"Reasons For Elevators" response

My initial reaction is that of confusion, but the more I think about I guess it makes sense. Almost every family takes this journey to bring new life in to the world. My family certainly did. My mother and grandmother watching the number go up beside the one you love. Squeezing each other's hand my mom crushes my grandmother's beyond compare. From the outside You look at them and then to the other people in this small cube around you. They're just passing by but you wonder where their days are headed. If they're making legends of their own. But then as the final ding of the elevator sounds, you know that your story is the one that matters in the moment.

My reaction to that second paragraph kind of makes me sad, it takes the excitement from the first and replaces it with this dread. This happy moment of continuous life is instantly snuffed out. Replaced by this race to erase the pain that's been latent inside of this women's core. It's a story where "THE END" is the first two words. But for the mother it's a sprint to an entirely new chapter, or heck, maybe even a new book. The pain of wanting it out of her bring a new light to the first paragraph.The ride isn't eustress, it's distress.

It seems that as the story continues to build, we get to understand who's telling the story. It's the child that did make, maybe after a second... maybe even a third try. The description of the fetus being really jarring as it rhymed/flowed together. Giving this almost jovial mood to a somber circumstance. Then to see the mother act like that to her children, it makes me wonder what they could of done to warrant that anger. To be compared to the "What if" of the first child. To incur the wrath of a mother's eyes as they stare into you.

I think the term "unbirthday" is an almost sick thing to say. The "un" in front of the word acting as a blocking force for the baby that never stood a true chance, the one taken away by circumstance. it also makes me wonder who would wish a Happy Unbirthday to someone? Is it the elevator? Is the mother? The unborn child? The Narrator thinking about the story she was told before?  It makes it seem like it's the same elevator her mother took all those years ago, taunting them both, teasing one, putting fear into the other. And now with the theory of twins in the picture, it makes me wonder about who the "unbirthday" applies to truly