Roxy POV
Before lunch, my son decided it was mealtime, so I sat on the chair in the lounge, and Grandma gave him to me.
She had changed his diaper, and his clothes were ready for food.
His cries were heartfelt as he demanded food. I am told it is painful to have an empty tummy for babies, and by the sounds of his cries, I believe them.
Poor love, he was fussing and trying to eat his hand as tears formed in his eyes.
I hardly had to do a thing since I came home. Grandpa had hardly released the baby, only letting Grandma take him when he started to grizzle off his food, and he was not up to changing a tiny baby with his big, clumsy hands.
Mind you, this was day one of me, and the baby is home, and I am tired from giving birth, but I am not that bad; I could have managed to change him
