Ahhh! It hurts!! It's cold!! I don't wanna!!

Nononononooo!!!

Cold! Fuck! I hate the cold!

I'm only able to calm down somewhat when a pair of thick warm arms wrap around me.

Ah… I think I get it. I was just born, right? That was terrible.

So, the person holding me is my mother? I can't see her face from here. My eyes are blurry.

Wait… I'm a baby, right?!

Awesome!! For a few years at least, I won't have any responsibilities, right? Right?!

Wohoo!

Being a poor adult was way too stressful. How many times have I just wished to be a kid again? Well here it is! This is what you wanted, me. Don't you dare complain now that you have it!

But… something is a bit strange.

I seem to have kept my old memories, which is good, but a few things don't add up. I was born, but they didn't wash me off or wrap me in a blanket. So, I'm living in a seriously primitive society?

Yikes, are the baby death rates high? I just started over. I don't want to die again without doing anything.

Ah… I'm sleepy. Yeah, right, I'm a baby. Let's rely on mommy for a bit and take a rest…

***

When I woke up again, naturally, it was because I was hungry.

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Well, this is where I cry, right? Crying is important. It builds up a baby’s lungs and vocal chords. My mom used to tell me I cried for the whole first six months.

Since it's a good thing anyway, let's go all out. I can be shameless too, you know?!

“Uuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa~!”

Yosh. I heard momma’s heavy footsteps and then was picked up. I can tell from the body heat which way the nipple is. I wonder what breast milk tastes like? I've always been curious…

… Oh. Weird. The answer is it tastes weird. It sticks in the mouth, like it's thicker than it is. I can't tell. Is the flavor bland, creamy, salty? No… It's because it's not mixed totally that it's strange like this.

It's weird. But, as long as it's not disgusting, then it's fine.

Come to think of it, my tastebuds… are they fully developed yet? Ah, I guess that one’s not worth thinking about.

After I finish eating, momma tries to put me down.

No! Cold! At least put me to sleep first!

I hate it! And so, baby law states that the appropriate response is…

“Uuuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa~!”

***

It's been… two days?

I'm not really sure. I've never paid much attention to the passing of time. Also, I was asleep for most of it.

My body is basically used to the air temperature by now. Also, my vision has cleared up quite a bit.

Isn't this too fast? Ah, whatever. I'm hungry, so let's call for momma.

“Uuuaaaaaaa~!”

Ah, there's those heavy footsteps I've gotten used to. My mom must be a big woman, huh?

Ah… warm hug. Tasty milk. I've come to like this way of doing things, but some better food would be good.

I drink my fill and think of something.

My vision should be good enough to see mom’s face by now right? Is she pretty?

My eyes drift up and…

“Uu… Uuu… Uuaaaaaaaa~!”

She’s… I’m… a pig!!!