Baby!

I saw an eighteen hour old baby today!
He was 4.1 pounds and 18 and a half inches long. He was bundled up in his sheets like a sausage in a hot dog. Not the best simile, but apt. Poor, poor kid.
He kept shivering every now and then and made funny faces. One minute he looks like he'll cry, the next he furrows his brows in concentration, and the next he smiles. All the while he's fast asleep. My mum tells me he's probably still having visions of a past life. Who knows? And I wonder how he'd feel when he woke up to four pairs of eyes gawking at him like he was an animal in a zoo. I also wonder if his destiny is written for him already. And that this was the first step of the grand plan. Maybe he's a part of the ultimate plan, whatever that is. Will he have an important role to play or a minor one? Either one will affect the fate of this world in a certain way. Or is it up to him to change the lines of fate as he sees fit?
He has a head the size of a small sweetmelon, or a huge American tomato. I swear to God the vegetables are enormous here, but they lack punch. It's like eating water. Anyway, his nose is the size of a tiny mushroom. Uh, you'll notice my preoccupation with food now in the fact that I compare a baby's face to different food products but come on! How would it sound if I compared his head to a tiny bowling ball? Or his nose to a miniscule, blunt pyramid? It doesn't sound cute. And baby and cute belong in the same sentence together. Why else do you think most people are reduced to cooing and garbling out unintelligible gibberish in the presence of a baby? Because even if the baby doesn't think so, it's the people's way of saying "You're cute" without actually saying the words.
I also wonder where his excited four year old brother thinks baby came from. Special Stork Delivery Service! One Super Deluxe Special Baby! Just like you ordered. Just worth nine months of agonizing labour and what's more, we deliver free!
He smelled funny, like chemicals. He was housed in the nursery with so many more infants like him. All oblivious and already annoyed at being introduced into the new world. Can you imagine if there was a baby jailbreak? Vengeful infants bouncing around, bawling so loud the glass shattered all around, peeing on things and melting them with their superpowered urine with pH 0.5.
Overall, this baby experience of mine proved to be quite interesting. He was, that's right, I'm going to use that word. Cute. And fascinating. It's as interesting as watching gold fish swimming around in their bowl. And I'm not even being sarcastic. There's this quiet contentment in watching them sleep. You just keep looking, watching one expression slide into another. Just like watching fish move around in the water. Yeah, just like fish.