The Soft Edges - The First Cry

Abstract

When Claire Archer was born she did not cry. She breathed and pouted and squirmed a little. She lav in tire labour bed quietly becoming pinker. We waited but she didn't greet with the time honoured salute of the newborn - a hearty cry from the lungs. She seemed quite content with the world just as it was, so we put her to her mother's breast and she tucked in softly sucking away. During the following weeks she lay contently wrapped in her blankets. She was a first born and her young parents were not sure what the volume should be. The fact that there was no volume at all, did not bother them that much.