#Birth Injuries

[henrymatyn05]

If you believe your child sustained injuries during birth due to the negligence of healthcare professionals, contact the legal team at Gersowitz Libo & Korek, P.C. right away. Our team has over thirty years of experience handling various medical malpractice claims, particularly those related to birth injuries. Visit us today!

[goldmandaszkal]

Hiring a Birth Injury Attorney: What to Look for and How to Choose

The joy of welcoming a new life into the world can sometimes be marred by unexpected complications during childbirth, resulting in birth injuries to the baby or mother. In such situations, hiring a skilled and compassionate birth injury attorney is crucial to ensure justice and proper compensation. But with so many options available, how do you go about choosing a birth injury attorney who understands your needs? The lawyers at Goldman & Daszkal want to help you make an informed decision when seeking birth injury legal help that is right for you.

Understanding Birth Injuries

Before diving into the factors to consider when choosing a birth injury attorney, it’s important to understand what birth injuries actually entail. Birth injuries are physical or psychological damages sustained by the baby or mother during childbirth. These injuries can be the result of medical negligence, improper prenatal care, or a failure to respond appropriately to complications during delivery.

Expertise in Birth Injury Law

When searching for a birth injury attorney, the first and foremost factor to consider is their expertise in this specific type of law. Birth injury cases are complex, requiring specialized knowledge of medical and legal intricacies. Look for an attorney or law firm with a track record of handling birth injury cases successfully. A specialized attorney is more likely to understand the nuances of your case, increasing your chances of a favorable outcome.

Reputation and Experience

Evaluating the reputation and track record of the attorney or law firm under your consideration is a crucial step. You should look for client feedback, past case outcomes, and endorsements to gain insight into their historical achievements. An attorney known for their expertise in handling birth injury cases is better positioned to offer high-quality legal assistance and guide you through the legal procedures with efficiency.

Compassion and Understanding

Birth injury cases can be emotionally taxing for families. Choose an attorney who not only possesses the legal expertise but also shows compassion and understanding for your situation. A compassionate attorney will not only fight for your rights but also provide the emotional support and guidance you need throughout the legal proceedings.

Communication Skills

Effective communication is vital in any legal case, and birth injury cases are no exception. Your attorney should be a good communicator who can explain complex legal matters in a way that you can understand. They should keep you informed about the progress of your case and be readily available to answer your questions and address your concerns.

Resources and Support

Birth injury cases often require extensive resources, including expert witnesses, medical records, and thorough investigations. Ensure that your chosen attorney has the necessary resources and support staff to handle your case effectively. A well-equipped birth injury attorney can build a robust case on your behalf and maximize your chances of success.

Local Experience

Working with an experienced Broward County birth injury lawyer from Goldman & Daszkal can be highly advantageous to your case for several key reasons. Our extensive experience in handling similar cases means we can effectively navigate the intricate web of medical records, expert testimony, and legal procedures involved in birth injury claims. Our familiarity with local laws and regulations specific to Broward County ensures that your case is handled with precision and tailored to the unique circumstances of your situation.

At Goldman & Daszkal, we understand the unique challenges families face in birth injury cases. Our experienced birth injury lawyers are dedicated to providing compassionate and expert legal help. If you are seeking a birth injury attorney, we invite you to contact us for a free consultation to discuss your case and explore your legal options. We are here to support you every step of the way.

[bronwynhillside]

It can cause life altering injuries to give birth before "maturity". This is why in Australia, consent is set to 16 years. It's the lowest safe age our government could endorse.

Personally, I like having control of my bladder and bowels for the rest of my life...just saying.

And that is NOT counting the harm of being a parent as a child, adoption trauma and crippling medical bills

Where is "The sanctity of life" Women are dying and children are forced to give birth to children. This is right, Republicans don't understand that this means.

[seamayweed]

What would you have me do, Mother?

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON — 2.04 “The Red Dragon and the Gold” // Maia Baia, Mother

[hinamie]

idk about yall but life is good again

[raccooninapartyhat]

actually I do feel kinda weird that brain injuries don't always get treated as like actual forms of neurodivergency "because it's not like you were born like this"

[frownyalfred]

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🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

(a little over 50 words but the paragraph didn’t make a lot of sense alone…sorry)

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The smell of fresh blood -- Lois’ blood -- filled the room. Clark went still, eyes locked on the rapidly darkening pad under Lois’ legs.

Before he could open his mouth, Bruce’s hand gripped his, shaking it vigorously between them.

“Congratulations, man,” Bruce said loudly, tugging them both away from the bed. “Your mom is going to be thrilled. I know you promised to give her that phone call right away.”

Clark stared at him. Bruce used the hand he was shaking to pull him into a hug, slapping him on the back several times.

“Go outside,” Bruce breathed, just loud enough for Clark to hear. “Don’t come back in until I give the all clear.”

A tell-tale weakness began to spread up Clark’s fingers. He stared down at the glimmer of sickening, glowing green he could see hidden in Bruce’s left hand, the outline of his bones flickering in and out of focus.

“Tell her I said hi,” Bruce said, pulling back. “We’ll get her a few pictures when everything’s settled here, yeah?”

Go NOW, in Bruce-speak. What the hell are you still doing here?

Clark stumbled out into the corridor. His hands were trembling, leached of normal blood flow by the shard of Kryptonite in Bruce’s possession.

He slid down the nearest wall, feeling utterly useless. The nurses and staff passing by ignored him, focused on the other six ongoing labors Clark could sense on the floor.

To them, he was just another father who couldn’t crack the sight of blood.

[cosmicourple]

y’all, Neal Illustrator’s vers of Poseidon n Zeus are giving me,,,,,,, thoughts. Lots of Ody’ involved thoughts :D. specifically masochistic, power-shifting, and wound fucking thoughts—

[henrymatyn05]

If you believe your child sustained injuries during birth due to the negligence of healthcare professionals, contact the legal team at Gersowitz Libo & Korek, P.C. right away. Our team has over thirty years of experience handling various medical malpractice claims, particularly those related to birth injuries. Visit us today!

[fallenclan]

hailpaw :((( i never drew it (bc she wasn't scarred or killed by it) but at the start of her apprenticeship she broke a bone, and was in the medicine den for MONTHS. and now she's healed, but she's the only one of her siblings that hasn't become a warrior yet, even though she's 15 moons old now. hopefully she will get there soon.

ON A HAPPIER NOTE. look how fucking cool jaggedstripe looks. and her kits are so cute,,, im so glad we've got some new young blood in the clan :D

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[ghosthoodie]

3, 8, 4!

[septimusmoonlight]

Anonymous: I miss a lot of your birth stuff, so how about your a 5’4 cuminflated baby factory for the biggest magical creatures known for hard births like Orcs, Orges, Minotaurs, etc. For while you’re boypussy has no problem pushing out this absolutely massive babies but then a half Orc/ half giant breeds you one day with three massive babies and your so big and stretch everywhere it hurts. You go so overdue the father has to fuck you into labor and your cunt is gaping and almost ripped apart by the three babies and just when you think it’s over there’s a fourth that just tears you in two. Your relieved that it’s over that is until your  permanently sold to the half Orc/half giant and become his baby factory forever.

Oh, I really like this <3

It doesn't matter who I used to be or how I ended up here, really. All that matters is that I'm constantly round and swollen with the latest young, babies from whatever monster needed to use a hole, needed to continue a bloodline, needed to watch a pathetic human give birth to their too-big babies. Not allowed clothes except for a collar, chained wherever is convenient for my latest client, used constantly for breeding until it's finally time for me to push out whatever is taking up space in my womb. I'm just lucky my boycunt is used to it all at this point, because otherwise it would all be a lot more painful. It's painful nonetheless - that's part of the appeal, after all - but my body has, at least, acclimated.

Sometimes, a client will enjoy my "company" so much that they don't let me give birth, keeping me in agonizing labor for days on end so that the contractions squeeze their cock and so that they can keep using me for as long as possible. Orcs will gladly let the rest of their band use me, despite the terms of rental clearly being set at one client, so they're especially bad about this - it's unfair to let a toy go so soon if someone has gone without a turn in some sloppy boycunt, after all. Minotaurs are stubborn by nature, so they're also reluctant to give me up, but they know the terms of a rental as well as the rest of my clients. They can't keep me without repercussions.

My stomach sinks one day when an absolutely enormous client approaches my handlers and asks for a rental. Based on his looks and size, he must be half orc and half giant, if not mostly giant. His tusks and yellow eyes, plus the powerful shoulders, speak to orc ancestry, definitely, but his size is something else entirely. My handlers gladly recommend my services, handing me over upon the exchange of sufficient gold.

His cock alone is big enough to compete with even the largest of births I've ever had, so the prospect of bearing his children scares me - but it gets worse when he determines that I'm carrying triplets after breeding me thoroughly. He praises my proprietors in keeping a cuntboy so fertile, so ready to carry children for whoever is in need, and continues using me even as I swell to obscene sizes with his young at an uncomfortable speed. I'm sore, I'm tired, everything hurts, but I get no rest during the day, constantly impaled on my client's impossible cock. He's been pent up for a long time because nobody wants to handle him, he explains, so it's just better at this point to find somebody who can't say no.

He gets concerned when the supposed due date passes and I just keep swelling. He doesn't want health problems to befall me or the children, and he wants to continue his bloodline - but he has to admit that there's appeal in having a hole around that can take him. Still, he decides to take matters into his own hands one day, and just picks me up bodily, sliding me up and down on his cock like the toy I am, pummeling my cervix to prompt a response from my body - and a response is exactly what he gets. Labor rips through me, and I scream, arching my back as my body finally makes its needs known, but he doesn't let me off, too busy chasing his own high. The squeezing of my boyhole around his cock is just too perfect for him to ignore, even if I'm finally giving birth like he wants.

When he cums, at least that means my hole is loose and sloppy for him when he finally lays me on my back and tells me to push. I obey, screaming, crying, tears falling endlessly from my cheeks as I struggle through the first of three enormous children. The head alone is easily the width of a large watermelon, stuck crowning for a ridiculous amount of time - and that just seems to get my client hard again, stroking his cock as he watches me struggle, watches me ruin my body trying to give birth for him. Drenched in sweat, I finally manage to dislodge the head, and the rest of the body follows with comparative ease.

The second is much the same, except he makes it harder on me. With a gentle palm, he pushes the child back into my body, forcing me to bring it to a crown all over again. And again. He doesn't do it a third time, though, apparently unwilling to delay the birth of his children further, and allows me the privilege of bearing his young, bringing them into the world while I'm in agony, shaking with the effort. If anything, the struggle just turns him on even more - his cock bobs, precum slicking the head even when he's not masturbating to my tears.

Finally, the third. Finally, there will be some rest. Once I'm finished with this, the most difficult task I've ever had to face, I will finally get to relax, just for a little bit, before he fucks another set of babies into me and makes me bear those ones just the same. As I push, though, something feels...off. Something doesn't feel right, like my belly is still too heavy. It can't be the afterbirth - I know what that feels like from dozens and dozens of births over the years - so what else could it possibly be?

I get my answer after the third slides out, my boycunt protesting as it's stretched to its limits for the third time in a row. There's a fourth. My heart sinks as the weight of a fourth child becomes clear to me, now that I'm not distracted by the rest of them, and it feels like it may be bigger than the others by a significant factor. I don't even know if I'll be able to properly birth this thing - but I'm not left any choice when my client presses on my swollen belly, forcing the last of the batch towards my already overworked cunt. I try to plead with him, to tell him that I can't take it, that it hurts too badly, but the way his cock twitches in response tells me that he's looking forward to that. All I can do is brace myself.

It's not enough. A wave of pain rocks me to my absolute core, worse than anything I've ever felt, and I can't even hear myself screaming as the baby fights its way out of me. It stretches me to my limits, meets my limits, and then shoots right past them, my cunt ripping open to make two holes into one, my body permanently changed to reflect my true purpose as a breeding slave, a baby factory, nothing more than a walking womb that makes funny noises sometimes. The air smells like metal. Blood pools beneath me, but my client doesn't seem concerned - in fact, he's jacking off as his final child comes into the world covered in my blood.

My vision is dim, but I can still tell when my client looms over me. The brand-new pain of him sliding his throbbing cock into my fresh wound-cunt isn't even that bad, not compared to when his child made it, so I don't even cry that much anymore, not from the intrusion alone. What makes me cry is when he jackhammers his way to another orgasm, shooting his seed directly into my womb to knock me up all over again, and and his cock stays hard. He pulls out and jacks off, using my blood as lube, painting my sweat-covered body and my open, torn injury in another load of seed.

When he brings me back to my handlers, he apologizes for breaking me and offers to pay for my repair. My handlers, however, see how happy my client is now that he has a body to use and children to continue his bloodline, and they just offer me to him outright - for a price, of course. They've gotten plenty of use out of me over the years, and the majority of toys they keep around break eventually. I'm just lucky I broke in a way that turns my new owner on even more instead of a way that kills me outright.

My owner, now free to use me as much as he likes and free to make me give birth as many times as possible, breeds me again the instant we return to his dwelling, regardless of the fact that I'm still in pain. He's not sewing up those wounds or repairing them, oh, not at all - he's going to let them stay open so that I can give birth over, and over, and over again.

It doesn't matter if they need more time to heal - what matters is how soon he can knock me up.

[wow-an-unfunny-joke]

I don’t like hanahaki disease for the same reason I don’t like soulmates. It removes the choice. All the love and feelings feel instantly dampened by the lack of choice. I mean I get that with hanahaki disease there is technically a choice, but “love me back or I’ll die” isn’t really a choice, and the other options aren’t much better either

“Either you love me back or I loose the ability to love/ loose all my feelings for you/ forget about you entirely”

“Love me back or I’ll live with this chronic illness forever”

These aren’t good alternatives, if still feels forced and one sided

[purplefiction-ao3]

Processing medical trauma through fanfic? Yes, please.

This fic is super personal to me and feels quite like I’m baring my soul to everybody. I’ve never been quite so open with my medical journey but it’s helping me dissociate from my current severe pain, and helping me organize my thoughts about my trauma. So that’s nice.

If you read it, I’d love to hear any thoughts or questions you have! 💜

[oopsallmabari]

hm. fully just me musing and it's prob not my place to comment on but i do feel. a way abt so many post-trespasser inquisitors just. having a spirit arm or cool prosthetic or whatever and like yes. it's cool. but like. we all just go to making a new arm? sooooo many ppl just go to making a new arm? what if we just...left it :(

[compassionatereminders]

I am ridiculously close to simply telling people that I am barren because they don't listen to me when it comes to the whole "I do not want and will never have children" thing. It's dumb, I hate it, I've known since I was thirteen that I had a time limit on having kids due to issues (cysts, lining growing where it shouldn't, the potential future of me almost bleeding out like my mom did, raised likelihood of miscarriage) and so I just decided it was easier if I did not want children at all. Despite this, my own parents (yes, including my mother) have told me that "oh, miscarriages aren't that bad" and "you'll change your mind". I made up my mind when I was fifteen, I'm twenty and a half now. I'm not changing it.

There's still a little bit of guilt because I hate lying and I'm not technically barren, but it's just so tiring to have people insist that I'll change my mind and magically decide to pump out a few children (which is terrifying in its own way) when I've told them I don't want to.

And that's not even on the subject of a prospective spouse wanting children! Yes, I will magically change my mind when approached with the right partner. Never mind the fact that I specifically want a partner who shares the same child-free wants!

It's really terrible that the people around you won't respect your decision and keep pressing the subject even though you've made your decision clear. Say whatever you need to say to be left in peace!