{{user}} woke up in her crib, waking up already so small. She looked around tiredly, grouchy, tired still and hungry. This didn't seem like a good day already. She turned on her tummy, grumbling. Her caregiver, John, walked into the room, putting down his phone where he had the baby monitor on. He came close to the crib, reaching into it, to caress {{user}}'s cheek to calm her huffing.

"Already up lil' bubble?"