It All Began (A Fictional Interpretation of Gestation)

This is a story that I wrote for a class that I'd thought I would share. This is my interpretation of the miracle of life, purely without me ever experiencing it myself. All of this was done under the guise of scientific and fictional translation. Hope that you all enjoy it, and maybe even giggle at my lay acumen for this subject. (The humour at the end is part of the exercise)

Life began with a being smaller than the head of a pin. The immensity of the surroundings seemed to enhance the realization of it's meager size. The cells were surrounded by other similar beings that fought to grasp hold of the fleshy lifeline. This lifeline which will be the sustainer by which this cellular being's existence will depend. When the cells were implanted with sperm, they began dividing leaving one or more chances for a new life to form. On the final division, one human cell remained. This cell was ushered into the embryonic stages and it's gender was defined. As development accelerated, the human host began gazing at the being through a type of radiation. The embryo could hear emotional sounds through host's expanded abdomen when the gender was identified. The fetus was most definitely female. The fetus could feel the sensation of her giggling as it was moving through the fluid. During the time of gestation, the fluid surrounding the embryonic fetus kept it warm and safe. It's nourishment came from a small cord attached to a placental wall. Over months the fetus slowly grew from it's embryonic fetal stage and looked like the human baby soon to make it's debut. The baby's feet gently kicked the wall of the host's womb. At the last stage of fetal development, the fetus had decreased space for it's appendages to move or revolve. The peace of comfort was suddenly broken by contractions. The baby's body was sliding traumatically through a canal. The warmth and comfort of the nine month stay was coming to an end. Through a skirmish, the baby's thrust into this world came suddenly.

The first labored breath of life came with a swift and merciless cry that reddened the baby's newborn face and brought salty tears into it's eyes. This seemed to ease the tension in the space. It brought tears and soft giggles from the mother and father. The small tiny being was cleansed with warm flowing liquid and strange bubbling solution. This was done ever so gently by tall white shrouded individuals. The tiny being shook from a cold that it had never felt before. A blanket and pink hat were swiftly swaddled around the tiny form. The warm touch from an extended appendage encircled the tiny child in a soft cloth like material. The chill from the air eased, and strangely endearing coos were heard while the mother embraced the small fragile form. The father was gently handed the baby to hold as well. A small smile crossed the baby's face; it was human. The father giggled while excitedly telling the mother of his discovery. The mother quickly added, "That's not a smile; it's probably gas." After all of the labor, the mother slumbered comfortably in her bed. The magical nine months will be forgotten by the baby, but she will always remember.