In a lot of fiction, babies make everything better just by turning up. Babies mend broken relationships, restore someone's faith in life, and stop wars. Even the Screaming Birth won't put onlookers (or the mother) off pondering the magnificence of life - even onlookers who are normally so easily squicked out that the messiness of childbirth should have rendered them unconscious. All angst is dissolved with their first cry of life, all the problems in their parents' worlds melt away with one glimpse into those innocent blue eyes, the world's problems are lost in the significance of their first dirty nappy...