Frighful beginning

A gem-like eye opens in the dark; 'tis waiting on a crude boat to embark. It fidgets, the being, and feels the walls of his dwelling push him out. Its translucent lips pout for fear of what it will be seeing. As blood vessels churn, our tiny little stranger starts to yearn.
The midget softly brushes hus thumb against his nose, and plays with the protruding hose that seems to sprout from his belly. How strange it all seems. What a few darks ago felt like an infinite vastness of dark liquid today felt cramped and suffocating. He was outgrowing his skin, that sweet wrapper he had nestled in.
And just as he was pondering his decision - rather inclined to find a way out of his crowded home - there occured the strangest thing.
The supple muscles of the warm cocoon contract: now, electricity racing through the human body, it's time to act! Our wanderer turns over, anligning himself with the bones of his owner. No time now for sweet reflection: the torrent of the river pushes him forward.
Pulses rush, and the small alien hears blood vessles all around him moan with the rapidity of the aforementioned liquid. He coils up, savouring for one last moment that small universe which he was the centre of. He let the warmth of the dark fluid world run over him again, give him strength. Then, with all his tiny, frail little might, he pushed, shattering to pieces the silver arch above his head which was holding him in. The sound of the rupture pierced the hero's ears as he made his way through a strangling tunnel.
After what seemed like forever, the tunnel ended, and his body found a million sensations at once, outside the engulfing blanket he had lived in. There was something from above, something white, something which made other things bright. There was a stinging flavour in the air, and there were about ten burning tentacles carressing his back. Then those were gone, and something more coarse than he'd ever felt touched him. In a flash of panic, the small lump discovered that his small sprout-tube was gone. He immediately realised it had been a mistake leaving that enrapturingly safe reality.
He was cold. Harsh metallic clanks roared around him, accompanied by low, wooshed hushes. Panic set into his rotating limbs as he desperately arched forward to once again feel the chiselled walls that had previously enclosed him. He touched nothing but air, and felt frightened.
Suddenly, his fear - to him an alien feeling - burst from his tight throat and into the air. He could not believe what sounds he was making, yet he sensed the shrill trills were his. He needed to call for help, he needed to keep on calling.
And he did so, shrieking helplessly in the numb silence outside, like a shaman beckoning the return of the spirit world.

["Congratulations, madam. It's a boy."]