#birth worker

[aroundmyscars]

Why am I single? Oh it’s really nothing, I just uh accidentally send people pictures of placentas before we get past the talking phase.

[stubz]

"-and on that note let us discuss and review the youngling centre safety protocols. Kim, Max, any thoughts or concerns?"

"Well Calis, we'd like to make a pamphlet of sorts to be given to current and future practicum students about the key differences between species."

"Not every species, because then that'd end up being a 15 volume book," laughs and chuckles. "just key differences between predators, herbivores, omnivores, and the most common differences between species."

"That can be arranged. Anything else?"

"We have a list of things around the classroom we'd like repaired or reinforced, do you want me to read them out now or just send it to you?"

"Just send me the list and I'll get back to you before the weekend about what can and can't be done."

"Alright then, I think that's it-"

The room goes quiet as the doors open. A small youngling scampers in clutching a small bag in their claws making a beeline for first mate Calis.

"Mapa, Mapa! Look at the treats I got from the party!" they scramble onto their parent's lap, wiggling in and pushing away their documents and holopad.

"Oh um...very good Dali. They look delicious."

"Try one!"

"Maybe later my little star, Mapa is-"

"Here!" determined to share this delicious and mouthwatering treat without delay Dali crams a treat into Cails' mouth

"....very good." the whole room murmurs with giggles and coos as they watch the usually stoic first mate flush blue as their child tries to feed them more.

"Teachers try it!" tiny arms reach out as the youngling basically crawls across the large meeting room table to hand out more treats.

"Very tasty Dali!" Kim calls while walking to the meeting room door to see if Calis' mate is nearby. She gives the first mate a large grin as she passes him.

"Mmm, what is this?" with a mere scoop Max grabs the youngling off the table and places them on his knee.

"It's a mip, they're like your earth's cookies."

"Yeah they're like a coconut cookie I had." he smiles as he watches Kim bring in a giggling Gala who gives Calis a loving nuzzle much to their embarrassment.

"Dali~ You know not to come in here when mapa is having a meeting. Now let's say goodbye to everyone and wait for mapa outside with those delicious treats, alright my glorious star?" the youngling and parent give everyone a wave except for Calis who receives a kiss and hug from both their mate and child.

"...not one word from any of you." they seethe face very flushed.

"Calis, there's no need to be embarrassed. Me and Max hear from Dali all the time about how much you love them and Gala. Underneath that stoic side of you is a easily flustered romantic." the human beams.

"..."

"Kim I don't think that's what they want to hear now."

[aznisure]

“whats with the robe?” “i find its easier to get people to accept what i am when im shaped like their idea of it, ive also grown fond of this form over the recent centuries”

or, the twins meet Death

[dontmean2bepoliticalbut]

[rpfisfine]

whatever I don’t care abt my stupid grandma anymore we have kittens

[fictional-worlds-are-exquisite]

help i just witnessed a caesarean birth i'm going to throw myself out a window what do you mean they cut into you and then pull AN ENTIRE BABY OUT OF YOU THERE IS AN ENTIRE CHILD IN THERE THAT LOOKS LIKE SOMETHING OUT OF A HORROR FILM I HAVE NEVER BEEN QUITE THIS TRAUMATISED BY HORROR BEFORE THIS IS WORSE THERE ARE TEARS FALLING FROM MY EYES RIGHT NOW MY JAW IS HURTING FROM HOW WIDE I HAVE IT OPEN IN A SILENT SCREAM THAT IS A HORRIFIC PROCESS I THINK WE SHOULD OUTLAW BIRTH I'VE NEVER REALLY LIKED BABIES VERY MUCH BUT NOW THAT I KNOW HOW THEY CAN COME OUT I THINK I'LL BACK AWAY IN FEAR YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT'S NATURAL??? IT'S NATURAL THAT WE GROW. THAT? THAT INSIDE US? AND IT COMES OUT? AND STARTS CRYING? BITCH I SHOULD BE THE ONE CRYING. GO BACK IN THERE. BETTER YET, VANISH. NEVER DO THAT AGAIN. I HATE IT HERE. I WOULD SOONER DIE THAN HAVE A BABY IN ME. THAT IS. PURE HORROR. I'M SO UNCOMFORTABLE. CAN I GET RID OF MY UTERUS? IS THAT AN OPTION? I DON'T WANT IT ANYMORE. I REALLY REALLY REALLY WANT IT OUT OF ME SO THERE'S NO CHANCE OF AN ALIEN TYPE EVENT HAPPENING. I FEEL NAUSEOUS. I CAN'T DEAL WITH THIS. MY LIMIT HAS BEEN CROSSED. CAN SOMEONE HIT ME REALLY HARD IN THE HEAD SO I FORGET THE LAST 10 MINUTES. PLEASE.

[v1p0]

Random sketches part 2: Kipo and @keivtev ‘s Neek version.

[meanpregcomm]

Imagine you have a new bunkmate pt 2

Pt 1 here:

Despite my best attempts, it was impossible to avoid seeing the human submarine I'd bigged. She shuffled slowly around the ship, crying as she carried laundry, crying as she nursed another of her children, and moaning in pleasure as she continued her duties in the room next to mine.

The captain had granted my wish to be moved, but the new bunk was comically close to my old one, which had been rearranged with a larger, single bed in the center of the room. No more ruining perfectly good furniture because the girl's belly was so obscenely swollen.

I couldn't meet her eyes, but I did send gifts to the children through the other crew members--little trinkets or extra bits of food. I wouldn't claim the children inside her. I couldn't be responsible for extra mouths to feed, I was young and just making my way in the world. It wasn't my fault that she had gotten pregnant the first time someone had touched her after her latest birth. But I wasn't an unfeeling man. I didn't wish her ill, and I knew better than most of the sailors how much she struggled. And, unlike most of the crew of this ship, I knew they were mine. Although...the crew did have their guesses about which of the babies that kept coming out of her abused pussy might have belonged to each of them. But she could never be certain enough to make a real accusation. They would have laughed in her face.

When her due date was clearly imminently approaching, we were dockside in Finland. I had permission to take shore leave, but I felt torn when I imagined vacationing while she gave birth. On the one hand, I knew that being physically near the mother of my children for the event wouldn't do her any good. I wasn't a midwife, or even a family member. On the other hand, my guilt at abandoning children I knew were mine, and abandoning their mother in her hour of need seemed especially cruel.

I made up my mind--I would stay nearby in case she needed me. I knocked on her door and gave her a little speech about being there for her during the birth, and the relief that flowed into her face was depressing. She either hadn't put together that I was the father, or she was so used to birth being a solitary experience that she would take anyone as a birth partner, even the man who had tricked her into getting fat with more unwanted children.

I read in my room while I waited for her contractions to start, made excuses to my friends for why I wasn't leaving, and after a few hours, I did start to hear moans of pain from the other side of the wall. I went to summon the doctor, and when we both entered my former room, we found her face down, ass up on her newer, larger bed, moaning and rocking through a contraction. One of her younger babies was crying, and her older children were huddled in the corner, wide-eyed.

"Get these children out of here," the doctor snapped at me, "and get a woman from the kitchen." After a few minutes of searching I'd come back with Katherine, and she had shuffled the brood to the galley with promises of oranges. She shot me a look behind the doctors back as she carried the screaming baby away from her laboring mother.

There was no time for anyone to address the elephant in the room--how she'd ended up in this situation--so I gripped one of the laboring mother's arms as the doctor gripped another, and we helped her into a squat. The doctor checked her dilation, and I saw his eyes widen. She's almost ready to push," he said to me, and she looked up wild eyed. "Already? she panted, "But the contractions just started!"

The doctor nodded and pressed lightly on the top of her enormous belly. She began to let out a guttural groan so primal I will never forget it as long as I live. And that's when I started to regret my decision to stay. Maybe there was a reason fathers didn't attend the births of their children. Maybe it was unnatural for a man to see these images. The doctor snapped at her to pay attention and keep her breathing even. "This is your sixth child," he admonished, "you'd think you'd be better at giving birth." She only moaned weakly in reply, pawing limply at her gargantuan bump as if she could stroke the babies inside her out. On the doctor's command, she gave a strained cry and bore down, and her bulging pussy opened to reveal a dark circle, which, as she breathed slowly, eventually became a head.

When she gave another deep moan and I saw my child's head hanging between her legs, the contents of my stomach came up and I knew I couldn't stay a moment longer. I lost my nerve and ran, gagging, from the room up to the deck for air.

She'll be fine, I assured myself as her screams of agony drifted up to me from the bowels of the boat. Women have done this for millennia.

[yugocar]

for once in my life i SOLVED a problem and wasnt the source of the problem or made the problem worse and i must say it feels pretty damn good!!!!

[problemnyatic]

I would rather a hundred million people get free shit they don't deserve than one single person go without basic necessities.

[iero]

The passport application process as a first time passport applicant is so daunting to me. Worst $300 I’ve ever had to spend and you don’t get that money back if your app gets denied?! What the fuck?

[barefootbaltimore]

Did you know that if you go to a hospital while in labor they will give you fentanyl directly into your spine and that's not a problem but if you test positive for cannabis (a substance that is legal to purchase on every street in your state)they WILL send social services to your home.

[loveblackculture]

This group that I’m so proud to be a part of is called Speak, Move, Change and we curate two virtual series’ to address the crisis in reproductive health in the United States. As part of our collective work, Speak, Move, Change hosts virtual events during Black Maternal Health Week in April and we curate a week-long virtual series for an initiative that we launched in 2023 called the National Postpartum Awareness Week for BIPOC birthing people. The National Postpartum Awareness Week (PAW) was created by our collective and is designed to heighten awareness for stakeholders around the country so that comprehensive, equitable, trauma and culturally relevant care are provided to BIPOC mothers, birthing people, their babies and partners during the 4th Trimester. We believe that “postpartum is forever” and that everyone deserves to receive care that honors their humanity

[the-meme-monarch]

i want to do one of those “drawing every character” things for chulip . get drawed idiots. and also provide hopefully more game-accurate drawings of them for other people to use as references bc man some of these guidebook illustrations do not match

[panb1mbo]

the disrespect it is to call a white woman the founder of the doula movement like it’s some new age concept instead of ancestral care work that has been around since before we started claiming white people are at the forefront of birth work movements

[out-of-heaven-and-hell]

Ryuko will be willing to rent out the whole theater for just such an occasion. The movie will be seen even if the kid has to be born in the theater!

Let's fucking goooooo