I don't think I like this world, its not cosy and warm like where I was before. There is space now, so I'm not all scrunched up any more, but its so much effort to breath and eat and everything. All I can do is scream. So I did. Lots.
They seemed worried, like I had screamed too much. So they called someone to check on me. Poor guy hit is head on the low beam as he came into the room to see me, he didn't seem too concerned but he did want to keep me observed for a while. To be honest it sounded he was relieved to be dealing with a baby rather than some drunken people fighting in a town centre somewhere, so he was quite happy to sit with me and make sure I was OK until his colleagues had finished mopping up the drunks.