New Baby Born Tara, So Tired as Mom Less Milk, Very Cute to Nurse Full, OOP! Two Bosses Attack Tiny Boy
It was early morning when the forest was still cloaked in soft mist, and the air carried a calm hush across the treetops. Deep inside the heart of the jungle, something miraculous had happened—Tara, a young and first-time monkey mother, had just given birth to her baby boy. The newborn was delicate and tiny, his pink face wrinkled and his tail curled against his fragile body. His little hands instinctively reached toward Tara, searching for warmth, comfort, and nourishment.
Tara, exhausted but alert, held her new baby close to her chest. Her arms, though trembling from fatigue, refused to let go. She had labored through the night without much help, her cries mostly ignored by the dominant females in the troop. Now, as the sun began to rise, she stared lovingly at the tiny life she had brought into the world.
But there was one big problem—Tara didn’t have enough milk.
The baby latched and suckled eagerly, but Tara’s body wasn’t ready. Her milk came in slowly, just a few drops at a time. The baby whimpered and cried softly, hungry and confused, pawing gently at her chest. Tara groaned and shifted, trying to soothe him with soft grooming and snuggles, but his cries grew louder.
Still, the baby boy was so cute to nurse. He tried again and again, his tiny mouth forming a pout with every weak suckle. His eyes blinked slowly, his head wobbling slightly from the effort. A few monkeys came closer to observe, whispering amongst themselves. One of them, an older mother, clicked her tongue and moved along, unconcerned. Tara was on her own.
She continued to cradle her baby, whispering soft grunts of encouragement to him. “Shhh… Mama’s here… just a little more, my love.”
After a while, the baby managed to get a fuller latch and sucked a bit longer. His cries softened, and he nuzzled into Tara’s chest. She sighed with relief and leaned back against a thick tree branch, eyes half-closed. It was a moment of peace—but it didn’t last long.
Suddenly, a loud shriek rang through the trees.
From the higher branches, two dominant males, Boss Rango and Boss Brux, leapt down in a flash of fury. Their hair bristled, teeth flashing in aggression. Something had stirred them—perhaps jealousy, perhaps chaos brewing within the troop hierarchy—but now they were heading straight toward Tara and her newborn.
Tara’s eyes flew open. Her heart pounded. She clutched her baby tightly to her chest and leapt onto a thinner branch, trying to escape. But Rango was fast. He lunged first, knocking aside leaves and vines, and slapped Tara across the back. She screamed in pain, nearly losing grip of her baby.
“OOP!” the baby squealed, falling slightly from Tara’s hold, dangling by one tiny hand on her fur.
Brux landed next, snarling, his eyes wild. He swatted the branch near them, sending a shower of twigs down below. Tara spun away, shielding her baby, trying to hide him under her arm. Her eyes were filled with terror—not for herself, but for her tiny, helpless boy.
A few nearby females cried out in alarm. Even they hadn’t expected such an attack on a newborn. One of them tried to intervene, but Rango barked a warning and shoved her back.
Just as Rango raised his arm again, another voice broke the chaos—Juna, the high-ranking elder female. She screeched and charged in from the other side, her presence enough to stall the aggression. Rango and Brux hesitated, snorted angrily, then backed off, still growling as they climbed higher.
Tara, trembling, huddled with her baby in a crook of the tree. Her back ached, her heart was racing, but her baby was safe in her arms. He whimpered a little, then slowly tried to nurse again, trusting her completely.
Tears welled up in Tara’s eyes. She kissed his tiny head.
No matter the danger, no matter the fear—she would protect him. And she would fight to feed him, drop by drop, until he was strong enough to face the world.
In the wild, love isn’t always easy—but it’s fierce. And Tara’s love was just beginning to grow stronger than the fear around her.
