I was Born the Unloved Twin 4 Spilled Milk

The good thing about being a baby is all the sleep you can get. I would never be able to sleep in so much at home, even on my days off.

The bad news is this body is constantly tired and needs all the sleep. I couldn't even force myself to stay awake even if I wanted to. When I'm tired it's time to knock out.

Well, that's no issue for the current me. I'll gladly accept all the naps at every possible hour. I have my own room, the nursery I believe. It's luxuriously decorated, far too much for any person. A normal baby wouldn't even be able to appreciate it, how wasteful. But the room has tall windows that let in good sunlight when the curtains are open, so there's that.

I sleep primarily in a gorgeous vintage style bassinet, complete with sheer drapery. With enough crying and motioning, I have gotten it stocked completely with pillows and soft things to the point it resembles a fluffy little nest.

Unlike the first couple times, I woke up alone there is now often a nurse or a maid, or both, around checking up on me.

It's nothing to brag about but I've been called a very well behaved baby. Sure I'm quite loud when I cry but I tend to avoid that unless it's absolutely needed. Even then it's only to get attention to a sufficient point.

I even make easy to understand universal gestures to my maids, such as patting my mouth or stomach when hungry. Other ....signs for when my nappy needs to be changed.

It's uncomfortable having no control but it can't be helped, I'm a baby after all. I won't worry too much about it, it's not embarrassing if you don't think too hard about anything.

That includes breastfeeding. Have they not heard of bottles of formula here? Apparently not. Must I really be fed solely by wet nurses? It's natural and good for me, full of fat and nutrients, I know that. But it's the principal of the matter.

Just don't think about it, don't think.

I close my eyes and concentrate primarily on my hunger to get by feeding time. It's actually quite tasty on its own.

"What a healthy drinker she is! I think we barely have enough wet nurses for this one."

Lies, there are five distinct wet nurses on rotation to feed me. There's no way I can drink that much, but I do appreciate the ready supply. Don't let me starve here!

Over time I've come to recognize my most regular maids by their gossips. I'm usually with Ms. Gerta and a wet nurse but the young maids A, B and C are often tagging along. I'm sure they're clearly different people with their own names but I just can't tell them apart, thus their nicknames.

"Shame the littlest one keeps throwing up her milk."

"Lady Maria insists on feeding the baby herself, milk of the mother and all. But it doesn't seem to be helping."

"Oh the poor thing!"

"Lady Maria isn't doing too well herself, she's running sick with worry."

"If only your sister a bit more like you ya little piglet. The wet nurses all rave about you despite you sucking them near dry."

Yes yes I'm an adorable healthy little piglet. A fat baby is a cuter baby. Just don't slack off while gossiping any time soon, I refuse to be ignored and starved.

It sounds like due to health reasons Lilyanne and I are sleeping separately. That's a little odd since in my memories of our early childhood we always shared a room. Unless she was down with a serious fever of course. Then she was sent to what I could call the hospital but we had doctors on call more often than not. It did happen a few times though.

Since she was born so weak she keeps spitting up her milk, that's not good for a growing baby.

I know she'll grow up to be fine, though delicate, eventually but it's still worrisome. While I was jealous of her receiving so much attention and missing out on boring lessons back then, it's clear to me now that it must have been a very awful time for her. She may have been so naively foolish to that extent after being as isolated and sheltered as she was. If not she may not have fallen so stupidly hard for...let's not think about that now. It's a long ways off.

Alright then, I've decided that for the short term the goal is to get Lilyanne's health up. The stronger she is the more she can experience. The house was always livelier when she was feeling healthy anyways. Who knows maybe she'll get smarter by making it to more lessons. I loved her but wow what an airhead.

While I've been eating and sleeping merrily she's been weakly having fits and crying a lot according to my gossipy maids. With not eating properly she must be feeling hungry and deprived all the time. Hungry sleeps are not good sleeps. So step one is to get her to drink down her milk, that will lead to a more restful time.

Our mother seems to be breastfeeding Lilyanne personally. A mother's own milk is the best sort of mentality. Not to be rude to my own mother here but she's such a frail lady. I have a hard time imagining how much milk she can even produce.

Since we can afford to keep all these wet nurses on hand I wonder if they ever tried to feed her. Unfortunately, it's nothing I can help at the moment though, I can't exactly get around on my own yet.

"Alright that's enough Dolly, stop the feeding early today. We're bringing her to Lady Maria's room."

"Now? But our lady couldn't possibly feed both. She's far too we I mean pardon the birth just was so much of a burden on her. And our lady was always a delicate woman."

Ha, called it. Mother is weak. But wow an opportunity is here right away.

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"Especially since this sweet little piglet can eat so much."

Excuse you, I'm beginning to get tired of being compared to a piggie. I have a perfectly healthy appetite for someone my age. I'm a splendid couple days old after all.

"That's why we've fed her plenty just now. Besides, it would do our Lady good to see her eldest. She did well to give birth to such a healthy child after all."

"Well then Gerta, give me a tad more time with our little glutton here. Just in case."

"Yes, it might encourage her to have a full feeding with Rosalia here."

"What a good girl, her eyes are so bright it's almost as if she could understand us."

Very good observation maid B, I do understand you and all your nonsense. I may have to reevaluate my opinion of you if you keep it up.

After I'm at a comfortable fullness the maids and everyone get into position for their usual little parade and march me off to mother's room.

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