Like a kick in the face [birthing]

Heat, blessed heat, and contact with... something. It was so wonderful, and then the pressure began. He did not understand, could not understand. What in existence, what in his existence... He had nothing to base his understanding on. He was so limited, and then it was cold. Squalling, the boy entered the world. It was a horrible thing, if he had been of the capacity to understand. But he could not, did not, and by instinct was driven forward. Milk, sweet and warm, but he could not see. Yet there it was, a teat. He latched on with strength ferocious for his size and age, still feeble once all things were considered. He was content, if cold and damp, but he had arrived.

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