Do not hand me your baby because you want me to hold her/him: I am not obligated to do so under any circumstances.
Do not hand me your baby just because you think she/he’s cute, and gosh-darnit, you just don’t understand why I don’t love her/his adorable little baby-cheeks, too.
Do not hand me your baby because you know absolutely nothing about me or my background, and I am not going to let you use your kid (or ME) to prove a stupid point about “biological clocks” or “maternal instincts.”
Do not hand me your baby assuming that because I’m a woman I magically know what the fuck to do with them.
Do not hand me your baby because for all you know, the nerve/muscle damage in my entire right arm & shoulder might cause me to accidentally drop them: That’d be YOUR fault, not MINE.
Do not hand me your baby because I already told you “no” ONCE, I do not like repeating myself: If I were A MAN trying to force YOU to hold something fleshy & stinky, you’d be calling the cops.
Do not hand me your baby because… okay, for real, why the fuck are you handing off your kid to strange women anyway? Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you?
Do not hand me your baby, please.