In a small quiet corner of the house, the poor newborn baby lay restlessly on a soft towel. His tiny face looked pale, and his little belly moved uncomfortably. The baby had gotten d-iarrhea, and every time he tried to move, he cried in pain. His mom, seeing her beloved little one suffering, felt her heart break into pieces. She held him close, whispering gentle words, hoping her warmth could ease his pain even a little.
Mom noticed that his diaper kept getting wet again and again, not with normal pee but watery waste. She quickly realized that something was wrong. Her heart filled with fear and worry — the tiny baby, so weak and fragile, might lose strength quickly if this continued. She immediately cleaned him with soft warm water and changed his towel, keeping him warm and dry. Every moment, she watched him closely, afraid something worse might happen.
As the baby whimpered, mom tried to soothe him with a calm voice, “It’s okay, my love, mommy’s here.” But deep inside, she couldn’t stop worrying. She boiled clean water, prepared milk carefully, and checked everything that might have caused the sickness. Maybe the milk was too old, maybe the bottle wasn’t clean enough — so many thoughts ran through her mind.
Later, she took her little one to see the doctor. The doctor gently examined the baby and advised her to keep him hydrated and give medicine to stop the d-iarrhea. Mom listened carefully, holding her baby tightly with tears in her eyes. That night, she didn’t sleep at all — she just kept watching over him, patting his chest softly, praying that he would get better soon.
Finally, after a long night, the baby’s stomach began to calm. He slowly drifted into sleep, resting peacefully in his mother’s arms. Mom smiled through her tears, whispering with relief, “Thank you, my baby, for being strong.” The long, worrying night ended with hope — the love of a mother stronger than any sickness.