother’s soft breast. Just hearing the child made me long to hold his fragile body, and protect him with all my might.
The precious baby smacked its pink lips together making what sounded like a minute, wet pop. He reopened his mouth and began gurgling, his cry. The average person would grow tired of a noise such as this, but to me its beauty was as great as the first blooming flower of spring, as delicate and small as it opened its eyes to the gorgeous world. Unwrapping its brittle shell it called to the world “Hello. Hello, big new place. I am new to you, but know you welcome me with open arms. I will be another one of your beautiful creations, your blessings of life. I am grateful to breathe your air, and I am grateful to be held in warm arms. Thank you, strange new place. Thank you for having me.”
All these words poured out in a series of noises that weren’t understandable, but so beautiful and intricate. As it let out a few last mumbles, I whispered “Welcome to the world. We are so glad to see you. Welcome to the warmth and beauty of life.”
Its little helpless squeaking sound, it goes then it stops. It could be like the sound a little lamb makes. The sound gives you a gushy feeling in your heart that you need to help it. Something seems to slide under, sort of like a rough but soft sound at the same times. It makes the other be more high pitched. The under noise stops but the other noise keeps going steady then, it stops then it starts up again. It keeps going a high pitched sound like of comfort or struggle. It seemed like it was attempt trying to say something. The last sound was a nice, like it had accomplished what it wanted.