I think the saddest sound to be heard is from a severely malnourished baby, meekly crying for milk and the mother unable to meet her baby’s need because her supply has dried up. As he lay there, listless and lifeless in his mother’s arms, I hoped I would never grumble again about the nuisance of noise from a healthy screaming baby. Yesterday, I would’ve given anything to hear that precious little one give a loud scream from the bottom of his little lungs. It was tough. But I have nothing to complain about.