Being Born

Starting out as an embryo, it's safe to say I've come a long way. Being born into this world, however, was quite a momentous point in my life, something that I will never forget, but yet can't quite remember. But if I could remember it, it would've gone something like this:

Me: Holy shit! What the hell is going on?? (I had quite the colorful vocabulary as an infant) I was so comfortable inside my dark, cosy little room. What is this sensation that I'm feeling? It's as if something, or someone, is cutting right into my living space. Light, once again I see light! But as I get older I know I won't remember the word for it. I'll have to learn everything over again, except it'll all be a different experience, because I am in a different body with different parents living in a different location then my last life. After all, what would the point of another life be if you knew everything already? Uh-oh, what's going on now? I can tell I am moving, being carried, pulled away by great, big hands. They could probably destroy me in an instant if they so chose to do so. WAAAHHHHHHH I DON'T WANNA LEAVE!!! I LIKED MY ROOM JUST THE WAY IT WAS! Oh well, nothing I can do about it, I'm just a baby.

Mom: Holy shit! This is going to be so painful when I finally wake up from this C-section! Good thing I'm highly sedated right now. God, I can't wait to see my first baby boy! Oh! There's his head! Eww it's all weird and squished-like. I wonder if my head looked like that when I was born. I can't wait to hold him! He better grow up to be a good kid for it to be worth all of this pain I'm gonna feel when the anesthesia wears off. Of course he will, he's my baby.