Food and Flash

Editor's Note: Dates and times (as well as other internationalization specifics) have been converted to Eastern Daylight Time (EDT) on Earth (planet in the 'Milky Way') for readers in that audience.

The walls are shaking and I debate if going through with this is a good idea.  I switched the portal on and I fear I can no longer turn it off.  After stepping through I believe I have traveled through time and space.  Here, I will record my observations of what brave new worlds lie ahead of me for those who may follow.

After exiting the other end of the portal, a being of this new place cut off my life support systems.  I screamed out to stop it, but he (it?) did not listen!  Moments later I realized that the air here is breathable, and my life support had ceased to function on this end.  He saved my life!

There does appear to be sentient life here, although I'm not 100% certain.  So far, all but rudimentary communications have failed.  As I try to teach these beings my language and customs, they force their language and customs on me.

I have come to observe two beings the most, since I see them frequently.  Although communication is not always possible, I can figure out something from their facial expressions and mannerisms.  One calls itself 'Mommy' (although I've heard that label used elsewhere) and predominately helps serve as life support.  Before the portal, my suit provided all of the sustenance I required.  Not I am forced to forage for food from 'Mommy' on a regular basis.  What an odd and backwards way of doing things.

Next there is 'Daddy' as he calls himself (although again, I've heard that label elsewhere).  He seems to be an observer or journalist of some sort, perhaps even a scientist sent to study me?  If he is, he will need more than his single lens devices and bright flash.  Since I have heard these titles used very frequently, I will refer to them by role to remove any confusion.  They are 'Food' and 'Flash'.

First post!

All I keep hearing in my head is the chorus of R.E.M's "It's the end of the world as we know it, (and I feel fine)."  In the beginning of May, my beautiful son was born.  A few take aways from the experience and after math include we as humans do not know nearly enough about pregnancy or babies.  Doctors repeatedly told my wife and I that there is no "normal" for pregnancy, or labor. After a tiring rollercoaster, our little man is here and we can already see him developing and changing.

Upon coming home, my dad commented to me that we need to treat him as an alien from another world.  Similar advice was given from the nurses, who told us that he still needs to learn how to be a baby and figure things out.  This blog aims to speak to new parents, but through a twist, through a "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" perspective.  We'll explore his 'travel diaries' with commentary of life in this new strange place called "outside the womb", with a look at how strange some things must seem to a newborn.