Just when she was about it try and talk, Mikayla heard a voice talking to her Daddy and realized a nurse was following the new dad to support him through what she thought was his first diaper change. Mikayla slowly turned her head, needing all the strength of her brand new neck muscles, to see the blurry shape of a person next to her dad. Despite her size, her eyes definitely couldn't focus or see very far yet. Her first wet wipe felt cold and a bit uncomfortable after months in the cozy womb, and she heard her own voice, a short, faint, involuntary whine. She wondered if she could use that voice to speak, but it wouldn't be a good idea to try talking in the presence of a stranger, even if that stranger had just helped her be born safely. Mikayla didn't want to becone known as some kind of medical miracle or freak, the first ever talking newborn.
Instead, she listened to the nurse's and her dad's voice, the nurse apparent impressed by Jim's bravery and relative success in wiping sticky meconium off his rather chill newborn's bum. Glad she could still understand language, Mikayla realised how incredibly tired she was from the birth, so by the time Jim put a onesie and socks on her she was falling asleep.