Stone Circle There's light in darkness

Astrid's world, up until this point, had been one of mostly nothingness.
She did not crave sight, for she did not have it. Her days were filled with garbled vocalizations and messily clinging to the warm bodies that surrounded her, mothermilk, the vibrations of voices around her; scurrying grown-ups that fuss over her.
It is with a great shock that her world is, suddenly, a lot less full of nothing. It is everything, albeit blurry and unrefined. She sees her mother for the first time, the pearls of milk that dribble for her to lap up. She sees her brothers, who now had faces to remember. And then, when she looks down, she sees herself; stubby little pink-tinted paws, and she can see when she moves her toes.
She is fascinated at first, before it quickly devolves into confusion. A confusion that, then, turns to anger. A hiss, a yowl, and then a flop over to her side, followed by more yowling! What is this? I don't like it!