After Reincarnation, I Became a God by Plundering --- Vol. 2, Contact with the World (1)

Soon, I was born. I could feel my mother's efforts during childbirth, the contractions of her womb, her desperate screams, my father's cheers from outside, and that damn doctor's slap on my backside. I didn't want to cry. A man in his thirties wouldn't shed tears so easily, but how could a baby's delicate skin withstand the doctor's rough slap? It must have bruised. Now I understand why many characters in novels have birthmarks on their buttocks. Before long, I felt a familiar presence and a warm embrace, and fell asleep with relief. Who says only mothers are tired during childbirth? Being born is also quite tiring, especially when you get spanked. "Who's this monkey? Let me see... It really is a monkey! Its butt is red, even turning bluish!" This annoying voice disturbing my dream could only be my dad's. I swear I'll pull out his oxygen tube later. "Don't disturb the baby. You're the monkey. If you keep making noise, your allowance will be halved next month." That's my mom, holding the purse strings and imposing economic sanctions. Looks like I'll have to hide a secret stash too, or life will be tough. Because I was just born, my vision was blurry and I got tired very easily. I couldn't think as often as I did in my mother's womb and would fall asleep quickly. Thus, for three years, amidst my mother's tenderness and my father's harsh words, I re-experienced the processes of rolling over, crawling, walking, and talking. Of course, it wasn't that I wanted to relearn them, but my body hadn't fully developed yet. I also secretly began learning the basic knowledge of this world. The writing, language, and culture were completely different from my previous life.