The discovery of breast feeding

A long, plaintive wail brought Eve out of her slumber. At first, she didn't know what it was. Then, "Oh God, oh no... not again", she whispered.
She struggled out of her make shift bed and lifted her son up and gazed at him helplessly. She knew that this plaintive cry would only get worse, would transform into an unending, unrelenting shriek that shook the walls and echoed in the darkness.
And sure enough, it did.
Eve was frantic. She stared at Cain, willing him to stop. She closed her eyes, muttering prayer after prayer. When she opened them, her baby had been transformed. It seemed to her that no longer did the baby have any resemblance to her sweet Cain, his face had been mottled, distorted, eyes scrunched up, face a deep red. No longer was his mouth a lovely rosebud. Instead, it was a monster mouth, opened wide open, shrieking, shrieking and shrieking.

"Oh God, stop! Just shut up!" she screamed back in her own head. How to get him to shut up? She shoved a finger in his mouth- it had worked before. No dice. He merely spat it out and continued unabated. She needed something bigger. Something the approximate shape of his mouth, to shove in and plug that monstrous hole.
Then! She tore off her top and with trembling hands, brought the baby/monster to her chest and stuck her breast into Cain's wide open mouth.

Silence. Beautiful, tear inducing, awesome silence.