Every Morning...

I think I can understand why babies cry so hard when they are born. Imagine what it would be like to be cradled safely and securely in a warm and quiet environment where it is mostly dark, and then be forced to emerge into a cold world with bright lights and noise. I would cry too. Oh wait...that happens to me every morning. I am forced to emerge from my warm blankets in my quiet and mostly dark room into a cold world with bright lights and noisy children. Of course I at least get to wear PJs, and my body doesn't have to be forced through a hole that is much smaller than me in order to get up in the morning. Sometimes though, I feel like I am clawing my way out of a dark tunnel and into consciousness. More often I feel like I am trying not to get to the point of consciousness. There have even been days when I think it takes me longer to drag myself out of bed than it takes for some people to actually give birth.
Still, if you think about it, birth is a very traumatic thing. Babies have never felt what its like to be really cold. They have had a very sustained environment, that has kept relatively the same temperature, and aside from it becoming slowly cramped over time, they have not had to feel a lot of discomfort. Noise in the womb is muffled, as is light. I imagine that birth is quite a shock to them. I am glad we only have to go through that once.