Part 11 of my e-book on social media marketing

Part 11 of my e-book on social media marketing

Week 31:

 It is morning and daddy is going out. Baby wants to go too. Mummy is forcing some Nutramil which I don’t want. Daddy’s on his scooter. Wait, I cry. I want to go too. Mummy says first Nutramil, then the ride. Darn. Have to finish it first. I eat. And then, wheeeeee! What a ride!

 I’m on mummy’s arms now. Daddy is saying bye. But I want to go too again. I cry. Daddy laughs, so does mummy. Daddy kisses me and scoots. Mummy gives me a tight hug and says something about a ride tomorrow. I wail. I want the ride now. Mummy gives me a Nutramil. I love Nutramil!

Week 32:

I’m crying and they are not listening. They are scrubbing me all over and saying something like it’s getting late. I’m all dressed up now and daddy is combing my hair. I’m crying now but they are just shushing me. They are dressed up and look busy. When are they going to give me my Nutramil? Mummy just said she forgot to give me my bottle. Daddy said oh hell he forgot too. They are both in the kitchen.

Now they are coming towards me. They are both coochicooing me. I see my Nutramil. I gurgle with delight...

Week 33:

Picture of a man and pregnant wife. They talk lovingly and then rustle up something to eat. And then she drinks Nutramil.

Inside the womb, the baby talks...

 Yes, I can hear you, daddy, talking so lovingly to mommy. Enough of that. I’m hungry. Where’s my portion of Nutramil? It’s past sleeping time, don’t you know? Ah, here it is. Glug, glug, glug... divine...I’m a Nutramil baby... z... z..... z....

Week 34:

 Last night I dreamt of Nutramil. That was the best thing that could have happened to me. [Baby opens his eyes]. Why are the windows open? OMG!  I’m squinting. And why in the world are the two grinning from ear to ear looking at me? Can a baby survive on love and fresh air? I want my milk! Can someone tell them? I want my Nutramil!

 [Baby starts howling and the mother gives her a bottle of milk which she starts drinking. All is well and quiet now.]

Week 35:

 Baby is crying.

The first- time mother wonders why.

 She rocks the child.

 Pointless.

 Sings a song?

 Not right.

 Checks the diaper?

 Nothing there.

Gives her Nutramil?

Bliss.

Week 36:

 Baby doesn’t want to eat.  She wants to run. Pick up that thing. How pretty. In the mouth.

Mummy is cleaning my hand.

 Go to the garden. Pick up some mud.

She is cleaning my hand again.

 She puts a spoon into my mouth. And I am off again, but the spoon falls down. Over the sofa, under the table, mummy screaming.

Mummy’s tired. I’m not.

She forces Nutramil with harsh words. I don’t get her. She is angry but she understands me:

You see, I love Nutramil, and I love you, Mommy.

 Baby holds on to her mother’s hand and sleeps.