"Hey, beautiful!"
When you were born, baby wombat,
you didn't have any fur.
You were the cutest little pink blob.
Your eyes weren't open yet, but you knew we were there.
Baby wombats usually live in their mother's pouch for half a year.
But since we found you all alone,
we'd have to be your pouch until you got big and furry.
The first thing you needed was milk.
Your bottle had to be just as tiny as you.
You needed to grow
so you could live outside again.
Without your mother's pouch,
your skin was getting very dry, so we gave you a massage
with oil every day
and kept you all tucked in.
8 weeks old:
Your bottle was bigger and so were you.
You were starting to look a little more like a wombat
and getting more energy all the time.
You couldn't stop holding our hand.
Well, our finger.
And at 10 weeks, something amazing happened:
You finally opened your eyes.
But you still needed oil all the time.
Other baby wombats your size would still be in their mother's pouch.
"Get your belly."
"And let me do your forehead."
"And then we got to do your bum."
Your paws had a mind of their own,
even when you were dreaming.
You were getting ready to run around outside the pouch, but you'd have to wait.
You were still too small.
13 weeks old and growing.
But until your fur came in, we had to keep rubbing oil on you
"Well done."
and wrapping you up.
At 16 weeks, your fur finally grew in!
"That belly!"
Now you were a fuzzy little blob!
You were almost ready to try exploring outside the pouch.
We kept you in your blanket as you grew more and more fur.
Sometimes you didn't want to come out.
"I've got to wake her up for her bottle."
"You gonna come out for your bottle? Hey?"
You were starting to wonder about the world
outside your blanket,
but it was just a little too warm
and cozy in there.
"Are you gonna wake up?"
"Cutest bum in the world."
"Here's her pouch."
By 33 weeks, you were out of your blanket
and sticking your nose into some interesting places.
Then one day,
there was a new cute
pink blob in the house.
"Be gentle."
You weren't a tiny wombat in our hands anymore.
You were a big sister.
"Come here."
"So that's the difference
from [September] to March."