In case you haven't met her elsewhere on the internets, here's our baby:
ALL babies were born to be held. And cuddled. You can tell, because they can't walk or get anywhere by themselves.
Our baby makes CERTAIN people know she should be held, preferably at ALL TIMES.
She even came equipped with a handy dandy siren that goes off lest anyone forget this inalienable right.
Often the siren misfires, and goes off when she IS being held:
It starts out all, "I'm angry!! I'm angry!! I'm SO VERY ANGRY!!!!!!!!!!"
If response is inadequate it changes to the sound of a forlorn chipmunk wailing, "SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!!! I'm OUT OF CONTROL!!"
She doesn't always look capable of that much ruckus, but she is.
Especially between midnight and five o'clock am. Because, when I told her we were morning people, I neglected to tell her that "morning" is between five am and noon. NOT from midnight to four am.
Once she's satisfied that the people around her remember that no part of her body should ever touch anything that is not 98.5 degrees and distinctly human unless she is thoroughly passed out (and preferably swaddled), she's much happier.
At least for a few moments until she remembers someone is supposed to be holding her.
When her siren ISN'T going off, whimpers, satisfied sighs, , squeaks, gulps, gasps, hiccups, communications of general malaise and/or content, noisy gulps, mild protests of who the heck knows what, and of course warm ups to full crying are her constant companions.
More or less if she's awake, she's making noise. And if she's asleep, she's probably still making at least a little noise.