I was born!
For a few days and nights there, it was getting very very tight and squeezy inside the belly. It was a little annoying, and I tried to fight back after I got squeezed -- I kicked and punched a little extra every time. But then, Mommy went to the place where they put the cold listening things on her belly, and they listened to me (I kicked them), and then the squeezing feelings got stronger. And faster.
I can't imagine it was comfortable for Mommy; I know I didn't enjoy it much. But I got lower and lower, and she kept moving around from side to side, and I went the only direction I could...and then I was born!
Those first few moments are a blur...they suctioned something out of my throat really fast, and then I was on Mommy's chest and listening to her heart and her talking to me. I was pretty tired, but after a few minutes I started lifting my head and looking for a nipple. My neck is strong! And I found a nipple, and even managed to get it into my mouth and get latched on for a little while. I felt like a hero. Then I fell asleep.
People kept waking me up to prick me with things, and measure me with things, and that was not so much fun. But pretty soon, I heard my big brother Ivan's voice -- and got to see him for the first time! That was cool. He's big.
I've been out of the belly for a week now, mostly eating and sleeping and pooping, and life's pretty good. My favorite things include being tightly swaddled, getting a solid latch on a nipple, and rocking in the glider. My least favorite things are diaper changes, baths and my umbilical cord (which kind of smells, and hurts a little).
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