The aching lack of movement is what makes our little babies cry.
The living, the warmth is missing.
The loud. The moving.
All that the baby experienced daily in its mother's womb.
Every day from conception it was rocked. Every day, at regular times, it heard your voice. Sudden sounds, but also the soothing regular breathing at night.
And suddenly it's all missing. The mother puts her little baby in a pretty bed. She got the crib during pregnancy. Later, it puts her long-awaited child in a stroller. Of course, she wants the best for her offspring. She has long researched which stroller is the most suitable for her little treasure and her. When the baby cries, she rocks it back and forth in the stroller. When it shakes, the baby calms down again.
But the jiggling is not like it is in mommy's tummy. It's different. The baby calms down and the mama stops jiggling. She releases her hand from the handle of the stroller and sits back in her chair.
Then suddenly it's there again: the emptiness. The baby's eyes, not yet seeing far enough, see only the inner lining of the basket in which it lies.
It does not hear mama's breath.
It does not smell the wonderful scent of Mama.
Nor of the comforting mother's milk.
It is in the eternal now - without knowing when the aching emptiness will end again. It cries. And sobs. And screams. The mama knows it's time to feed again. For a short time she finally takes her offspring in her arms. And all is well. The now can stay. The pain is forgotten. Everything is right and good. It is warm, it smells of mama, it hears the rhythmic breathing. It feels its body through its mother's touch.
How wonderful it would be if this moment existed forever - as it does for other mothers who have carried their little one since birth and nursed the baby's needs.
The unspoken needs, which the baby cannot say.
Which it tries to show at the beginning with strong, shrill crying and later quiet whimpering.
Copyright Ceyda Temur