Mommy... "Who is your hero?"

The day had been fabulous, full of adventure, excitement, love and a bunch of other happy emotions... All of which I hadn't been able to experience and wouldn't until I was officially considered a member.  I had heard the happiness that was felt in this world I had no part in, and I was ready to finally become a part of it.  Darkness engulfed me as I remained tightlly curled in this claustrophobic womb.  Any sounds from the outside were muted and relatively dull, but the clatter I heard was enough to make me wonder what the outside could look like through my own eyes.  Determined to free myself from the encasement I found myself bound by, I gave one hard kick, which to my dismay only changed my uncomfortable position to one of even more discomfort.  Continuing to nudge, I finally became convinced that I'd be trapped for some time more, when I heard moans from the outside world. 
"Kevin, my water just broke.  Kevin, the baby is coming.  Kevin, we need to go right now!" A voice above me groaned. I had no idea what these words meant, but the anxious tones interested me right away, and I soon forgot about my desire to escape into the strange world of these voices.  Once again, my position was changed, but returned to one of discomfort after a short time.  These positions continued to change to my complete annoyance, and I wished multiple times that I could just stay put.  The voices on the outside became more excited, as did I, and the world around me began to churn in odd directions. 
I began to feel the walls of my abode, pushing against me, somehow attempting to press me out of their safety.  Concern and confusion filled me.  How was this suddenly happening?  Where was I being sent?  But the fear I originally felt soon vanished, and I felt a renewed excitement, anxious to experience the outside for myself.  I began pushing myself as best I could, kicking against the slimy interior I had previously lived in. As my body slid into the frigid outside, I immediately squeeled in fright, emmiting a strong cry of pain.  What was this world?  Why was everything so cold and brightly lit?  Squinting in this new environment, I was handled by cold, firm hands but handed immediately to a different set.  These hands, warm and caring, cradled me into their calming embrace as I looked into the strange, loving eyes of my mommy.