The above is newborn baby language before they've learned how to use their tongue. Newborn kids are fascinating. They can be both frustrating to deal with and extremely sweet at the same time. You never know how they are going to respond when they first pop out into the world.
Pop may be too optimistic a word for some newborns. It’s more like a slow squeeze and I’m sure he’s thinking that someone pointed him towards too small a hole for him to come out. Now a few do seem to just pop out or flow out rather quickly, but it seems a lot more have to slowly edge their way out, half inch by half inch.
When Madeline’s little boy came out into the world yesterday, it was that slow half inch by half inch and when she had finally got his head and front two feet out she got tired of the whole business, stood up and gave a mighty grunt and shot him out. Taken by surprise, I was really thinking she was getting up to lie down in a better position, I almost missed him before he hit the ground. I never was any good in softball, can’t catch a ball worth a hoot, but shoot a kid past me and I usually catch them.
Madeline then quickly turned around to check her boy over and clean him up. After she had cleaned him, checked him over to make sure he had all of his ears and a good rump, she laid back down to get the second one out. The little boy accepted his position under the heat lamp and patiently waited for mom to come back to him, no fuss no bother.
Madeline got down to pushing and once again, half inch by half inch she was getting this next kid out. Only this one seemed to think this was an even smaller hole to come out of than the first, because this little kid had it’s tongue hanging out the side of its mouth. Not an encouraging sight, but things seemed to be going along normally enough. And, Madeline did the same exact thing again, but I was ready this time, caught the kid half way to the ground instead of just inches, like the last, when she suddenly stood and gave that mighty grunt.
Madeline quickly wheeled around again and started cleaning her kid even before I got the chance to lay it on the hay. The little girl still had her tongue sticking out of the side of her mouth, very disconcerting to me, but didn’t seem to bother Madeline or the little girl at all. She started talking to her mom with a cute little lisp and “th” at the end of each Na and Ba, because, after all, her tongue was hanging out the side of her mouth.
When Madeline’s son, who had been quietly standing by, saw things were over, he walked to mom, looking for something to eat. I milked each teat and took the milk plugs out and pointed him to a teat. He had put up with me putting Iodine on his belly button and squirting some Kid Kare into his mouth, but to his thinking this had to stop and he got mad if I helped. Some kids are like that, you just have to back off and watch to make sure they do nurse. Which he did in his very solid fashion.
Now our little girl who, by the way, still had her tongue hanging out of the side of her mouth, seemed to appreciate all the attention. The licking (done by the goat) and the toweling (done by me), the Kid Kare, which she smacked her lips in appreciation in spite of her tongue hanging out the side of her mouth, and even tolerated the Iodine on the belly button. She just seemed to happily accept any help or attention. She even let me direct her to the nearest teat, which she latched on to with great hunger and sucked mightily. Yes, with her little tongue hanging out of the side of her mouth.
I found this tongue thing a little perplexing, but she seemed all right, mom and kids were getting along fine. The little girl talked funny with her tongue out the side of her mouth, but it wasn’t slowing her down any, so I wandered off to continue with chores.
An hour later I heard a baby crying and hurried back to the stall to see what was going on. The little girl was just fine. That pesky tongue had disappeared, evidently she had found a good place to store it, and she was happily basking under the warmth of the heat lamp.
It was the boy, the solid citizen, who was bitterly complaining. The same one who so easily marched up and claimed a teat to suck. Having a very good mother who wouldn’t move an inch if one of her kids was nursing, he just couldn’t figure out why his plan wasn’t working. He had laid himself down under his mom and had miscalculated.
His plan had been to lay and leisurely sip his favorite beverage, but he had placed himself probably about two inches back from the teat and his outstretched neck. He couldn’t reach it! He stretched and stretched that little neck and still couldn’t reach that teat.
Boy, that made him mad! He laid there looking so comfortable and he couldn’t reach the teat, so close and yet so far. And, mom wouldn’t move an inch for him! He couldn’t believe a mother could be so unfair!
What really made him mad was that dork of a sister who had earlier walked around with her tongue out of the side of her mouth, would simply walk up and nurse off the teat he wanted! How dare she!
He must have hollered for ten minutes before it finally occurred to him to get up and go nurse. By evening the little family was happily settled in, each knowing what they had to do, the boy had to walk to go eat, the girl had to remember where she had put her tongue. All was right with the world.