I was one of them.
My heart almost stopped when the baby giraffe came out of April, and lay there, seemingly not moving.
And then he started to move. A half hour later he was on his feet, wobbly at first, and still later, he was running around Mom's pen.
In around four days, the webcam will be turned off. Animal Adventure Park (AAP) opens May 13, and they have many tasks to perform by then.
So ends, perhaps, the longest group therapy session in history. April became a symbol for so many - an escape from the reality of North Korea threatening the lives of millions of people, terrorists striking all over, and of politics in our country perhaps not as usual.
For a few minutes each day, we could watch two giraffes living their lives. We who have been pregnant could sympathize with the contractions, with April's increasing difficulty in getting down on the ground for a short rest.
My spouse couldn't care less, but when I announced April was giving birth, he came over and we watched it on the computer together.
And now, I am overdosing on cute, watching that miniature giraffe interact with her Mom, and with one of her human caregivers.
Not quite miniature, though. As of yesterday, she was five feet nine inches tall and 126 pounds. (I'll let my metric readers do the conversion math.)
Thank you, AAP, for taking us along on the ride.
I plan to visit AAP sometime this summer, and if I get there I will take my readers along on the trip.
April and unnamed baby, in your honor, I offer you this song.
Happy Monday! (Next Monday, Music Monday will resume).
"N" Day in the Blogging from A to Z Challenge - my theme, Traveling Through Time and Space.