Beginnings

Im a sucker for beginnings. Its unreal. I have so many beginnings, not only in my head but on paper its insane.  This one is important though. Probally the most important one ever, well in my world anyway. Now most of this story is tried and true, thats right. Told to me by the people that lived it. I cant say for sure that they all told me the truth though. Hell how would i know, for that matter how would anyone else know? So i guess someone could say this is the absolute truth, who would second guess them. It starts on a cold cold and snowy September morning, inside a hospital, in a room in the far back with a woman screaming at the top of her lungs. Shes pregnant, and ready at that very second to pop. She is reaching and grabbing at anything around here. Doctors are scrambling to get everything in order. In between screaching wails the phds seem to slow themselves just long enough that the same suprise and anxiety they had experenced not 5 seconds before is reignigted one more and the resume their frantic chase around the room.