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[instituteofintegrativehlth]

Are You Tired of Dealing with Painful Menstrual Cramps, Irregular Cycles, or Fertility Issues?

Dysmenorrhea, Premenstrual Syndrome and Fertily

At the Institute of Integrative Health Specialists, we are dedicated to providing personalized and effective care.

Acupuncture, a powerful non-pharmacological therapy rooted in Traditional Medicine (TM), offers a natural and effective solution for women experiencing menstrual cycle pain, PMS, and fertility issues. Let's explore the scientific evidence that supports Acupuncture for these common health concerns among women, offering hope and optimism.

Acupuncture for Menstrual Cycle Pain

Menstrual cycle pain, or dysmenorrhea, affects a considerable group of women worldwide, significantly affecting their quality of life. Research shows Acupuncture can provide relief via several mechanisms:

Anti-Inflammatory Effects: Acupuncture reduces inflammatory mediators, such as prostaglandins, which induce uterine contractions during menstruation and pain. Reducing inflammation helps alleviate menstrual cramps.

Modulation of Pain Pathways: Acupuncture reduces pain perception by stimulating the release of natural painkillers like endorphins and enkephalins.

Improved Blood Flow: Acupuncture enhances blood flow to the uterus, reducing the severity of cramps and promoting relaxation.

Acupuncture for Premenstrual Syndrome (PMS)

PMS includes a spectrum of physical and emotional symptoms that occur before menstruation. Acupuncture is effective in managing these symptoms through several mechanisms:

Stress Reduction: Acupuncture reduces stress and promotes relaxation by lowering cortisol levels, which helps alleviate PMS symptoms.

Regulation of Neurotransmitters: Acupuncture helps manage emotional symptoms like mood swings and irritability by balancing neurotransmitters such as serotonin and dopamine.

Alleviation of Physical Symptoms: Acupuncture reduces physical symptoms such as bloating and breast tenderness by improving blood circulation and reducing inflammation.

Acupuncture and Fertility

Infertility affects millions of couples globally. In partnership with Acupuncturists, many fertility specialists in allopathic medicine recommend acupuncture care to enhance patient fertility, increasing the probability of fertilization during treatments. Acupuncture gained attention for its potential role in improving fertility outcomes:

Hormonal Regulation: Acupuncture enhances hormonal balance and improves endometrial morphology, making the uterus more receptive to embryo implantation during IVF.

Stress Reduction: Acupuncture reduces stress, anxiety, and depression levels, which are crucial for improving fertility outcomes.

Clinical Evidence Supporting Acupuncture

Numerous clinical studies support the efficacy of Acupuncture in treating menstrual pain, PMS, and infertility:

Menstrual Pain: A systematic review found that Acupuncture significantly reduced menstrual pain compared to no treatment or NSAIDs.

PMS: Acupuncture has been shown to reduce both physical and emotional symptoms of PMS, providing comprehensive relief.

Fertility: Research indicates that Acupuncture can improve pregnancy rates and reduce stress in women undergoing fertility treatments.

Conclusion

While Acupuncture has shown promising results in managing menstrual cycle pain, PMS, and fertility issues, it's important to note that individual results may vary. We strongly encourage you to consult a qualified practitioner to discuss your needs and determine if Acupuncture is the proper treatment. This guidance and support can make your journey towards relief more effective.

If you are experiencing menstrual cramps, PMS, or fertility issues, we encourage you to contact the Institute of Integrative Health Specialists. Our institute is known for its experienced and qualified practitioners who provide personalized and efficient Acupuncture tailored to your needs, making you feel valued and understood. 

References:

Li, H., Liu, Z., & Liu, J. (2011). Acupuncture for premenstrual syndrome at different intervention time: A systematic review. Journal of Traditional Chinese Medicine, 31(4), 343-350. https://doi.org/10.1016/S0254-6272(12)60073-6

Qian, Y., Xia, X., & Liu, Y. (2019). Acupuncture as treatment for female infertility: A systematic review. Journal of Integrative Medicine, 17(2), 87-100. https://doi.org/10.1016/j.joim.2019.01.002

Smith, C. A., de Lacey, S., Chapman, M., Ratcliffe, J., Norman, R. J., & Johnson, N. (2019). Systematic review and meta-analysis of the efficacy of Acupuncture as an adjunct to IVF cycles in ChinAcupunctureorld. Reproductive BioMedicine Online, 38(3), 364-378. https://doi.org/10.1016/j.rbmo.2018.12.038

Armour, M., Smith, C. A., Yang, G., MacPherson, H., Lee, J., & Wang, L. Q. (2019). The efficacy and safety of Acupuncture in women with primary dysmenorrhea:Acupunctureic review and meta-analysis. Medicine (Baltimore), 98(8), e14520. https://doi.org/10.1097/MD.0000000000014520

Zhu, X., Hamilton, K. D., & McNicol, E. D. (2011). Acupuncture and moxibustion for managing primary dysmenorrhea. Cochrane Database of Systematic Reviews, 2011(1), CD007579. https://doi.org/10.1002/14651858.CD007579.pub2

Proctor, M. L., Smith, C. A., Farquhar, C. M., & Stones, R. W. (2002). Acupuncture for primary dysmenorrhea. Cochrane Database of Systematic Reviews, 2002(1), CD002123. https://doi.org/10.1002/14651858.CD002123

Stener-Victorin, E., & Humaidan, P. (2006). Use of Acupuncture in female infertility and a summary of recent acupuncture studies related to embryo transfer. Acupuncture in Medicine, 24(4), 157-163. https://doi.org/10.1136/aim.24.4.157

Lee, B., & Han, C. H. (2010). Acupuncture for premenstrual syndrome: A systematic review and meta-analysis. BJOG: An International Journal of Obstetrics & Gynaecology, 117(10), 1175-1183. https://doi.org/10.1111/j.1471-0528.2010.02693.x

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you make loving fun. | frankie morales x ofc

five. songbird

content (for this chapter): family feels (a lot), implication of cheating (in previous relationship), references to a past bad relationships, parenting, benny is their honorary child actually, talks of pregnancy and fertiliy, self-doubt, some suggestive language

word count: 5.2k

a/n: this chapter is a little shorter than the previous ones, with more, kind of quicker scenes, but i really wanted it to be out there before i start exams because i don’t know how soon i’ll manage to write the next one. i love my silly little family

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“Well, Camila’s crying so I’ll have to keep it brief or I might start doing the same. My brother and Pope said a lot about you, but they forgot the most important part: your heart. Your big, wonderful heart that had space for all of us, for Alba, for all our shitty baggage. Sorry, I know, I’m sorry, I just–I think we take it for granted sometimes, how much you’ve done for us, too. Not just by loving Frankie the way you do, but by being there for us–for me. You took care of my bruises when we’d only just met, you spent nights awake on your couch just listening to my complaints even though you had work in the morning, you overfed me on multiple occasions, and–I warned you I was going to cry. Alright, Cami, you–I love you, thank you for everything, but mainly for being you and taking care of us when you really, really didn’t have to. And Fish–Frankie, thank you, too. Yes, because you brought Camila into our lives, but also for you. You were the first of us to make it out, to get your shit together–sorry, again, I’m sorry–what I’m trying to say is you made me realize love was still a possibility for people like us, that we could have a new life, if we put in the work. I’m grateful for that, and I’m grateful for you–both of you. Now, maybe we should go back to some of those stories Pope was mentioning–”

The Sunday morning crowd made the café feel smaller, a little more chaotic than they were used to, and Frankie did not lose sight of Camila as she gathered their orders while he sat at the small table with Alba–the same table they always sat at, from that first morning still hungover. The people there had started to recognise them, smile at them, linger in small-talk, so it wasn’t all that odd one or the other would be held back for a few moments.

But Frankie noticed the tight line of Camila’s shoulders, the guy in front of her wrapping his arms in a quick hug–she seemed to try to reciprocate, but her arms were stiff at her sides, back pinched together. He frowned, while Camila nodded and responded to whatever it was the other guy had told her, and her gaze flickered towards him and Alba, a tight-lipped smile in their directions even with her eyes a little wider–it took him everything in him to not get up and reach for them both, especially when the guy’s eyes moved from him to the child and back, eyebrows slightly arched, and back further to Camila.

The talk was cut short by a blonde woman pushing a stroller and simultaneously holding a second child on her hip. Camila’s posture went even more rigid, though her gaze softened at the two kids, and with a quick movement of her head she gathered the small tray and walked away, a goodbye thrown over her shoulder as she made a beeline towards the table.

When she returned to the table, sitting between Frankie and Alba, she exhaled heavily and reached for one of the fuming cups of coffee–he bumped his knee with hers, making her glance up with a worried gaze. He frowned again.

“You okay?” he asked, soft enough that some tension left her but not so much so she couldn’t hear him from above the noise.

“Yeah–yes, of course,” she tried and failed to plaster on a smile, another sigh escaping her afterwards as she sagged in her seat. Frankie placed his hand on the table, palm up, and she immediately let her own fall into his, picking it up to bring it up to her face. She brushed her lips to his knuckles in a quick kiss, and he leaned in closer.

“You can talk to me, baby. What is it?” he reassured softly, and this time her smile was true though softer, pushing her cheek against the back of his hand and looking up at him. She cleared her throat then, taking a slow breath in.

“That was Jason,” Frankie looked back towards the man, then at Camila again. “Yes, that Jason,” she added before he could ask. “The very same.”

The same guy who��d broken up with her after a decade because he was bored; the same guy that didn’t like when he could hear her–in their everyday life, or in the bedroom, the reason why she had started singing a little louder, had stopped holding back; the same guy that, despite the years, had still an influence on her sorrys and her fears, although less so now. The same guy who had told her he didn’t want a family, but now pushed a stroller out of the café.

“With a kid?” was the first thing he could ask, baffled.

“With two kids,” she replied, bringing the cup up to her face. “And a wife. Of almost three years, give or take,” she added before taking a sip, flinching at the warmth of the drink.

“Of–wait, what?” he frowned again, glancing over his shoulder as if he could still see them.

“The first kid, too–he’s around Alba’s age, little older maybe,” she smiled at the kid that waved her hands at the mention of her name, placing down the cup to give her the other hand.

“Mila,” he called gently, bringing his chair closer.

“I’m fine, honey, I swear, just a little–” she trailed off, then scoffed with a grimace. “It’s not even confused–it’s not like I didn’t know,” she shrugged, turning to look at him with a softer smile, almost to reassure him. “I did not lose anything after he left, only gained. The loss was all before.”

“You don’t have to do that,” he said gently, leaning in to rest his chin over her shoulder, their joined hands falling onto her lap. “You can be disappointed–God knows I wouldn’t be if I found out Sophie has a family now.”

“I don’t think I am, though,” she admitted, tilting her head to look down at him still resting against her. “It feels odd, sure, but I don’t think I care,” she brushed her lips to his forehead quickly, then turned to kiss Alba’s hand, pulling a giggle out of her just as she tilted her head against Frankie’s. “I have all I need, Frankie.”

That same night, when Alba was fast asleep and the house was quiet, Frankie reached towards the other side of the bed and found it empty. Still half asleep, he pulled his head up from the pillow and turned to look at the vacant spot, patting it lightly as if to make sure before sitting up.

“Mila?” he called, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He waited for a response a few moments longer before getting up, padding quietly outside the room.

The door to the bathroom was open, lights turned off, and when he looked to the other side he saw Camila sitting on the floor by Alba’s ajar door, her eyes wide as she nibbled her bottom lip, crossed legs bouncing ever so slightly in agitation. Frankie walked up to her quietly, and when she didn’t look up towards him–when she kept staring at the door instead–he kneeled by her side, ignoring his legs protesting at the movement and position.

“Camila, baby, what’s wrong?” he asked softly, reaching to take one of her hands she fidgeted over her lap, picking at her nails. She blinked rapidly at his touch, gaze flickering unfocused for a moment from the door to him before lingering on the tilt of his head.

“Sorry,” she murmured, giving a quick squeeze to his hand. “Did I wake you?”

“No, I was just wondering where you were,” he shifted back slightly, trying to alleviate some of the pressure to his knees. “Did something happen with Alba?” he asked then, and Camila shook her head quickly, offering him a tight smile.

“It’s nothing, go back to sleep,” she reassured. Frankie didn’t budge, arching his eyebrows slowly, and she sighed, looking down. “You’re awfully stubborn, Francisco.”

“And you’re sitting in front of our daughter’s bedroom and staring at it as if it’s about to catch on fire,” he retorted, returning her smile a little wider–there was a flicker in her expression he almost missed, a light quiver of her bottom lip and her gaze shifting back towards the room. “Come on, let’s get up.”

She hesitated just a moment longer as Frankie stood up, offering her both his hands, and then let him hoist her up and wrap his arms around her, pulling her up–enough so that when he walked forward and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her legs dangled just above the ground. She chuckled softly, letting her forehead fall to the curve of his neck.

“You’re gonna strain your back, Frankie,” she murmured, and he scoffed lightly.

“Are you calling me old?” he put her back down at the top of the stairs, hands sliding down her sides and back into her hands as she chuckled again, eyes fluttering open.

“I would never,” she said in mock offense, tipping her chin up. He caught her pouting lips in a quick kiss before leading her down the stairs, their hands joined behind his back.

He could feel her hesitate every now and then, lingering a step behind and turning her head before he squeezed her hands, encouraging her forward without turning to look at her. She’d done the same for him the times he’d woken up from a nightmare, clinging to her breathlessly until she woke with a startle, shushing him gently and coaxing him up and out of the bedroom, the kettle already on the stove before he fully came to it sitting at the kitchen counter–he did the same now, her eyes following him around as she sat on the counter itself.

The silence that accompanied his presence seemed to be doing part of the work already, her posture relaxing as her legs dangled and rocked slowly–he slotted himself between her knees before placing the fuming cups at her side, the tags of the tea bags wrapped around the handle. When he looked up at her, her eyes had softened, hands searching for him again now that he was within reach.

“Wanna tell me what’s wrong?” he hummed the same question she asked him those nights, his hands running up and down her thighs slowly, a soothing motion that had her leaning forward. Frankie kissed her cheek, chaste and delicate, coaxing a quick smile out of her.

She basked in the feeling a moment longer, eyelids shut as she rested her hands over his, palm to knuckles–he hooked his thumbs between her thumb and forefinger, stopping rubbing her legs when she tapped against the back of his hands, exhaling slowly.

“He changed his mind,” she murmured, looking back up at him. Frankie frowned lightly.

“Who?” Camila sighed again, tilting her head back.

“Jason,” his name sounded almost like a groan, and Frankie kept his frown up a moment longer. “Or maybe he didn’t and he just happened to knock her up, the poor girl,” she scoffed, shaking her head lightly. “Or it was just me he didn’t want a family with, which–fine by me, that’s not what bothers me.”

“What is it, then?” drawing small circles over the back of her hand with his thumbs, Frankie brought her gaze back to him, his head slightly tilted, his eyes soft.

“He changed his mind,” she repeated, a worried edge in her voice. “So what if–if Sophie does, too? What if one day she just changes her mind and wants Alba back, and–she’s still her mother, Frankie,” the last sentence was whispered, eyes wide and glossed over. He sighed softly, letting go of her hands with one last squeeze to bring his own at the sides of her face, pulling her closer to kiss her forehead.

“She surrendered parental rights, you know that,” he started, voice gentle–still, Camila scoffed softly, looking down at her hands as she began picking at her nails again. It used to be a sore subject for Frankie, the way Sophie had cut ties so drastically, the I don’t want to have anything to do with either of you–not even for his sake, but for Alba’s, the possibility she might search for her mother one day and have to face the reality of the situation, maybe blame it on him. But not ever since Camila had entered their lives.

“She carried her, still, she–” a shuddering breath caught in her throat and she shook her head again. “Where would that leave me, then?” her voice cracked, cheeks flushed. Frankie picked up one of her hands again, stopping her picking, and bringing it up to his mouth, a delicate kiss to her knuckles.

“You’re her mom, Mila, in all the ways that matter,” with their joined hands, he brushed across her cheek, stopping the few tears that had escaped her. “How about this,” he said then, pushing gently underneath her chin to make her lift her gaze, “we’re going to take the day off work tomorrow, keep Alba home, and go sign some papers. I think it’s about time.”

“What?” it was her time to frown, sniffling slightly as he locked their hands together, fingers intertwined still under her chin.

“We’ve lived together for over a year now, no? That’s enough time,” he said, shrugging a little. He tilted his head when she did, too, as if perplexed, and smiled softly. “You are her mother, Camila. Just because you didn’t carry her doesn’t mean you’re not,” he added, careful to hold her gaze.

“I know,” she sighed, then shook her head again with a soft groan. “God, I know, I know–I just can’t help but think she’s not mine, and that terrifies me.”

“She’s yours just as much as she’s mine,” he let his free hand brush across her cheek and through her hair, pushing the dark locks away from her face and, in doing so, keeping her head upright. “And I meant what I said–we can go tomorrow morning, and it’ll be down on paper, too.”

“What about Alba? If she doesn’t–” Camila sounded a little breathless still.

“Mamá?” Alba sounded just like Frankie when she called her that–the same tilt of the voice, the same accent, too. She stood at the entrance of the kitchen and rubbed her eyes, hair standing on edge from where she’d rested on the pillow while she slept.

“Hi, sweetling,” she wiped her cheeks and eyes quickly, and Frankie helped her off the counter so she could walk up to the child. “What is it? You alright?”

“You weren’t up,” Alba pouted, arms extended towards her as soon as she was within reach. Camila picked her up right away, holding her on her hip–the kid let her head fall on her shoulder, buttheading her chin gently as she settled into the curve of her neck.

“I’m sorry, baby–dad and I were craving something warm,” she said just as softly, gaze flickering towards Frankie–he was holding both their mugs now, his eyebrows arched and that same smile softened furthermore, looking at them with a shimmer in his eyes. “Did something happen?”

“Sueño,” she mumbled, one of her hands wrapped around the collar of Camila’s pajama shirt.

“Buen sueño o mal sueño?” she asked, slowly rubbing her back as she began rocking side by side. Frankie got closer, her gaze lifting up to him, as he focused a moment longer on Alba.

“Bad,” the child said, a clear pout in her voice. Camila brushed her lips to the top of her head, sighing softly.

“How about,” she said, hoisting her up a little over her hip so that the child would look at her, “tonight we protect you in the big bed?” Alba was already nodding, tugging the collar of her shirt as Camila smiled. “Is that what you wanted? To stay with us?”

“Yes,” she nodded again, and Frankie chuckled softly, leaning in to leave a kiss to Alba’s head first, then Camila’s.

“Come on then,” he said, his voice softer than before. “Mama and I can have our drinks upstairs. Do you want anything else?” Alba shook her head, arms winding around Camila’s neck as she cuddled against her once more–Frankie looked at the woman then, still smiling, and gently bumped their hips together. “I think that answers your question,” he added in a whisper, to which Camila sighed.

“Thank you,” she murmured, and Frankie leaned in again to press a gentle kiss against her lips, brief and tender.

“Song,” Alba demanded, tugging Camila’s shirt twice with a tight fist.

“Song?” she asked in return, one last look towards Frankie before she turned for the stairs. The child nodded firmly, making her chuckle. “Of course, baby.”

Frankie lingered a few steps back, watching their heads bent together, dark hair of one and the other blending together as Camila began humming a song soft-voiced–she’d first sang Songbird for Alba to calm her down during a thunderstorm, both of them curled up on the child’s small bed (Camila had then complained about a backache). He’d watched the tears dry up on Alba’s face as the song went on and then started again, Camila’s gentle caresses across her face and head to soothe her furthermore, until she’d fallen asleep in spite of the storm raging on. When she could not sleep, Alba would ask for the song again–Frankie had tried, too, but she’d just started giggling, claiming it was not like mama’s. He couldn’t argue with her.

That night, he stayed awake a while longer, watching them sleep–Alba was curled into Camila’s chest, head notched underneath her chin, still clinging to her shirt. Camila had one arm wrapped around her, keeping her close, and the other extended towards Frankie, fingers hooked into the sleeve of his shirt as if in the process to bring him closer yet.

When sleep crept up to him, he turned to his side, sandwiching the little girl in the middle of them, and wrapped his arm around them both, leaving one last kiss to each of his girls’ heads.

Frankie believed he was seeing double. Maybe triple. 

Camila held Alba’s hand tightly in the middle of the airport, while her other arm was wrapped around a woman’s shoulders with such strength he could see the strain in her muscles, head bent towards hers and a light shake in her shoulder, as if she was about to cry.

“Ya, ahora, ¿dónde está mi nieta?” the woman said, a gentle pat to Camila’s back as she pulled away. It was uncanny, really, the way the two looked alike–Camila’s mother hair had more gray, tied in a knot at the nape of her neck, and lines crossed her face, but other than that it seemed like a mirror. And Alba, with her dark curls and big brown eyes, a continuation of the picture. “Hola, muñeca,” Emilia said softly, the words almost lost in the chaos of the place.

Alba clung to Camila’s arm, shuffling to hide behind her leg when the woman bowed to her height, pressing her cheek into the fold of Camila’s skirt. The women chuckled softly, and Camila crouched down next to the child, one arm wrapped around her to keep her close while the other rubbed gently at her chest.

“Don’t you recognise her, nena?” she asked gently, a smile on her reddened face. 

“’puter,” Alba said, wide-eyed, shying towards her mother’s touch. Camila's smile widened, holding her close to her side.

“That’s right–you saw her in the computer, that’s my mama,” she nodded, encouragingly.

Video calls with Camila’s mom had been frequent, Frankie shying away more often than not until Emilia demanded to see him, the same scowl on her face that Camila had when something did not go the way she’d planned it. She’d given him the talk over video call, met Alba and Santi, too–they’d celebrated one of Camila’s birthdays with her on the screen, and eventually invited her over for the next one.

They hadn’t seen each other physically in years.

“Mama?” Alba frowned, looking from one to the other. Emilia was smiling, too, her eyes shimmering as she watched the scene play out. “Yaya?” Alba asked then, and Camila scrunched up her nose with a soft laugh.

“Yes, sweetling–your yaya,” she nodded again, dropping the hand that was resting over her chest before tilting her head. “Wanna say hi?”

“Hi,” the child said, wide eyes lifted towards the older woman while she still partially hid behind Camila’s skirt, fist tightened around the folds. Frankie chuckled from his position a few steps behind, shifting forward to rest his hand on top of Alba’s head.

“Cami was the same,” Emilia shook her head softly, looking up at Frankie, grinning almost conspiratorially. “Tímida,” Camila huffed, a pout pulling at her lips as she stood, picking Alba up with her. Her mother arched her eyebrows as if to highlight her point, then stepped forward, opening her arms. “Come here, you.”

Frankie shuffled forward, placing Emilia’s back down carefully before leaning into her embrace–she was quick to pull him down, the hug leaving him slightly breathless in the tight wrap of her arm, one hand patting his back right between his shoulders.

“Gracias, mijo,” she whispered, a kiss to his cheek that reminded him all too much of his mother’s. “Me la has traído de vuelta.”

His breath stuttered, gaze flicking up to Camila’s face–she held Alba against her side, the girl looking up at her face while she looked at them, eyes shimmering and face flushed. Most of all, I missed my mother, whispered in the nights they’d spend talking about the days before.

Before–that’s how their lives were timed now. Before and after them.

Before, Camila had left home for college, to find a job, and had gone back once in 15 years. Before she didn’t miss home, but she did miss her mother, especially those days when she felt particularly alone. Lovely. Left back. Frankie would wish they’d met earlier then, perhaps their lives would’ve been different then, both of them less beat down by it.

“But we wouldn’t have Alba then.”

Alba clung to her, wide-eyed, a crease between her brows that made her look so much like Camila as she looked at her first, then Frankie and Emilia. Emilia, still patting his back with words of gratitude he’d heard before through a screen. You brought her back to me, as in you brought her back to life.

“Come on now, let’s get home,” she said, walking up to them. Emilia mumbled something that sounded vaguely like impaciente, fondness in her voice as she released Frankie and turned around, hooking her arm with Camila’s. At the same time, she reached for her mother’s bag, gently nudging Alba towards her father. “You got her?”

“Yes,” he picked the child up, not wanting to risk the airport crowd. Alba’s arms fastened around his neck, a small pout forming on her face as she watched the other two walk ahead. “What is it, nena?”

“Is mama sad?” the little girl asked, her voice small. It took Frankie everything to not start laughing, the earnestness of her question catching him by surprise. “She’s crying,” she added, a justification of her pondering. He chuckled softly, leaving a quick kiss to her cheek.

“She’s not sad, sweetie–those are happy tears,” he explained softly, and the frown returned to the girl’s face. He reached up to smooth his thumb over the crease, something he’d do with Camila, too, when she focused too much on papers from work. “See, she hasn’t seen her mom in a long time, and now that they’re together again–that makes her happy.”

“Oh,” Alba kept pouting slightly, then tightened her hold on Frankie abruptly, bringing herself close to him. “I wanna keep seeing mama,” she said quickly, clinging to him. Frankie couldn’t help his laughter again, louder this time, to the point Camila looked over her shoulder with a questioning look. He smiled at her.

“Don’t worry, your mama’s not going anywhere.”

The backyard was lively with chatter and soft music, sun setting slow above their guests. Friends from Camila’s work would come and go, old friends from her college days who seemed to adore Frankie stayed longer, chatting mostly with her, or her mother, or Frankie himself, or the boys who, as always, had arrived first and would be the last to leave.

With Alba on her hip, a glass in her other hand, Camila laughed with Will and her whole face brightened up. Frankie smiled, silently walking up to them–Will was the first to notice him, reaching out for Alba and turning her around before she could spoil the surprise, but said nothing otherwise. Not until Frankie shifted forward, wrapping both his arms around Camila and pulling her back against his chest–she squealed and extended her arm as the drink spilled from the glass, letting out a laugh right after as he placed her back down.

“Let’s go bother your uncle Santi,” they heard Will tell Alba, while Camila turned to look up at Frankie. Her face was bright, cheeks flushed with laughter and smile lines etched at the corners of her eyes and mouth.

“Hi,” she hummed, the empty hand falling to his hip while she curled the other over his chest, glass now half-emptied held carefully between them. Frankie leaned in, leaving a quick peck to her mouth.

“Hi, cumpleañera,” she scrunched up her nose, following the slow rocking rhythm he’d set with his arms wrapped around her, fingertips tracing slow lines up and down her spine. “So–your mom just ambushed me.”

Camila’s eyes widened as she leaned into Frankie’s embrace, her head tilted back to look at him–her smile faltered slightly, brows knitting with worry as she mumbled a, “Oh, God.”

“Asking if Alba’s getting a sibling anytime soon,” he went on, slightly amused. Camila groaned softly, her head falling forward against his chest, her eyes screwing shut before the impact–chuckling softly, he wrapped his arms around her tighter, rubbing her back.

“I’m so sorry,” she mumbled with a light shake of her head. “I asked her not to, but–”

“Baby, it’s alright,” he pressed the words with a kiss to her temple, nudging her head to look back up. Eyes big again, a small pout formed on her lips as she did, and he left another kiss to her forehead before shifting slightly. “Have you ever thought about it?”

“Have you?” she asked tentatively, her voice unbelievably small. Frankie shrugged.

“Few times,” he admitted, and she tilted her head to the side just a little, inquisitive. “Alba’s almost four and–I don’t know, maybe it’d be nice for her to have a sibling. Not now, but maybe eventually.”

“Eventually?” it was her turn to chuckle, while a flush slowly crept up her neck–she looked around at the people around them, celebrating her, the ridiculous pile of birthday presents resting by the growing rosemary plant. “We’re not getting any younger, honey.”

“You calling me old?” she scoffed with a playful push against his chest that did nothing but make him laugh, his grip on her never faltering as he stepped back, bringing her with her and resuming the slow almost-dancing. “Is that what worries you?”

“Maybe,” she nibbled her bottom lip, taking a moment before looking back at him. “My mom had me when she was really young, and I always thought after 30 I just wouldn’t–” she sighed, leaning a little more into him, the hand holding the glass sliding up and past his shoulder, so they were standing chest to chest. He kept caressing her back slowly, tenderly, encouraging. “I did think about it.”

“You never said,” she sighed again.

“You forgot to feed yourself multiple times when we first started going out, Frankie,” he grimaced. “You were so worried for Alba, all the time, I just–I didn’t think you’d want to do that again.”

“Of course I was worried,” one of his hands traveled up her back, resting underneath her hair right between her shoulder blades. “I thought I was gonna have to do everything alone, I was terrified of fucking up.”

“Well, we could still do that,” she pointed out, and Frankie let out another laugh, shaking his head. “We could!” she protested, words cut short by the quick kiss he left on her lips.

“I don’t believe that–and I know you don’t, either,” he spun them around carefully, turning his head to where Alba was, playing with Santi under Will’s careful gaze, her laughter loud and contagious. “Look at her. I think we’re doing a pretty good job.”

“Yeah,” she rested her head against his chest, looking at them a moment longer. Though he couldn’t see it, he heard the soft smile in her next words. “Yes, you’re right.”

“We don’t have to make any decision now, baby,” he murmured, brushing the nape of her neck. “There’s no expiration date.”

“There is, actually,” with her cheek pressed against him, the words came out a little slurred. Frankie scoffed, the low rumble of his laughter bringing her closer, as close as she could get.

“You know that’s not what I mean,” he chided, the feeling of her cheek being lifted with her smile widening making him shake his head. “Still, if one day we’d want to, we can try.”

“And if it doesn’t work out?” she didn’t move, her steps getting smaller, the music almost forgotten in favor of simply moving together. Frankie shrugged again, the movement small.

“Then it doesn’t work out,” again he guided her head back so she could meet his gaze. “I love our family as it is, Mila. You and Alba–this is more than I ever thought I’d get. I must’ve won some sort of existence lottery for having found you,” her smile returned, wide and a little trembling at the corners.

Lowering his head, his hand still cupping the nape of her neck, he kissed her tender and slow. Camila relaxed fully in his arms, her body almost limp in his hold as the arm over his shoulder curled around his neck, and he ignored the condensation dripping from the glass down to his shirt, deepening the kiss furthermore, making her lean backwards in a mock dipping motion. She chuckled into it, but didn’t tighten her hold.

She trusted him not to drop her.

“Although,” he mumbled, so close still she could feel the words twisting his lips even after he’d broken the kiss, “I am starting to think of giving it a try. Just now.”

“Now?” she giggled again, the tip of her tongue darting between her lips. He nodded.

“They won’t notice if we’re gone a few minutes, right?” brushing his lips across her cheek, he shifted until he was murmuring in her ear. “Bedroom’s just upstairs. Don’t even need to get you out of this dress.”

“Francisco,” though she was reprimanding him, he could still hear the laughter in her voice. She pulled her head back to look at him, cheeks red, and he grinned. “Behave,” she scolded.

“It was worth a try,” he shrugged, and her laughter returned more vibrant than before, head tilting back as he straightened them both. “Come on, Benny’s dying to give you his present–I haven’t seen him this excited in ages.”

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[saltminerising]

This is probably something that ticks off me and maybe one other person out there but let me toss it out in the void. Staff should really be careful and update the encyclopedia more and more consistently especially since it’s supposed to be something new and old players alike should be able to rely on. If you take notice, a lot of the pages are have major missing elements or are outdated.

Some examples? Nowhere in the Encyclopedia can you find an element chart (even if there is a coliseum half-guide?), in “Retired skins” the ones from Swip are completely missing, the “Cycled-out items” page has the item introduction date for some reason (and it’s so confusing because it makes it look like they cycled out in that year??), “Dominance” straight up just takes you to the dominance page (they why is it there?), the new item Clutchwarmer was added but is not on the “Breeding Dragons” page even though the Boon of Fertiliy is. It’s little things but they should be updated instantly because, again, it’s supposed to be a place for players to get the core information about the game without reading the (incredibly well structured and Encyclopedia-replacement worthy) forum guides on the same topics.

Consider also that the only reason we’re getting all the genes rarity changed for consistency is because they decided to revamp the Encyclopedia pages and noticed that some genes didn’t make sense as per their own rules. (Also, talking about the “revamped” gene pages, there’s no ancient genes, the only mention they get is “you can’t use them on modern dragons” but ALL modern genes are listed, why???)

[safeenaposts]

ENDOMETRIOSIS

ENDOMETRIOSIS

Ultrasound is a reliable first‐line imaging modality for the assessment of patients with gynaecological concerns. In patients with suspected endometriosis, ultrasound serves three purposes. First, it is used to evaluate the aetiology of the patient's symptoms. Second, it has the potential to map the disease location. Lastly, it can ascertain the extent of disease. From a clinical perspective, these products of ultrasound may benefit patients by ensuring a thorough understanding of disease by both the patient, who needs to provide informed consent to treatment options, and the physician, who may adequately prepare for potentially advanced surgical procedures. In many cases, when deep endometriosis (DE) exists, physicians need to consider referral to an appropriate gynaecologic surgeon with advanced skill. The multidisciplinary input of other specialists such as colorectal or urologic surgeons or fertility specialist may also be necessary. Recently, the International Deep Endometriosis Analysis (IDEA) group published a systematic approach to sonographically evaluate the pelvis in patients with suspected endometriosis. This consensus statement was developed to standardise anatomical landmarks, nomenclature of disease and the components of an ultrasound seeking to identify DE. A four‐step system was introduced, including routine evaluation of the uterus and adnexa, evaluation of soft markers such as site‐specific tenderness (SST), assessment of the pouch of Douglas (POD) using the ‘sliding sign’ and, finally, assessing the presence of DE nodules compartmentally throughout the pelvis The ultrasound: uterus   The orientation (anteverted, retroverted or military) and dimensions in three orthogonal planes should be recorded. Patients with endometriosis have a high likelihood of concurrent adenomyosis and as such, signs of this should be sought. In addition, the ‘question mark sign’, signifying a fixed anteverted/retroflexed uterus with the fundus adhered posteriorly to the rectum and/or sigmoid colon can represent adenomyosis and/or endometriosis and should be documented

The ultrasound: adnexa

Includes evaluation of the ovaries and Fallopian tubes. The entire ovarian size should be measured in three orthogonal planes. Any abnormalities should be quantified, measured and documented. The sonographic characteristics of any ovarian abnormality should be described according to terminology published by the International Ovarian Tumor Analysis (IOTA) group Ovarian mobility can be judged by applying pressure to the ovaries using the TV probe. Non‐mobile ovaries are considered a ‘soft marker’ potentially signifying superficial pelvic endometriosis and/or DE. The mobility of the ovaries is assessed against the pelvic side wall laterally, uterus medially, uterosacral ligaments (USLs) inferiorly and each other ‘Kissing’ ovaries, an ultrasound diagnosis of ovaries fixed to each other  indirectly indicates intra‐abdominal adhesions and possibly underlying DE of the Fallopian tubes and/or bowel.

Hydrosalpinx or hematosalpinx may be identified in endometriosis.

The ultrasound: site‐specific tenderness SST-‘soft markers’- The key anatomic locations to assess in this component of the scan include the uterus, adnexa, USLs and POD. Currently, the IDEA group recommends a scoring system of 0 or 1; 0 for no pain and 1 for pain. However, this test is still limited in that no scoring system has been validated as yet.

The ultrasound: Sliding sign The test is considered positive when the uterus and cervix move independently (i.e. slide) along the anterior rectum and sigmoid . Clinically and surgically, this is reassuring for a non‐obliterated POD. Conversely, if the uterus and cervix move in unison with the anterior rectum and sigmoid, the test is negative and the POD is thought to be obliterated.

Schematic Drawing Demonstrating How to Elicit the ‘Sliding Sign’ in an Anteverted Uterus (a) and Retroverted Uterus

The ultrasound: anterior and the posterior compartment Lesions may appear as hypoechoic linear or spherical lesions, with or without regular contours . The uterovesical region should be examined for tethering to the uterus (i.e. obliteration of the space). The concept of the ‘sliding sign’ can be applied here as well. The operator should hold the TV probe in the anterior fornix with one hand and the other hand should be placed over the suprapubic region. By balloting the uterus between the probe and hand, the operator can judge whether the posterior bladder slides freely over the anterior uterine wall, When the bladder and uterus move together, the operator should document a negative ‘sliding sign’, representing an obliterated space.  An independently moving bladder from the uterus represents a positive ‘sliding sign’. The posterior compartment sites include USLs, posterior vaginal fornix, rectovaginal septum (RVS), anterior rectum, anterior rectosigmoid junction and sigmoid colon.  Done by gently placing the TV probe in the posterior vaginal fornix

Schematic and Ultrasound Images Demonstrating an Isolated RVS Nodule. Note the Hyperechoic Nature of the RVS (Red Star) and Adjacent Hypoechoic Layers of Vagina (Yellow Star) and Rectal Wall Muscularis (Green Circle).

Schematic and Ultrasound Image Demonstrating the Location of Deep Endometriosis (DE) in the Right Uterosacral Ligament in Transverse View (Within Green Circle)

[rupal-hospital]

Which fertility treatments are offered at Rupal Hospital?

Our expertise in fertility treatment and cutting edge technology includes right from basic fertility workup and treatments like ovulation induction, follicular monitoring, diagnostic laparoscopy, hysteroscopy, and Intra-uterine insemination (IUI) to most advanced fertility treatments like:

In Vitro Fertilisation (IVF).

Intracytoplasmic Sperm Injection (ICSI).

TESA-MESA (advanced treatment for severe male infertility).

Pre-implantation genetic diagnosis (PGD for repeated IVF Failure, Recurrent abortions, and to rule out ant genetic problems in your offspring).

IVF with donor eggs/sperms or embryos.

Gestational surrogacy treatment.

Egg/sperm/embryo freezing.

To know more:https://rupalhospital.com/our-specialities/#fertility

[garbhagudi-ivf009]

Garbhagudi: A leading hi-tech fertility center in Bangalore!

It is an accepted fact that the problem of infertility is rising alarmingly these days. There are various reasons for it - lifestyle issues, stress and postponement of pregnancy are among the most common factors for it.  

Though there are various treatment available for infertility issues, it is always best to conceive naturally and it helps to be clear about exactly when you need the infertility treatment.   The first thing that you need to know is that it is perfectly normal for a couple to take six months to one year of trying, without contraception, for conception. 

They should not expect the conception to happen in the first month itself. If you are under 35 years of age and you have been trying for a baby for over a year and are unable to conceive, then you should see a fertility doctor. If you are over the age of 35 years and you have been trying to have a baby for at least six months without success, then you should see a fertility doctor. In the medical world, we consider a couple to have infertility issues only if she fails to conceive even after one year of unprotected sexual intercourse. It is because 80% of the couples conceive within one year, and about 90% of the couples conceive within two years. 

So only those 10% to 15% of couples who have a problem in conception even after one to two years need to have fertility treatment. The most fertile days The couple should know the most fertile days when they will have the maximum chance of conception. We need to understand that egg development starts from the second day of the lady’s menstrual cycle and around the 13th – 14th day of the period for anybody with a regular menstrual cycle of about 28 to 30 days is when the egg would ovulate, and that is the most appropriate time to conceive. 

Anything between day 10 to day 18 for regular cycling women is the right time to try. One way to figure out your most fertile days are – divide your menstrual cycle into 3 equal parts of 9 days each (assuming a 27 to 30 days cycle). The first part (day 1 to day 9) and the last part (day 20 to day 28) are the less-fertile periods. Chances of conceiving in this period is low. The middle part (day 10 to day 19) is the fertile part. Chances of conception is higher in this period. If there are the following warning signs, then we should see a doctor. 

 1. If you have irregular periods. 

 2. If the fallopian tubes are inflamed or if you have had a gynecological surgery. 

3. If you have had a miscarriage and are trying to get pregnant or if you have endometriosis or pelvic inflammatory disease, then also you can seek fertility treatment. 

 4. If the husband has had a history of mumps or any surgery is done in the groin area, then we should consult our doctor early. You can consult our infertility specialists at GarbhaGudi as they can offer you a personalized fertility treatment plan. Garbhagudi: A leading hi-tech fertility center in Bangalore! 

[irrfahrer]

Your Muses ‘Dark Side’ ! Rules : List 5 things of the moset messed up things your Muse had ever done! Explain the story behind it! Add if your Muse is comfortable talking about it openly or if they are ashamed of it. Please do not forget to add Trigger Warnings if they are needed. Original By @treasurechestrpmemes !

Burrying Stormtroopers alive on numerouse occasions. During the rebellion ZIv had a habit to go off and sabotage the imperial supplylines on a planet to hunger out bases until they are given off. She did so by manipulating the terraine with Consitor Sato, which had been in 99% of the cases not something people had expected to happen. Noone expects the grass one if walking on to grasp for your knees and drag you down into the soil until the only thing sticking out is your nose. Or the trees to suddenly buckle out of the earth and grasp for you. Ziv never killed Stormtroopers, but ripping off limbs or shattering bones until they could nolonger move? That she did all the time and she probably caused a few thausand cases of phobias over enviorments. What Ziv did outside of intelligence missions, during her time at Deep Current mainly consisting going after imperial supply lines was exactly what Sepperatist Troops had done to the supplies brought to the bases she had been stationed on during the Clone Wars, which had made her life in the sickbays so desperate as she had in that time tried to keep her patients alive with minimal supplies. This is a closed loop that Ziv finds sardonically hilarious, especially since Tynna was sided with the Seperatists and she technically switched sides and even used the same tactics as her former ‘opponents’. However, since the way Ziv goes after imperial supply lines consists of a heavy use of Consior Sato, she is doing so outside of the missons giving to her by Deep Current and therefor also outside of the commanding line of the Rebellion. The only one who knows about her Background as a Member of the Jedi Order is Saltbite ( and only because he as the paper-pusher he is remembered that he had worked at the residents' registration office when she had been born and was eventually adopted off world into the Jedi Temple, which was written down in her folder and the combination of “albinism”+ ”needs medical treatment”+ “adopted off world” was a easy to find combination)  as the leader of Deep Current and she prefers for it to stay this way.

Making a Clonetrooper rot alive through speeding up the Celldeviding with Force-Healing. The one true Talent Ziv had, had been her talent with using Force Healing which had grown with her very strict workethic in power over the time she had been teached in the Halls of Healing from a young age and later in the AgriCorps where she had neen specifically send to learn under a former Jedi Healer who had left the Main Order to serve in the AgriCorps. Ziv used Force Healing as naturally as one was breathing. Accordingly during Order 66, when Ziv had been stationed on a distant Sickbay and the Clone Trooper whos Blaster she ahd just crushed with the Force simply went to strangling the small girl she had been at that time, Ziv again did what she had done for years as easy as breathing: Force Healing. In fact she had used the easiest kind of Force Healing by using the Force to speed up the celldeviding of her patient with a spark of her own lifeenergy. In this situation she owever did not stopped and with that actually continued in the matter of a second to exhaust the limit of the cells deviding and with that let them die off. In gruesome detail, she had the Clones rotten biomass droop down on her face while she was burried under him. Ziv is not able to use Force-Healing after this episode- if she tries to, it will put her mind in the situation of beeing that fifteen year old child beeing strangled and using the most purest Force ability possible to commit a murder. In fact trying to use the techniques she had learned so perfectly will throw her into a panic attack. Ziv will not talk about this episode. For one because she is ashamed of what she had done although it had been done in selfdefence, and also because she is still a medic and knows that it will trigger her and she is not stupid enough to purposefully trigger herself. There is no teaching in pain- pain is just pain.

Emotionally manipulating, drugging and poisoning Imperial Officers for Informations. They had it coming, though. While Ziv occaisonally ran off to do her own thing when she went after supply lines or old AgriCorps facilities, she was originally a intelligence spy for Deep Current, when Deep Currents bureaucratic manners did not worked out for the Rebel-Cell. In this manner she was the brawn to Deep Currents brain, which means a lot because Ziv has much brain herself. This mission included getting close to Imps and getting informations from them that could be used by the rebellion. ‘Close’ as in, close and trusted enough to be in their private rooms, play months long of a serious relationship,spend time with them, eat with them, prepare food and drink for them and then brew them Avabush Tea, make them spill every little information and secret they have, before giving them a serum to forget what had happned, ghost them and let them pick up the pieces of their destroyed carrier afterwards on their own. Plus the actual embarrassment of having all that done to oneself by a Non-HuMan, which is exactly the reason why it had worked so often for Ziv because every single one of those people had been too ashamed to openly admit what had happned with her and therefor could not warn anyone else. Fascist Empire: 0 ;   Non Human Alien Ziv: 1+ . Actually this is what happned to the Kiffar Thore, who Ziv had been set on on a planet with a small Rebel Cell, only to end up in Zivs spiel and as a punishment was left behind when that base had been nuked with the Blackwing Virus by the empire for testing, managed to escape only to be downgraded to footsoldier for knowing about the Blackwing virus, and then eventually joined the rebellion. Hes also the father of Zivs daughters, not that he knows that or ever finds out what a biological wonder he is for beeing able to jump species, buts its a funny fact. Ziv also definitive talked to the Members of Deep Current about this part of her work, even happier when they are disturbed since she loves to freak people out.

Bioterrorism against the Empire. While Ziv has to stay away from active battle during her time in the rebellion because the used Bacte Grenades by the Rebels would risk certaine and very brutal death for her with ehr bacta allergy, Ziv worked as a spy for Deep Current and occaisonal saboteur. SHe helped to get rid of small imperial bases and outpost by hungering them out through sbaotaging their supply lines, but also sbotaged the bases themself until they were too much of a cost for the people to hold them up: permanently and over and over again clogging pipes with  unnatural plantgrowth, gasing bases with herbal itching powder, luring in local fauna by growing the plants they eat around the Base, making the buidings fall appart rapidly and the rebuilding useless by causing mold to rapidly grow on the duracrete, causing food poisoning by manipulating the growth of the foodsources around the bases, causing sicknesses through unnatural mold growth that seemed to be immune against chemicals or in general grow too fast back after beeing annihilated by chemicals, and in general beeing the biggest little shit a person with a degree in botany and medicine and the ability to make plants grow ater ones will and making the life on a imperial base or outpost a living hell by making everyone feel as if the planet itself had turned against them when the village on the other side of the road just seem to get along fine, until keeping the base and outpost running costs too much recources. Ziv only talks about this kind of her work with Saltbite.

Betraying people in Dicegames through the Force when given the chance. While Ziv has documents to proof her education and degree, it is still a degree that had been done while she ahd been under the protetcion of the Jedi Order and therefor before she had worked enough to build herself a certaine name between the people who can not go to imperial Medicenters, the Tynnan had to somehow make money to feed herself and buy medical tools. This however had not had happend as often as one might think as Ziv tends to “hunt” for herself when she is on planets or tends to exchange supplies or medical services against other supplies since she puts not much worth on money in general.Accordingly she only gambled and batrayed in said gambling when she had to make money very fast like when she had to very hasitly leave a planet to escape beeing detected by someone. As Micah Giiett said: “Force Sensetives have an unfair adventage in gambling.” If Ziv would be close enough to a person that tehy know about her background as a member of the old Jedi Order, than she would probably occaisonally mention that she earned money in a not especially fair way.

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[thisismyyystory]

Update:

CD2 😞 only 3 more tries with meds

[fertilityhospitalindia]

Fertility-Hospital-India ? How to Choose the Best One

Our success is based on a mixture of a patient-centric approach delivered by a team, all of whom are specialists in their field. With advanced technology and clinical protocols that are closely monitored, best fertility hospital in chennai India gives you the expertise and technology to increase your chances of getting pregnant.

At Fertility Hospital India, we provide women with care from adolescence to menopause and beyond. Our Gynaecologists and Obstetricians offer women’s health care services, with yearly check-ups, prenatal care and innovativegynaecologic endoscopic surgeries.

[argumate]

glad microplastics only cause low testosterone low iq low fertiliy and thst humans are at the top of the food chain to bioaccumulate enough that even the most remote humans are full of them

too many humans cause pollution, pollution causes fewer humans, it all balances out!

[astra-and-lilith]

Asherah, Lady of the Tree of Life

The Tree of Life, The Jewish symbol for the Torah and for the Shekinah, is an image rooted in pre-Israelite history. The Tree of Life was once a symbol for Asherah, a Near Eastern Goddess of love, fertiliy, and wisdom ... Although Asherah worship disappeared as strict monotheism took  hold, the spirit of the divine feminine remained.  

.. Why represent divinity as a tree? A tree, like the Divine, is a source of life not only for itself but for the creatures who live in it or eat its fruit. A tree has many branches, reminding us there are many pathways to holiness.

She is a Tree of Life to those who hold fast to her - this tree is the Lady, the Shekinah - Zohar 1 :27B

Jill Hammer, The Jewish Book of Days, A Companion to all Seasons

[oolong-leviathan]

Character: Marrah (young) © Lady-Oolong Art © Lady-Oolong Here is a portrait of Marrah before she had her daughter. She wasn't insane and bitteryet, but ambitious and jealous of her older sister. She had ambition and wanted to become an "essence". Back then, she didn't braid her hair really often, she definitely was nicer but still cold sometimes. Orchids and lilies in order to symbolize beauty, fertiliy and lilies for royalty, beauty, rebirth, youth, dynamism etc (Hera used this flower to feed Heracles in the mythology)... I hope you'll like her even if she different from what we used to.

[beauty-in-ferality]

I THOUGHT UR NAME WAS BEAUTY IN FERTILIY UNTIL TWO (2) SECONDS AGO

PFFF- I mean, bringing new life to the world IS a beautiful thing, but I like wild animals more than I like pregnancy. XD