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[penelopepine]

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I would absolutely love to see a fic of Graves in the delivery room while his wife is in labor and how he takes care of her in the hospital after their baby has just arrived, I imagine he’d feed her with his own hands and would be so so so over the board with caring for her 🥺🩷

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Delivery Room

You had woken up this morning to a sharp pain in your abdomen and wet sheets below you. At first you embarrassingly thought that you had wet the bed, but when another wave of pain hit you quickly realized what was actually happening. 

Looking towards your left you see your husband, Phillip, still sleeping soundly beside you. Reaching out to him it only took you softly calling his name and a light shake of his shoulder for him to wake up. 

"Wha- What is it? What's wrong?" He asks with concern once he notices how you're clutching your stomach. 

"It's go time!," You hissed in pain, "My water broke and the baby's coming!" 

Without another word Phillip is instantly out of bed, and by your side helping you stand. “I’m here, sweetheart, I’m here. Let’s get you to the car now.” 

“It’s not time yet though; the baby isn’t due for another 2 weeks.” You hold on tight to Phillip’s arm as he leads you out to the car. Realistically you knew that the baby coming 2 weeks early is completely normal, and something your doctor had even brought up as a possibility during an appointment. Your pained and hormone filled brain couldn’t stop thinking about all the negative reasons the baby could be arriving early though. 

"Sweetheart, everything is alright with the baby. We're getting to meet them a little earlier than planned." Phillip says soothingly to you as he helps you inside the vehicle. Once you're fully inside you watch as your husband runs back inside, and grabs the hospital bag before climbing inside as well.  

The entire ride to the hospital Phillip was doing breathing exercises with you, and doing his best to comfort you. You didn't even realize you had arrived until your door was being thrown open by Phillip who was now ushering you to sit in a wheelchair. 

It only takes a few minutes of talking with the nurses for them to lead you both down the hall, and get you set up in the delivery room. You start to feel much better now that you're in the hospital knowing that the professionals are there to help you. 

The doctor comes in almost immediately after you've changed into the hospital gown. They say you're about 2cm dilated right now, and encourage you to try and get some sleep since it's the middle of the night. 

"Well you heard the doctor, sweetheart. Baby's not coming anytime soon, and you need all the energy you can get." Phillip sat beside your bed; one hand in yours and the other on your stomach. 

"So do you," You nod towards the couch in the room, "Get some sleep; I'll be fine laying here."

"That is not how this is going to work. I'll sleep once I know you are." He states, his voice not allowing any arguing of any kind. "I'm here to help you with whatever you need. Now, tell me what can I do to help you sleep?" 

"Just- Just hold my hand." That was all you needed right now. To know that the person you loved most was by your side during one of the biggest and scariest moments of your life. 

And for the next hour or so that is exactly what he did. Phillip didn't leave your side for more than a few seconds at a time getting whatever you needed to feel more comfortable until finally you fell into a sleep. 

You wouldn't say it was deep sleep, but even the few hours of sleep you got did manage to calm your panic from before.  Your head felt more clear, but now the pain was worse - 5cms dilated now, the doctor said. 

For the next 6 hours Phillip did everything in his power to make you comfortable, and help with the contraction pain. He put on music, gave you a massage, and even helped you with your exercises on the birthing ball. Until finally it was time to start pushing. 

"Just keep breathing, sweetheart. You're doing amazing." Phillip whispers to you. He's currently leaning towards you, and his hand is being crushed in yours. He doesn't complain once about you doing so - encourages it even. 

Phillip spends the next hour of you pushing standing by your side. Whispering praises into your ear; wanting you to know just how much he loves you. 

For as long as this whole thing was, it was worth it when you finally heard the shrill cry of your baby taking its first breaths - it's the most beautiful sound you've heard. With the baby now resting on your chest you take this chance to close your eyes and breathe. While you do so Phillip has grabbed a damp rag, and begins wiping your face of all the sweat and tears. 

"She's beautiful!" You stare teary eyed down at the newborn in your arms before lifting  your head to meet Phillip's gaze.

"She is," He instantly agrees with you. His eyes now move from the baby to you. "How did I end up with the two most beautiful girls in the world?"

You give a breathless chuckle before telling him, "I love you so much."

"I love you too, sweetheart. I love you too."

The rest of your time at the hospital was filled with you and Phillip taking in the presence of your new baby. This was something the two of you had wanted for so long, and it felt magical to finally have it. 

[longhardtransitionreturns]

Author's note: This is birth and medical fiction. It's all fake, just a fantasy. Of course I don't want this to happen to me or anyone in real life.

I'd like to have a high risk twin pregnancy. The type where I have to fight my obstetrician to let me try to give birth vaginally and then they try to insist I have an epidural so they can cut into me without delay if something goes wrong. I'll finally get them to agree to let me try it natural if I am invasively monitored throughout and I understand I'm going under general anesthesia the second things go south.

When the day comes for me to be induced, I change into a hospital gown & follow nurses instructions as they put IV ports in both of my wrists. I'm catheterized -- a situation that isn't made any more pleasant by the twinges already squeezing my middle -- and by the time I'm being strapped into the stirrups for the doctor to swipe my membranes, I'm so trussed up I can barely move.

It's my first pregnancy & I didn't expect it to hurt so much just to be pregnant. My hips have been sore practically the whole nine months, in part because of how heavy and low I am carrying the twins. Baby A practically lodged himself between my hips last week and the pressure has been slowly increasing. My breasts are cumbersome and it's painful to even feel the hospital gown brush against my areolas. By the time the doctor is settling between my legs to start my labor, I'm eager to face whatever delivery holds for me to make this pregnancy end.

I'm singing a whole different tune 16 hours later. Or rather, screaming one at the top of my lungs. I am in the throes of transition and suffering the pinnacle of a truly agonizing labor. Baby A is posterior and the pain in my back has me at the edge of my sanity, especially now that the contractions are lasting for 90 seconds, with barely a minute in between.

I'm incoherent at this point. I'm in so much pain I'm only able to think about surviving the second I am living. I'm minimally aware when the nurses move my aching body back into the stirrups so I can push my son into the world. I bear down at their direction and it feels like my ass is gonna bust when his head plunges down.

What actually happens is his precious posterior facial features lodge against my clit as a desperate push shoves him just past crowning and my poor little nub starts to sting. It feels like it's being ripped off and I'm humiliated to find I'm begging my doctor to save my clitoris while I'm straining a massive baby out of me.

I don't know how long I howl a about the pain in my clitoris but the next thing I know the doctor is roughly pulling the shoulders and then the body out of my hole, tearing me more in the process.

I'm aware that my aching canal is empty for the moment. I don't realize I am gaped so badly my asshole is almost inverted. It stings something fierce as birth fluids continue to pour out of my loose, sopping cunt. I start to cry when I realize I am still going to have to push Baby B through my ruined pussy.

I drift in and out of consciousness, occasionally aware of the sharp stab of a contraction. I wake fully to a nurse tapping my cheek to see if I've passed out. When I force my eyes open, she informs me Baby B isn't face down anymore and the doctor is about to perform an internal version. She tells me to brace myself because it will be uncomfortable.

I didn't fully realize the medical actuality of an internal version was for a grown man to stick his entire grown man hand through my cervix and into my uterus. I'm in such utter agony I barely register that the nurses are holding me down by my arms and where my thighs are not strapped to the stirrups. I am experiencing the most pain I have experienced up to this point in my life and it seems to last forever.

I never stop screaming, even when they put a mask pumping gas over my face to try to give me some relief, but the tenor of my yell changes when something shifts and then I feel something rip deep inside of me.

Suddenly all the pain that has come before pales in comparison to what I am suddenly feeling in my abdomen. It is indescribable burning combined with a sudden sense of dread that takes over my body. I am 100% certain that my reproductive organs just gave way with my daughter trapped inside me and I am going to die if something isn't done very, very soon.

It must only be minutes, maybe not even that long, that I lay there while the medical team catches up to the realization that me and my baby are in mortal danger. Time slows down and I feel the rip in my uterus expanding as the contractions, one on top of another now, injure me more by the second. Despite no medical knowledge, I know instinctively that the renewed flood out of my pussy is blood and I am hemorrhaging, possibly to death.

I am utterly helpless now. Strapped down in stirrups, paralyzed by pain, my strength seeping from me as fast as the blood flowing between my legs. I faintly register the monitors start to alarm as I lose the battle with consciousness and my world goes dark.

*******

I wake up groggy and disoriented on a stretcher being wheeled somewhere. I immediately start to panic because there is a tube down my throat and I am really, brutally aware of a long, deep vertical incision that extends from above my belly button down to my public bone. I swear I can feel the layers upon layers they sliced through to deliver my baby. I won't know until later about the battle the surgeons waged, first to save my life and then to save my fertility.

Right now I am only aware of how much it hurts to be jostled on a stretcher with a massive cut down my middle. When the two male nurses move me into the bed, I plead for unconsciousness as my body is roughly transferred to a bed. My tailbone hits the mattress and reverberates in the form of a sharp pain through my pussy. I've still got a catheter and I feel like every inch down there has been stitched up.

I hope one of these nurses will realize I am aware and therefore in indescribable pain but it seems like the paralytic they gave me before intubating me is the only drug of the cocktail still in effect. I suffer as they lift my hips and put a pillow under my butt. Then they start taking off my hospital gown completely.

My confusion quickly turns to fear as one gloved hand on each side grabs one of my fat titties and starts tugging. Breast pumps are whipped out and the men make quick work of shoving as much of my massive milkers in to each before turning them on simultaneously.

My uterus, even after the brutal surgical repair, still tries to respond to my milk suddenly dropping. The pain of contracting after uterine repair and a cesarean combined with the sudden gush of warm pressure on my aching tits brings tears to my eyes. I must be a strange sight: intubated and naked, massive breasts attached to pumps, with my deflated belly sporting a huge incision hanging above a pussy so bruised and stitched it looks entirely purple.

The elder nurse pats my naked thigh just before he makes to leave. It jostles everything and our eyes meet as I wince at the pain it causes me. A chill runs through my body as I realize he knows I am awake and feeling way more than I should be.

He looks at me the entire time he lubes his gloved fist, a sinister smile on his face. He settles between my legs and pauses to look up at me again.

"I bet you wish you'd had that epidural, huh, dear?"

My vision goes white as I feel his whole fist plunge into my pussy with a force absolutely intended to cause me a fatal amount of pain. My vision goes white and I feel pressure building in my chest as the stitches holding my cervix together start ripping. The last thought I have before I go into cardiac arrest is how I don't want to my last memory to be of being brutally fisted in my obliterated, post-birth pussy while my heart explodes in my chest.

[kit-williams]

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tw: Pregnancy stuff (A lot of first hand stuff so yeah if this makes you uncomfy sorry) uh childbirth

The Lord of Iron returned to the Iron Amarantos immediately when he was told Penelope entered labor early. Two months early He thought. Ajax was coming now as he was told how Antioch had picked her up and rushed her to the medical wing when she realized her water had broken and the pain she was feeling was actually contractions.

He wasn't there, he mentally groused as he is led to where Penelope is. There were talks of an early delivery... inducing... making sure he was as developed as her body could handle without having to cut her open... given how big Ajax was already there was a risk of him just coming early as he was in position. He walked into the room and took in the sight of his wife.

She was out of her fineries of gold and black and iron just wearing a simple gown... it reminded him of something close to what she wore when she was but a serf still. Machines beeped and whirled as his eyes ate up all the information... as something hissed and he watched her brow furrow as her vitals spiked and she came out of her rest groaning in pain. Something... in him spiked with unease seeing her in pain.

"Oh Bo you're here." She said opening her eyes and looking at him with a exhausted smile.

"Of course I'm here Nelly." He says sitting next to her as she is clearly on pain medications as she slurs words to him... fading in and out mid sentence... passing out... waking up in pain... looking at the nurses and midwives with a confused blank expression.

Perturabo decided he... he did not like seeing this... as twice she woke up surprised that he was there. While she slept he got the reports both from the doctors and from his sons. Which left Perturabo alone with Nelly as she slept, he felt like a fool just sitting there to have conversations with a half drunk woman but... he looked at her face pressed against his forearm, he could feel her drooling slightly on his skin, he allowed himself a moment to smile... affection flooding his blue eyes. No Olympian Princess could compare... no no other Woman he has seen in his travels could compare to his Penelope.

He remembers how she was content to simply keep their relationship at the status quo... to allow him to have her without marrying her... to have his haven without any claims over her... she wanted those mortal desires of love and affection returned. Perhaps the thought of her looking at another with any amount of the same modicum of affection she willingly and freely gave to him. He was not the first of his brothers to marry but he was the first to have a... hopefully viable offspring. Suck it Dorn He sneered to himself.

His smile faded when a nurse came in to check on her as she just babbled nonsense but he could hear the way her breathing changed and the way her whole posture shifted. "He's coming."

Perturabo was wrong... it wasn't the drunken and high look in her eyes he hated and the half there half not. Oh no he hated this more.

Penelope screamed.

They moved around her like ants as Perturabo felt in the way at times but her small hand shook as she squeezed his own; as much as her hand could hold of his. The midwife was holding her other hand as her head leaned back after that push as she was given soft words by her midwife.

Perturabo listened to the doctors as a machine was brought closer... talks of a surgery room being prepared... he nearly missed her soft "Bo." His eyes met hers as she tiredly smiled at him, "This will be worth it." He caressed her cheek before they had her push again.

Sweat rolled down her skin as she screamed... it burnt a place to remain forever in the back of his mind. "He's out!" Someone said and his eyes moved to Ajax for a moment but returned to watch Nelly practically deflate with exhaustion. A jolt of panic rushed through Perturabo as with how pale she looked... if he was a lesser man he might have thought her dead.

"Baby..." She slurred as she tried to lift her head.

"Being taken care of right now." The ever faithful midwife said holding her hand.

"Water..." She said and was given it...

It all blurred together for Perturabo at that point... Ajax had to be taken to intensive care much to an upset Penelope but she passed out not long after. Perturabo sat in the room with her as she was coming down from the pain medications and he let out a quiet deep exhale as it was finally over.

"Lord Perturabo..." The midwife said and he looked over.

"Ajax is awake... and he's fine? We're not too sure what's going on but he's fine but we'd like to keep him for at least a week for observation."

"It is most likely due to my biology. But I will allow it not like I will fight professionals in this field I know little about." He said plainly. If he wanted to he could easily learn all he needed to about medicine, but his passion was creating.

Hours passed and Penelope finally woke up sober finally as she looked at him still tired and probably sore. "Where's Ajax."

"Intensive Care. He is a month and a half early... " Perturabo said as he leaned forward watching her smile.

"Hey handsome." She whispers tiredly.

Perturabo just leans in and kisses her. "I'm not going to say who he looks like until his skull plates have fused." He says and listens to her snort tiredly.

"Did you hold him?"

"No. I probably wont for awhile." Perturabo admits, "You did wonderfully." He says leaning forward and kisses her forehead. "I love you." He whispers against her forehead.

"Love you too." Penelope says softly before sleep takes her once again.

[mpreglover225]

Michael, a handsome 28-year-old man with a muscular build, found himself in a rather unique situation. As a professional surrogate, he had embarked on his second pregnancy, carrying the precious gift of life for a wealthy couple. Nestled in the breathtaking Aspen mountains, he resided in a luxurious facility specifically designed for pregnant men like him, surrounded by fellow surrogates.

Within this tranquil haven, Michael's days were filled with anticipation and longing as he nurtured the life growing within him. He had been chosen to carry a set of twins for a prominent Seattle Seahawks quarterback and his beloved partner. These twins, destined to inherit both their father's athletic prowess and their mother's beauty, were eagerly awaited by the couple in their opulent suite.

However, as the days turned into weeks, Michael found himself one week overdue. The weight of his burgeoning stomach, housing the two precious lives, caused his milk-filled pecs to throb and ache. It was a constant reminder of the immense responsibility he had undertaken.

As he paced the lavish corridors of the facility, Michael's mind was filled with both excitement and concern. The doctors had informed him that the babies were exceptionally large, raising worries of permanent stretching. Yet, his dedication to fulfilling the dreams of the couple overshadowed any personal apprehensions.

Chapter 2: Michael's Labor of Love

The moment had finally arrived. Michael, adorned in a soft, silk gown that barely concealed his swollen belly, was escorted to the delivery room by a team of attentive nurses and physicians. The room was bathed in a warm, soothing light that contrasted with the intensity of the situation.

As he settled onto the hospital bed, his body pulsating with anticipation, Michael couldn't ignore the mix of nerves and excitement coursing through his veins. The family anxiously waited in their suite, eager to hold their precious twins for the first time.

The doctors and nurses surrounded Michael, their experienced hands ready to guide him through the final stages of labor. The rhythmic hum of medical equipment filled the air, intermingled with Michael's deep, controlled breaths.

With each contraction, his muscles tensed and released, fueling the powerful surge of energy needed to bring the babies into the world. Michael's milk-filled pecs pumped rhythmically, a testament to his commitment to providing the best start in life for the twins.

Chapter 3: The Ultimate Sacrifice

Time seemed to stand still as Michael's body worked tirelessly, surrendering to the primal forces of childbirth. The room echoed with his primal moans and groans, a symphony of pain and pleasure, as his milk-filled pecs continued to pulsate with life-giving nourishment.

In the midst of the intense labor, Michael's mind wandered to the couple eagerly awaiting their newborns. He knew the sacrifices he had made, both physically and emotionally, were a testament to his unwavering dedication. The thought of their joy, their tears of gratitude, fueled his determination to see this journey through.

And then, in a moment that felt both eternal and fleeting, the twins were born. The room erupted with a chorus of cries, a symphony of life entering the world. The doctors and nurses worked swiftly to ensure the well-being of the newborns, their skilled hands cradling the delicate bodies.

As Michael held each baby, his heart swelled with a profound sense of fulfillment. The Seattle Seahawks quarterback and his partner, their eyes brimming with tears, embraced their children with overwhelming love and gratitude. In that moment, Michael's every worry and fear melted away, replaced by a sense of accomplishment and purpose.

[harleehazbinfics]

Dear Baby, Chapter 7

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“Good morning, (y/n), How are you feeling?” Lucifer greets.

He places the tray he had on the side table as he sits on the bed next to you who had the duvet over your head.

“Horrible. I want to shower,” you reply muffled under the covers.

You had recently laid your egg late into the night before. Lucifer only knew about it in the morning when you didn’t come for breakfast. You were on time every time for breakfast, so this worried him and rushed to you room if anything was wrong with you. When he arrived, he saw you in the same way now when he was let inside your room. You told him while under the covers about your safe delivery and complained that you wanted to shower and make a proper nest. It’d only been a day since and you refused to get up, making Lucifer visit your room quite often to bring you food and amenities.

“You can do so, if only you’d come out~” he coos over your head.

“But who’ll keep on eye on my baby?” you ask unconvinced.

Lucifer furrows his brows for a moment and shakes his head. You were probably protective of your baby. It was your first child after all and with your instincts were probably going haywire at the moment.

“I can do it for you. You know you can trust me, (y/n),” he persuades you with his honeyed tone.

“But then you’ll see me in my normal form,” you drawl hesitant to show him your true form. He’d probably think you’re ugly.

“Aw, I’m sure you look fine—”

“Lucifer, I’ve just given birth. No woman looks good after birth,” you hissed.

“Don’t be silly! Giving birth is the most beautiful thing in the world! And I’m quite sure our new mother is just as lovely,” he cleverly defends making you snort.

“I stink.”

“I’d assume so, you’ve been stuck—OW!” he cries after being pinched on the side harshly for his remark. “I was kidding, I’m sorry. But you really need to come out, you need to eat.”

Hearing his pleading tone, you sigh and gave in to his request. Carefully you lifted the duvet and let it fall on top of your egg as you revealed yourself to him. Your feathers were ruffled from rolling around the bed all day long and from the labor you handled yourself (girlboss). You had a thin blue gown on, that thankfully was not see through enough to see your privates.

Lucifer stared at you wide eyed for a long time before you finally snapped him back to reality.

“You’re staring too much,” you huff carefully placing your egg on a pillow beside you and in front Lucifer and covered a blanket around it. Careful not to let it fall. “I’m going to take a shower now and I trust you to take care of my son.”

Lucifer looks at your egg fascinated not even noticing you looking at him and stifling a laugh at the bewitched look on his face. By the time you were finished and feeling refreshed, you saw Lucifer lightly caressing the egg with his knuckle. He spots you as he flushes red by the cheeks from being caught like a toddler.

He coughs and apologizes, “Sorry. Breakfast! Right breakfast!”

You smile helplessly before he ushers you carefully to your seat and placing down your meal and utensils.

“Thank you,” you say as you looked at him with your shiny dark eyes making him even more flustered, still not used to your beauty. You were beautiful even in your human form but seeing your like this and practically blooming from childbirth is so painful to even to describe for him.

“Y-you’re welcome, dear,” he stutters. Now you were blushing from his endearment.

Seeing that he was still standing beside you with a smile while waiting for you to eat. You tugged him to the chair next to you.

“Have you eaten yourself, your highness?” you asked, picking up a piece of the perfectly fired egg he made.

“Well, I waited for you to come to the dining room and after I learned that you can’t get up, I went back to the kitchen to make you a new plate of breakfast,” he explained not really finding any faults in his words.

You gape at him and claim, “I could have just eaten what was already cooked! What a waste of such good food!”

He apologizes and replies, “I just didn’t want you to eat food that’s gotten cold. I thought you’d enjoy a hot meal after your labor.”

Your heart melted looking at his facial expression. He looks like a guilty puppy with his guilty down casted eyes. You couldn’t help but reach for his face with a bit of hesitation before deciding to smoothen out the crease on his brows.

“I appreciate your effort and I—in fact—do love breakfast this way. I’m sorry too, I just felt embarrassed that you had to trouble yourself by doing more work,” you comforted him while speaking your mind.

“Oh, sweetheart. It’s no trouble at all, I love making food from seeing how much you enjoy eating so much. It makes me happy to see you happy eating what I made with my own two hands. So, don’t ever think that you’ll ever be a burden to me,” he replies understanding you and comforting you just the same.

A smile softly creeps onto your lips as Lucifer presses a kiss on your temple. You could only mutter a small thank you as your heart was full of his warmth and attention.

[cassieoz]

Night Shift

You were woken by painful moaning from the opposite cubicle. The anguish sounds grew more intense as the minutes ticked by. Strained panting vibrated rapidly from the overdue pregnant patient. Groans of suffering were soon accompanied by an unearthly scream that shook the entire room.

Heavy footsteps raced down the long corridor. A small light clicked on as an errie white glow filled the area and escaped under the curtain. As you tried to sit up to listen, more cries of agony emerged. Tense voices accompanied with the frantic rustling of equipment buzzed around the small enclosed space.

"She is FULLY dilated and ready for delivery!"

You could hear desperate thrashing on the bed. The commotion of blue gowned figures hurried into place. The laboring patient whimpered and cried out loudly. Then the hard pushing commenced in earnest!

Grunting efforts along with frantic breathing flooded the cubicle as the torturous birth began. Long, furious cries of agony rang out! Loud pushing patterns repeated swiftly as beeping of monitors added to the drastic scene.

"She needs to push harder. IT IS NOT COMING! Go again! We need to get the head down and crowning!"

Massive screaming erupted as the waves of pain slammed into the birthing patient. The tension rose as the continuous cries of labor intensfied.

"Again! Push it out! Push it down and out. Give us the hardest push ever. It needs to be birthed RIGHT NOW!"

Rapid panting built in the next several moments. There was a pause and then a massive yell! Howling and agonising pushing followed which suddenly ended in one long roaring cry!

Instruments being passed to medical staff and more frantic conversations were heard until wailing cries of an newly born infant relieved the tension.

You placed your hand on your heavily filled core. You breathed in and out and sighed with fear. Your time was coming. Any day now, your fate would be reflect the scene you just experienced. It was just a matter of time!

[no-phrogs-in-hats]

Baby Steps Part 5

Larissa x pregnant!reader

Summary: The new addition has arrived

Warnings: Childbirth, vomiting

Read Part 4 here

“I don’t have much to distract you while we wait,” Larissa sighed as she dug through her purse. “Oh, I have a deck of cards!”

“Larissa,” you huffed, slipping the hospital gown over your head, “it’s okay. I’m sure I’ll be too distracted to play strip poker with you tonight.”

As you laid in the hospital bed, left hand over your aching belly and right arm over your eyes, Larissa came to sit beside you on the edge of the bed. Her fingers brushed through your hair and she hummed at your joke. “I know…I just–I hate seeing you in so much pain.”

You took a deep breath as a mild contraction washed over you. “It’s fine…It’s fine. My body was…built to endure this. We both…agreed…no epidural unless I absolutely need it.”

“Alright,” she mumbled. “Just don’t be afraid to ask for one, sweet pea. It won’t make you any less of a mother to ask for an epidural.”

“I know,” you muttered. “I know…I know…I know…”

Your mumbles of various affirmations were interrupted by two nurses and their assistants, introducing themselves to you and Larissa before opening your chart on the computer.

“I’m gonna need to hook you up to a monitor, hun. Is that okay?”

With a nod and a hum from you, one nurse, who said her name was Molly, strapped a band to your belly. The sound of your unborn baby’s heartbeat filled your ears and put your mind at ease. Larissa held your hand in hers, thumb stroking the clammy skin along your palm. 

“So,” the other nurse–who you learned was Alice–piped up from the computer, “do we know the sex yet?”

“No,” you mused, watching as the heart rate of your baby printed out beside you. “But at the end of this I’m either going to be ten dollars richer or fifteen dollars poorer.”

The nurses and their aides chuckled. “What are we hoping for?” one of them asked. 

“Well, in the end we just want a healthy kid,” you said. “But, I have a good feeling it’s gonna be a girl. Larissa thinks it’ll be a boy.”

As Alice took your vitals and the baby’s, she smiled. “In my ten years of being a labor and delivery nurse, I’ve found that most of the time, it’s the mother–or, I guess in this case, the one who’s pregnant–that’s right. On occasion, the other parent is right. But, most of the time it’s the one who’s carrying the child.”

“You hear that, Larissa?” you boast, grinning. “You’re gonna owe me ten bucks.”

She rolled her eyes and smiled. “We don’t know that yet.”

A few hours later at 9pm, you were standing in the dimly lit room, bent over the bed and resting on your hands as you took deep breaths through the pain. “Has my mom messaged you yet?”

Larissa, who was behind you, massaging your lower back, stepped away to her purse. You watched her scroll through notifications, tapping on one and putting the phone to her ear.

“Hey!” Larissa smiled brightly. “Oh, great! Yeah…she’s only three centimeters…yes, the doctor said the baby looks great. Alright. Okay. I’ll let her know. Alright. Bye.”

As your fingers gripped the bed sheets, you groaned. “Are they on their way?”

“Yeah,” Larissa said, coming to stand by your side again and accepting the tight grip your hand gave hers. “They’re just finding parking right now. They should be here soon.”

“Good…good–Jesus Christ!”

Your hand squeezed Larissa’s as she rubbed your back, talking softly into your hair. “Is there anything I can do?” she asked. “Put on some music, get the peanut ball?”

“No,” you breathe, rocking your hips back and forth. “No, just–right here is fine.”

Twenty minutes later, with the lights to the room completely off, one of your nurses knocked on the doorframe. Your eyes had been shut for some time while laying in bed, trying to get as much rest as possible as Larissa sat beside you answering emails on her phone one-handed (seeing as her other hand was preoccupied with yours).

Larissa looked up from her phone. “Yes?”

“I have two people downstairs for you,” she responded. “Would you like me to send them up?”

Larissa nudged you, receiving a grumble. “Your parents are here, love. Do you want them to come up?”

“Mhm…”

“Hi, Mom,” you mumbled, smiling sleepily as she kissed you on the forehead.

“Mia was gonna come with us,” she said quietly after handing the hospital bag to Larissa. “But when we called they said only two people at a time. Your dad’s had a few drinks so we’re not gonna stay long.”

“Nervous about being a grandfather, Dad?” you asked, chuckling before another contraction washed over you. 

“We’ll be back around six tomorrow,” your mom said. “Call us if you need anything or if something happens, okay?”

“Okay, Ma,” you whispered. “Go home and get some rest. Especially you, Dad.”

Your dad leaned down and hugged you, giving you a nice whiff of the whiskey he had been drinking. “You get some rest–both of you. You’re gonna need it.”

It just kept getting worse. After your parents left for the night, you tried to sleep, but it was impossible. As soon as you dozed off, a contraction ripped through you and at one in the morning, you found out you were officially in the active labor stage at six centimeters.

And you were miserable.

You could no longer talk through contractions and during a walk in the hallway outside your room, you had to pause every few minutes.

“Shit, Larissa, wait.” The feeling of fluid trickling down your legs made you stop in your tracks.

Her face contorted into worry and her hands immediately went to hold you. “What? Are you okay?”

“Yeah…Yeah,” you said, looking down at the small puddle beneath you. “I think my water just broke.”

You felt horrible for Larissa. You could tell by the look in her eyes that she was aching to go to sleep. But she didn’t once complain. As you laid in bed, a peanut ball in between your legs, you held Larissa’s hand, watching her closely as she tried to stay awake in the chair beside your bed. 

Her face was barren, completely rid of makeup, and her platinum hair was pulled back into a messy updo. Even as an absolute mess, she was the most gorgeous woman you had ever seen.

How did you get so lucky?

You saw her jolt awake after a few tiny snores slipped out, and you giggled. “Larissa, sweetheart,” you said. “You can sleep for a bit. I’ll wake you up if I need anything.”

“No,” she mumbled, placing a kiss on your hand. “No, I don’t wanna–”

“Larissa. You need to sleep,” you said sternly. “I promise, I’ll be okay.”

She pursed her lips, looking at you uncertainly, but still muttering an, “Okay…”

When Larissa woke up, she immediately regretted going to sleep after seeing how much pain you were in. After waking up to the sounds of your retching, she now sat in the bed with you, holding a bedpan under your chin and holding your hair back as you vomited into it. “It’s alright, darling. It’s alright.”

“I’m sorry!” you cried. “I’m sorry, Larissa! I’m sorry!”

She set the bedpan down and pulled you into her arms. Wiping your tears with the cuff of her sleeve, Larissa tried to soothe you. “Shhh…why are you sorry, sweetheart?”

“Because!” you sobbed. “Because, I’m a–a–complete mess! I didn’t wanna wake you up! You’ve done so much already! You shouldn’t have–to deal–to deal with this!”

“Oh, darling,” she cooed. “It’s okay…It’s my job as your wife to help you through moments like these. I want to be here for you.” She pulled away and kissed you lightly on your lips. “For better or worse, in sickness and in health, vomit breath or mint toothpaste, I will be here for you the entire time. Okay?”

You sniffled and wiped tears from your eyes, humming. “Okay,” you muttered. “Thank you.”

Larissa was wide awake after that. She stayed with you the entire time, holding you as you leaned into her, burying your face in her neck and groaning through a particularly strong contraction. 

The gray light of dawn was peeking through the curtains and the analog clock on the wall read 5:56 when the doctor came in to check you again. At four, you were still at seven centimeters and with the contractions becoming stronger and longer, they were almost certain you’d be in the transition phase by now.

You took a deep breath, trying your best to relax as the doctor checked your cervix. Larissa took her hair down and tied your hair up loosely with her elastic as beads of sweat started to form on your hairline.

“Okay,” the doctor smiled, taking off her gloves and disposing of them in a trash can by the sink. “You’ve dilated to eight centimeters, so if you’ve decided to get an epidural, I’d recommend you get it now before you’re fully dilated and can no longer get one.”

Your head was clouded by a thousand thoughts but you spoke up. “No,” you said, shaking your head. “No, I don’t want one.”

“Alright,” she nodded. “I’ll be back in an hour to check on you again, okay?”

When the door closed, Larissa sighed. “Are you sure you don’t want the epidural?”

“I’m sure,” you insisted. “I’ve gotten this far. I can go all the way. Where are my parents?”

“Your mum texted me–said there’s traffic,” Larissa said as she wiped off a line of sweat. “There was a big accident on the highway.”

By eight, you were at nine centimeters. You had lashed out at Larissa multiple times, completely falling to pieces after. You cried to her, apologizing profusely and begging her to not divorce you as she reassured you that it was okay. You even kicked your parents and sister out, saying, “If the last time you saw me naked was when I was a baby and you were changing a diaper, get out!”

“I feel like I need to push,” you muttered around nine.

“What?”

“I feel like I need to push,” you repeated to Larissa. 

 Larissa blanked, “Oh! Oh! Okay!” She ran out quickly and came back with a nurse who checked you and informed you that you were fully effaced.

And that’s when it all sunk in.

Your doctor and nurses all gathered in the room, prepping the area for the delivery. It was utter chaos. Larissa’s hand went to hold yours again, “Are you okay on your back, sweetheart? You don’t have–”

“Yeah,” you said. “I wanna stay on my back.”

“Okay.” She pressed a kiss to your temple. “I love you so much.”

“I can’t,” you sobbed. “I can’t do it! I can’t!”

“Darling–”

“No! I wanna go home! I can’t do this!”

Tears streamed down your face as your hand practically clawed at Larissa’s hand. You were ten minutes into pushing and you were absolutely exhausted. How had you been so excited for this, but now you were begging to stop and go home?

“How about we stop for a couple minutes,” the doctor suggested. “Take a break and we’ll start again, okay?”

Larissa’s hand let go of your bare leg and went to your forehead. “Darling,” she said. “Darling, look at me.” Your eyes opened and met hers as you steadied your breathing. “You are doing so well. It’s not much longer, alright?” Her hand smoothed back your hair and she placed a kiss on your head. “Just a bit more and we’ll get to meet them–girl or boy, it doesn’t matter to me. We’ll get to meet the tiny baby that we’ve loved since it was a tiny blob on a piece of paper. Just a bit more, alright? Just a bit more and we’ll be able to hold them in our arms and love them and protect them. Okay?”

“Okay,” you sniffled. “Okay. I’m ready. Okay.”

The doctor moved back in between your legs. “On the next contraction I want you to give me a big push,” she said. You nodded, clutching Larissa’s hand in yours and beginning to take deep breaths as you felt the contraction begin. Tucking your chin and pushing hard, the doctor gave you words encouragement as you continued. “Good! Good! I can see its head.” 

Another contraction, another push.

“Good! One more push! Keep going!”

A wave of relief washed over you and you leaned back, limp. The sound of loud cries filled the room and your heart swelled. On your chest was now a baby–your baby; a tiny human that you created from scratch. This was the center of your universe. This was your pride and the source of your joy. Tears slipped down your cheeks as you took the blanket from under them and cleaned them off. “Ten adorable fingers and toes,” you sniffled. “Oh, you are the most perfect thing ever.”

As Larissa leaned down to kiss you, she smiled. “I think I owe you ten dollars.”

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[hayleylatour]

Finding Peace 🕊️

Content warnings- angst, medical talk and hospital stay. NICU/ pre mature birth.

Summary- Mia and Noah are faced with the pre mature birth of their daughter, an emergency C-Section and a NICU stay.

Paring- Baby daddy! Noah Sebastian X OC Mia

~Chapter Seven~ Mia’s POV

~3 weeks later~

Gulping down the last of my water I set the glass in the sink as I double over and grab onto the counter. Pain shoots through my back, it’s almost like period cramping but about 10 times worse. No ones is home currently. The guys went to the studio early, Noah said they probably wouldn’t be back till late tonight. The pain has been coming and going since I woke up at 8am, it’s 5 in the evening now. It has become more frequent and more intense. As the pain subsides i walk to the table and grab my phone calling Noah.

“Hello?” He said after the third ring.

“Noah I need you to come home. I think she’s coming now.”

“What do you mean? You aren’t due for another like 7 weeks?” Panic rises in his voice and I can hear his keys jingle. “I’m on my way, I’ll be there in 20 minutes” a rush a liquid down my legs and a small puddle on the floor has me crying.

“Noah- my water broke” tears stream down my face. It’s too early, she’s not ready. Shes too early, too small, too weak.

“I’ll be there in 5, don’t move!” The engine roars to life. Noah is home in less than 5 minutes, his hair disheveled as if he’s been pulling at it.

“I’m scared” I’m shaking I can barely breathe the pain is becoming worse.

“It’s okay, why didn’t you call me earlier? I would have come home”

“I didn’t want to bother you”

“Let’s go, let’s go have a baby.” The ride to the hospital is a blur, the pain becomes almost unbearable. I’m rushed to labor and delivery and doctors and nurses are in and out of the room.

“When did you first notice the pain sweetheart?” An older lady ask me.

“When I got up this morning, around 8. I thought they were Braxton- ah” my sentence cut short as another pain arises.

“These are real sweets. Let’s call NICU make sure they’re ready for this little girl please” she calls out to one of the nurses. She nods before swiftly making her way out of the room.

“NICU?” Noah says.

“Yes sir- she’s a little early for the party. She’ll need some extra help adjusting” the woman says calmly. Noah’s eyes widened this wasn’t the plan, she was supposed to stay put. 7 weeks-she was supposed to keep getting bigger and stronger for 7 more weeks.

Roughly 2 hours had passed before doctors and nurses were running into the room. One throwing a paper gown to Noah. “Mia, her heart rate is low, we need to do something now. It could be detrimental, we need to do an emergency C-Section. Okay?” Being wheeled down the hall and to an elevator, we make our way to the OR.

“Okay Mama! we’re ready, dad should be here in just a second then we’re going to start.” The doctor says as Noah rushes through the double doors and straight to me. “Alright everyone, let’s have a baby.” The doctor starts asking for supplies, everyone is moving quickly and soon a small person is lifted above the curtain. Shes here.

“Congratulations it’s a girl!” The doctor says before handing her to the nurse, who rushes her to the warmer.

“Shes not crying! Why isn’t she crying? Hello somebody tell me why my daughter isnt crying! Noah please go- go see her. Why isn’t she crying?she’s supposed to cry!” The room is silent for a moment but it feels like an eternity before a loud scream is heard and I exhale a breath i didn’t know I was holding. Noah walks back over to me tears in his eyes as he begins brushing the hair back from my face. “Shes so beautiful, she has your nose and lips. Theyre going to take her now do you want to meet her before they go?” Nodding, he steps aside as a young nurse brings Ophelia into view. Wrapped in a white hospital blanket her cry’s have become more of a sniffle, she’s so little. How is she supposed to be able to fight when she’s this tiny.

After the doctor had closed me up and I was sent to recovery. Ophelia was taken to the NICU. Tubes and wires are covering most of her small body and face. “You can hold her if you want.” The nurse says to me. “You won’t hurt her.”

“This wasn’t supposed to happen. Shes not strong enough, we don’t have her nursery done. We were supposed to have time.” My voice wavers. Looking at my little girl, the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor she’s connected too almost like a metronome.

“Mia. She is strong, she’s a fighter. Got some damn strong lungs too.” I laugh of course she would.

“Thats all Noah. The strong lungs. He’s a vocalist”

The nurse-Rebecca, opens the glass box and gently picks Ophelia up and out. Handing her to me before stepping back.

“What’s her name? If you have one picked out.”

“Ophelia Grace Davis” Noah says coming up behind me. “The guys are finishing her room. They left soon after I did. It’s done. They’ll be here soon, they have some things for you. We forgot your bag and the doctor said we will be here at least 48 hours. Standard protocol for C-Section.” His voice is soothing but does little to heal the pain in my chest.

“Can we stay here for a few more minutes?” He nods. Rebecca walks out leaving us look at the person we created in awe.



[hereforfun247]

Roleplay!

I step out of the bathroom, now clothed in the light blue hospital gown, and see you lying on what will be my birthing bed. “Pose!” You call out, “one more picture before baby gets here!” I muster up a smile and a pose holding my belly. I’ve been in labor for 10 hours now and just admitted to the labor and delivery ward, but your energy hasn’t faded at all. You snap the picture, “alright, let’s have a baby.”

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[buttergurll0409]

Regrets

Let me know if you guys want a Part 2

Katsuki walked quickly to the hospital labor and delivery center, his confident stride was breaking little by little with nervousness and anxiousness. Never in his life, had Katsuki thought that he would receive a phone call at two in the morning from Izuku that his girlfriend was starting early labor well ex-girlfriend. Katsuki and y/n relationship ended because he felt like he couldn’t balance being in a long-term relationship and trying to be the number one hero, so he chose to be a hero. After one month y/n found out she was pregnant with his child and that they should talk about it.

The four months went by fast and they were getting along. The first time Katsuki heard the baby's heartbeat, he was hit with all types of emotions. Bakugo couldn’t understand how he could love someone that he hadn’t even met yet or that he was willing to risk his life for them. Katsuki brought baby books and mixed and match paints for the nursery while being lunch break. He would meal prep and drop them off at y/n apartment and many other things. Everything was going great in his eyes until Izuku came into the picture. Izuku and y/n were close friends and got even closer when she was pregnant because he wanted to be her support system. He hated it.

Y/N shut down the idea that Katsuki and her should try to be a family due to the baby. Katsuki and Izuku's rivalry was starting to reach a boiling point, they started getting into arguments about small things about how to enter a building on fire at hero meetings safely then it escalated to more personal problems, and Katsuki felt that Izuku was trying to take his spot as the baby father. 

After the nurses pointed out which room y/n was in, Katsuki started to walk toward it and he heard y/n laughter. As he stood outside in the hallway, a small involuntary quirk tugged at the corners of his lip. He loved y/n laugh it helped calm him down, and made him feel like he was the number one hero. Katsuki opened the door expecting y/n mom to be there but he was dead wrong. It was the actual number one hero helping his ex-girlfriend who was standing in nothing but her sports bra and underwear change into a labor gown. Katsuki actually saw red that day.

Y/n head snapped up to see her ex-boyfriend standing in the doorway, his face filled with a mixture of frustration and jealousy. It felt like it had been an eternity since Katsuki had seen Y/n in this state of vulnerability, and then it hit him. That he wasn’t the only man who had seen Y/n fully undressed. Izuku was trying to step into the role of being the father. The sight of your big baby bump made his heart race but other thoughts filled his head fast.

Katsuki's jaw clenched as he felt a surge of possessiveness wash over his body, this was his family after way. He should be the one helping you, this is your and his baby. The thought of Izuku, of all people, stepping into a role that Katsuki believed was rightfully his, fueled his anger.

“What the hell, Deku?” Katsuki muttered loudly enough for Izuku to raise his head after helping Y/n adjust the gown. Izuku's face filled with dread and unease after hearing Bakugo say that nickname. Katsuki continued to stare down Izuku as he placed his backpack and pillow on the couch that was pressed against the window.  

“Katsuki, I-I didn’t think you were coming until later and she needed help changing into the gown–” Izuku tried to explain. The two men were causing high tension and a very hostile environment, and Y/n tried to break some of it.

“Katsuki can you get me some ice chips please?” Y/n asked giving Katsuki puppy eyes. It was a very simple request but to him, it felt like an opportunity to finally contribute to your well-being. Katsuki left the room with a sense of purpose, once he started walking through the hallways he started thinking. All the doctor appointments that should have been a private moment between two people were shared with Izuku and that wasn’t even the worst part. All the doctors and nurses assumed that Izuku was the father, and this added more frustration. The baby shower was a shit show. Katsuki just felt that he was being pushed to the side. 

[longhardtransitionreturns]

Author's note: This is a fictional story about a graphic medical birth in which the pregnant woman is presumed to be in a vegetative state but feels every moment of her agonizing birth.

Tara Strahan, then 22, was seven months pregnant with her first child when she and her husband, Brian, were involved in a horrific car crash during a winter storm. Brian died at the scene; Tara was rushed to the hospital where doctors eventually declared her to be in a ‘vegetative state’ as a result of massive head injuries.

Two days later, Tara regained consciousness but quickly realized she couldn’t move or speak. 

“When I woke up, I immediately wanted to know if the baby and my husband were ok. Then I realized I had a tube down my throat, and I couldn’t move at all, even a finger.” 

Tara had become the victim of a rare condition called ‘locked-in syndrome,’ meaning she had full cognitive and physical awareness, but complete paralysis off all voluntary muscles. She was able to feel pain and understand conversations, but unable to let anyone know of her plight. 

“I realized pretty quickly something horrible had happened to Brian. Otherwise, he would have been there. Instead, it was just an endless parade of doctors, and all of them had already given up on me. All the conversations were about how long they needed to keep the baby inside me, and how they would get it out.” 

Tara’s doctors eventually concluded that the risks of anesthesia were too high to perform a c-section. Instead, they decided to induce her labor, and allow her to deliver the baby naturally. 

Tara, who’d told friends that her greatest fear about giving birth was the pain she’d feel before the epidural took effect, had almost two months with nothing to do but think about labor and delivery with no drugs, unable to move or scream or even regulate her own breathing.

“I was scared to death. It was pretty much all I could think about, and hearing people talking about it all the time made it even worse. There were a group of interns, every day during rounds, who’d joke about whether the labor pains would bring me out of my coma. But the worst was when one asked the head obstetrician if I’d be able to push. He said no, not in the usual way, but the force of the contractions would expel the baby from my body. I kept replaying that sentence in my head, wondering how long it would take.”

Because she was unable to tell doctors if she was having contractions, she was monitored closely throughout the rest of her pregnancy. She knew there wasn’t a set date for her to be induced; instead, the procedure would be performed when she started showing effacement or dilation. 

“There was this one nurse who’d talk to me while she cleaned me. She said, ‘today we’re going to induce your labor and you’re going to have your baby, but you’re so lucky, you won’t feel a thing.’ I wanted to scream so bad, let her know that, no, I was going to feel everything.” 

Three years later, Tara still has panic attacks when she remembers what happened that day. (Editor’s note: what follows is a graphic description of traumatic natural birth, and graphic medical procedures. Reader discretion is advised.) 

“There was an air of excitement, and there were about 15 obstetricians from around the country who’d come to watch. They’d given me muscle relaxants so they could spread my legs, because my muscles had started to atrophy. They strapped me into the stirrups right at the start, and my gown was pulled up to just under my boobs. I felt so exposed, but the crowd of people didn’t even shut up when my doctor reached up inside me and stripped my membranes. I remember thinking how humiliating this was gonna be, which I don���t think I’d considered before.” 

Doctors used pitocin to induce Tara’s labor. Unlike the slow build of natural labor, pitocin often induces strong contractions right away. 

“I could see the clock on the wall. About thirty minutes had passed between the shot of Pitocin and when I had the first contraction. It felt like a vice had been wrapped around my uterus. Had I been able to speak, I’d have been yelling from that very first one.” 

Tara endured ten hours of hard labor, with the contractions getting increasingly stronger. While she suffered, doctors and nurses made small talk about their weekend plans. As the labor went on, some started to complain about how long it was taking. 

“I was in agony. I’d never imagined anything could hurt that bad. I wanted to pant, like I’d seen in Lamaze videos, but the ventilator was controlling my breathing. I couldn’t move at all, and being strapped into the stirrups for my entire labor was torture. My hips hurt so bad, especially as the baby moved down farther and the pressure increased.

There was one doctor who kept talking about his dinner reservations. On and on about wishing I’d hurry up and pop it out. He actually walked over and tweaked my nipple, and made a joke about that speeding up labor. Not only did I feel violated, it set off a horrible contraction, like the worst one yet. I got no comfort, no words of support. I was going through the worst thing I’d ever experienced, and it was like no one even considered I could be suffering.”

As Tara went into transition -- the most difficult, painful part of labor -- she says she heard some of the female medical professionals in the room joking about how much pain she’d be in, if she weren’t in a coma.

“There was this machine, they could tell when I was having contractions. They’d started coming one right after another, lasting almost a minute. It felt like I was being stepped on by an elephant. My back hurt, my cunny and arse were starting to feel like they’d explode. One of the women in the room said, “Whew, we know she’s really in a coma, she’d be screaming her head off if she could feel this.” 

Tara was in transition for over an hour before she finally felt the overwhelming urge to push.

“It was the strangest sensation, I’m not ever sure I can describe it. I needed to push so bad, it physically hurt not to push. But I couldn’t. None of those muscles would obey my commands. And then it was like the doctor said, the contractions got even stronger to push the baby out. I could feel him moving down but it was so, so slow.”

Tara watched the clock on the wall for five hours as she endured the excruciating pain of her baby making its way down into her birth canal.

“I wanted to die. I thought it was never going to end. I was praying for a c-section. I knew they probably wouldn’t give me anything for the pain, but I figured I’d have a heart attack when they sliced into me and that would be better than the agony I was feeling.” 

Tara eventually started having chest pains, and the monitors on her and the baby started to alarm. 

“I remember my chest started hurting after the baby had been stuck just behind my entrance for about two hours. I was so hopeful that they’d finally noticed something was wrong with me, that I was dying in pain.”

In fact, the doctors still didn’t know Tara was in distress, but her baby’s vital signs indicated he was. 

“The air changed in the room. All the laughing and joking stopped. One guy started pressing his whole body weight down on my uterus while I was in the middle of a really bad contraction. It hurt so bad, I actually thought it ripped.

He did that for a while, and then I heard them call for the forceps. I was so afraid, my chest was aching, and my cunny was on fire. I just wanted it to be over. I couldn’t see anything over my big belly, so it was a complete surprise when they jammed the first one up there. It felt like the metal was cutting into my pelvic walls. By the time they got the second one in, I was having a horrible contraction, and it felt like my entire stomach had ruptured.

One of the things I remember so clearly was that they cut the episiotomies, on the top and near the bottom, while I was at the peak of a contraction. I was suffering so much, I don’t know why that stuck out to me, but I remember thinking, ‘those bastards just cut me during a contraction.’

Citing pending legal action, Tara’s doctors won’t confirm how long it took to pull the baby out. Tara says it was at least fifteen minutes.

“They kept tugging and tugging and it really felt like my insides were breaking. My cunny was a mess, and they were pulling so hard I kept getting slammed back down on the metal table.”

Tara suffered a separated pelvis in the attempt to get the head out; it’s the moment she calls the “worst pain anyone could ever suffer.” 

“I couldn’t really even think after my pelvis separated. It was all pain, and I didn’t think it would ever end. I know it took a while to get the shoulders out, because the doctor kept putting his hand inside me, trying to dislodge them.” 

Tara says she lay there, splayed and bleeding from her ravaged genitals, for forty minutes while they worked on the baby. She says she was worried for her child in an abstract way, but was hurting so bad she couldn’t focus on anything other than her gaping sex. 

Tara says she passed out when a doctor pulled her leg back to stick his hand inside her, jarring her broken pelvis in the process. She woke with a pelvic fixator, 40 stitches in her genitals, and absolutely no pain medication.

[eva-knits12]

Chris Evans Characters In The Delivery Room

Steve Rogers:

You have an emergency c-section with James, so Steve was in the OR with you.

You had a placental abruption because the cord was wrapped around James' neck.

James was in incubator in the NICU, yet pulled through.

Steve stayed with you the entire time you were in the hospital.

He was the first one to hold James as soon as he was out of the incubator.

You were the second.

You breastfed James.

Steve drew this.

Steve's with you when you give birth to Sarah Anne and Margaret Louise.

You home birth Sarah and Margaret.

Steve helped you through each birth.

In his day, dad's were not allowed to be in the delivery room, or even be in the same room as their wives when they were giving birth.

Times have changed.

Steve gets to hold and bond with all three of his kids.

He got to hold Sarah Anne and Margaret Louise right before they were cleaned up.

Seeing you give birth just doesn't phase him.

Steve wouldn't trade it for the world, and he got to spend his kids first few moments bonding with them.

He was even the first one to feel their first kick.

Ransom Drysdale:

Ransom is more nervous than you are.

Did you mention that you're the one that has to push the twins out?

Ransom rushes you to the hospital the second you have the first contraction.

He calls the doctor.

Ransom isn't going to wait until your contractions are closer together.

He's taking you to the hospital NOW!

"Ransom, calm down!"

"CALM DOWN?! HOW THE HELL CAN I CALM DOWN AT A TIME LIKE THIS?! YOU'RE IN LABOR! YOU'RE MY WIFE!"

"Ransom, it's only the first contraction. It'll be a while before they become closer together."

You're more much more calmer than Ransom is right now.

The wheelchair is in the car, and the infant seats are loaded in there.

So is the hospital bag.

So is the stroller.

Ransom made sure that EVERYTHING that was on the list was in the hospital bag.

You're checked in, and Ransom puts the hospital bag in your lap.

He wheels you to your room.

Early in the morning, you're wheeled to the delivery room.

Ransom changes into scrubs,

You have the hospital gown on backwards to make it easier to give birth.

Ransom almost faints, but manages to keep it together for you.

He even cuts the cords when the twins come out.

Harlan arrives first, followed by Katherine 25 minutes later.

Ransom tears up when Katherine is born, but you can't wipe the genuine smile off of his face.

Ransom gets to hold them after you.

He even gives both Harlan and Katherine skin-to-skin contact.

Ransom takes the three of you home after a few days.

Ransom wouldn't trade it for the world.

Andy Barber:

Andy took care of you when you were pregnant with Joy.

You had hyperemesis gravidarum when you were pregnant with Joy.

He won't let you lift or carry anything.

You're off your feet as much as possible.

"Honey, I'll take care of the laundry. You shouldn't be lifting that heavy basket."

"Honey, let me bring in the groceries. You shouldn't be lifting those heavy bags."

"Sit down, honey. I'll unpack the groceries."

You go into labor on March 6.

Andy starts to time your contractions.

Andy rushes you to the hospital.

You give birth to Joy, and Andy is in the delivery room.

He cuts the umbilical cord.

He went through this whole song and dance with Laurie, so he knew what he was doing.

He's also in the delivery room when you give birth to Penelope.

He got you to the hospital straight away, on account of your diabetes.

Andy wouldn't trade this for the world.

Colins Shea

Colin goes through the list every day until you go into labor.

Cole loves talking to your belly, singing to your belly, rubbing cocoa butter on your belly, and feeling Harper and Robbie kick.

You planned a water birth.

When you go into labor after your doctor's appointment, you're more nervous than Colin.

Colin is the one who rushes you to the hospital, and gets his brother because his brother is a cop, and he wanted to make sure you guys got to the hospital safely.

Eventually, Colin helps you get into the birthing pool, and he's in his swim trunks.

Damn, does he need to be shirtless right now?

Colin is behind you, and you start to push.

Harper Marie Shea is born.

Four years later, you give birth to Robert James Shea on December 4, 2014.

Colin was also in the birthing pool with you when you were giving birth to Robbie.

The Shea clan is now complete.

Jake Jensen

You're 38 and a half weeks along with the girls.

Jake leads you back to the couch, and places pillows under your feet and under your head.

You're making sugar cookies for your niece's bake sale, but Jake takes over, and manages to finish them without burning.

Dinner was a whole different story.

Jake orders pizza.

Later that night, you have your first contraction.

Jake gets you to the hospital early the next morning.

You start to push.

Anna Eve is born first, then Elsa Marie is born a few minutes later.

Jake faints in the delivery room.

A few days later, you and Jake go home with Anna and Elsa.

They're the best Christmas present.

Johnny Storm

Johnny is in the delivery room when you give birth to Jake.

Johnny keeps it together, knowing that his son will be born soon.

Your contractions start, sooner than expected, and Johnny calls the midwife.

You have a home birth, because your house is basically fireproof.

A hospital just isn't!

You have the nursery set up, and you give birth right in your and Johnny's bedroom.

Jake is cleaned up by the midwife.

Johnny was behind you the whole time.

It was important that Johnny didn't get too excited.

Your mind goes back to the Superbowl when you and Johnny just moved in together.

He almost burned your house down!

Now, he managed to keep it together because you needed him right now.

Jacob Allen Storm is born on November 7.

He looks just like Johnny!

"IT'S A BOY! GO TEAM BOY!"

Of course, it's a boy.

Johnny was always on team boy!

You never told Johnny, but you were team girl.

Aunt Susan was team girl.

You pump your milk, and feed Jake from a bottle.

Jake just couldn't breast feed.

You and Johnny are more in love, and fell in love with Jake the second he was placed in your arms.

Pete Brenner

Pete is working from home, and when your contractions start on March 16, Pete springs into action.

Pete has the hospital bag packed, the car seat is loaded in the car, so is the stroller.

On March 17, you give birth to Zoe Eve Brenner.

He's missing out on the festivities, but the birth of your first child is something that he's not missing.

He calls your parents and his parents with updates-every hour!

"She's ready to go into the delivery room! Gotta go!"

Pete is in scrubs, and is telling you when to breathe, when to push, wiping the sweat from your forehead, saying soothing things.

Three years later, you give birth to Mary Elizabeth Brenner.

Mary is born on July 5.

Pete is behind you, then, too.

Pete was the first one to hold both girls.

Pete cut the cords.

Pete loves being a dad.

He loves being a girl dad!

Cole Turner

Cole delivers the twins, while he's rushing you to the hospital.

Your contractions are at two minutes apart, and when he sees how far your dilating, you're at ten centimeters.

Cole removes your pants and your panties, and he tells you to start pushing!

Lucas Jeffrey is born first, then Dawn Eve is born.

The twins are healthy.

Cole didn't help deliver the twins-he actually delivered them!

Yep, the same place where you got a flat tire, and met Cole was the same place where you gave birth!

The ambulance arrives, and Cole follows.

The twins make you and Cole feel complete.

Cole loves being a dad!

He reads to the twins every day!

You also read to the twins.

You and Cole take the twins home after a few days.

Cole and you fall even more in love.

Cole loves being a dad, and he loves his twins!

Ari Levinson

Ari is ready to go!

He gets you in the car in record time.

You're in the hospital in no time!

The car seats are loaded in the car, so is the stroller, the diaper bags, and the hospital bag.

Ari loves talking to your belly, and rubbing cocoa butter on your belly.

You don't want to get stretch marks.

Ari is behind you, and eventually Zachary Andrew is born first, then Elijah Matthew is born.

He cuts their cords, and he gets to hold them.

Of course, twin boys are much different than twin girls.

You and Ari decide to have a bris for the boys, because Ari's Jewish, and you want to keep a few traditions.

Five years later, Lillian Eve is born.

Ari is behind you, and he cuts the cord. He's the first to hold Lillian.

Your and Ari's heart are full of even more love.

The boys also love Lillian, and they stop arguing.

When it's time to feed Lillian, the boys won't let you or Ari feed her.

Zachary likes to hold her, while Elijah likes to feed her from her bottle.

The boys never argue over who gets to feed Lillian because of their arrangement.

Of course, they're super protective of Lillian.

Ari loves being a dad, and spending time with you and the kids.

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Heyyy, I love your writing!!

Can I request matty at the birth of baba 😆😆

Be My Baby

Summary : You go into labor with your and mattys first child.

Pairing : Matty Healy x afab!reader

Warnings : Cursing, Pregnancy, giving birth, anxiety, pain.

Notes: Loved this idea that was requested! also since i’ve never had a child the way she gives labor may be inaccurate, im going off of just the basics lol!

"Matty where are you" you groan into the phone as another contraction hits you."Hey baby! I'm at the studio, is everything ok?" he asks, "My water broke while i was making lunch" you yell into the phone as you brace yourself for another contraction. Mattys eyes go wide as he hears the news, "Holy shit, okay baby I'll be right there" he says and quickly grabs all his things, before rushing out the door. "Hurry" you shout before hanging up the phone.

Matty swears he's never driven faster, he was surprised no cops had pulled him over during his race home. He quickly parks the car and runs into the house, "Y/N" he shouts, "In here" you yell from the living room. He runs into the room to find you curled up, as much as possible, on the couch. "Hey baby, it's ok, lets get you up and to the hospital ok?" matty says, trying to remain calm for your sake, even though he's internally freaking out.

He helps you carefully sit up from the couch, and guides you to the car, making sure to grab your hospital bag before locking up the house. "I can't believe she's gonna be here soon" you say, as you place your hands on your swollen belly. "I know it's crazy!" matty responds, trying his best to focus on the road.

When you two finally arrive at the hospital, Matty helps you into the reception area and up to the front desk. "Hello, My wife is in labor" he says to the nurse, "Let me go get a wheel chair for her and I'll take you guys up to labor and delivery" the nurse says, quickly hurrying off to get the wheel chair. You squeeze mattys hand tight as you feel another contraction coming on, "Breathe baby its ok" he whispers, trying to soothe you. As soon as the contraction started, it ends and the nurse appears with the wheel chair. Matty helps you sit down, before taking the handles from the nurse and following her as she leads you  to your room.

"I'll give you these to change into, and then a labor and delivery nurse will be right in to set everything up!" the nurse said, as she handed you a hospital gown. "Thank you" you say as you grab the item from her, "Of course! Congratulations you two!" she says, before closing the door behind her. "Do you need any help changing?" Matty offers, "I should be fine, but thank you baby" you say.

After getting changed and being hooked up to about a million different machines, you were finally able to relax a bit, but not too much, as your contractions had been getting worse and worse. "Matty" you whimper, he quickly rushes up to you "Hey baby" he whispers, gently brushing some of your hair from your forehead. "I'm scared" you confess, the idea you were about to push another human out of your body terrified you beyond belief, you weren't sure if you would be able to do it. Mattys face fell when he heard that, "Oh baby" he says, before gently taking your shaking hand in his. "You are the strongest women I've ever met, if anyone can do this its you, and I'll be here the whole time. I can't even imagine what you're going through right now, but just know when everythings done our daughter is going to be here" he says. You tear up at his kind words "I love you matty" you say, "I love you too honey" he responds back, and places a gentle kiss to your forehead.

After about an hour of watching T.V and cuddling with Matty, the doctor told you it was time to push. Your heart sped up as you saw all the nurses walk into the room; it was quite an overwhelming amount of people to have around just for one baby you thought.

"Baby it'll be ok" matty said, trying to calm you down, "How do you know that Matthew? You're not the one pushing a child out of your body!" you snap, the nerves and hormones getting to you. "Ok Y/N you ready?" the doctor said from between your legs. You look between her and Matty, before nodding your head. "Ok on the count of three you're going to push ok?" she said, "1,2,3 PUSH" the doctor yelled. You used every ounce of strength you had in your body to push. "Good just like that, ready to do it again?" the doctor says, once again you push and push and after what feels like hours theres still no baby.

Your eyes well up with tears, utterly exhausted from pushing, you look up at matty "I-i can't do it matty I'm not strong enough " you say as you loosen the grip on his hand. "Baby don't say that, you are incredibly strong, you're so close, she's almost here, remember 5 more minutes of pain for a lifetime of happiness" he says, before placing a kiss on your now sweaty forehead.

You take a deep breathe before signalling to the doctor that you're ready to push again. "Ok Y/N two more pushes then she should be here" your doctor says, before counting down. You use your last remaining energy to push once more, "I see her head, you can do it just one last push" the doctor says. You push again and a few seconds later the loud cries of a baby fill the hospital room. "Baby you did it!" Matty says, as he looks over at you in awe. "Congratulations Mum and Dad you have a beautiful baby girl" the doctor says.

After Matty cuts the embicoal cord and the nurses clean and check the baby, you finally get to do the one thing you've wanted to do for the past 9 months, you get to hold her.

The nurse gently places your blanket wrapped daughter into your arms. You look down at the tiny baby and tears of joy begin to spill from your eyes. "Hey baby" you coo before placing a gentle kiss to her forehead. You look up at your husband, who also has tears streaming down his face, and pat the spot next to you telling him to sit down. He carefully lays next to you in the hospital bed, one arm around your shoulders while the other is around your arm that's holding the baby.

"She's perfect" you whisper, still in awe that your daughter was finally in your arms, "She is" he says. You finally break your gaze away from your daughter, and look up at your husband, "I love you" you say. Matty looks up at you and smiles "I love you too, you're amazing y/n I hope you know that" he says before placing a kiss on your temple.

The baby stirs in your arms and slowly opens her eyes, "Hey baby, its us Mommy and daddy" you coo, as you stroke her small cheek, "We love you so much little one" Matty says, and for a split second you think you see her smile before she closes her eyes once more.

"We never decided on a name" you say, of course you and matty had thought about names but never settled on one. "How about Emma?" he suggests, you look at him then to the baby in your arms, "I like that" you say. "Welcome to the world Emma Healy" you say, before looking back up at your husband. You lean your head against his as both of you silently admire the sleeping baby in your arms.

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ELEVEN FROM STRANGER THINGS IS NOT JANE IVES AND I CAN PROVE IT.

I've been rewatching Stranger Things before we cancel our Netflix subscription, and while I've always believed El is not Jane Ives, I can prove it now after this rewatch.

So, let's start with Season 2, where El finds out that her mama is still alive.

She finds Terry Ives' files that Hopper stupidly kept in his cabin (literally, Hop, you have an ENTIRE office to put that stuff in, why did you put it in your CABIN?)

And like Jim and Joyce, come to the conclusion that SHE IS Terry's lost daughter.

So she sets out to find Terry. Once she does, she talks with Becky, tells her who she is, and then talks with Terry in a special sorta way that only they can do.

El goes up to the woman she believes is her mother, and says "Mama, it's me, Jane. I'm home."

AND TERRY'S FIRST WORDS TO HER LONG LOST DAUGHTER, THE CHILD SHE LITERALLY ENDURED YEARS OF TORTURE, RIDICULE, AND MOCKERY FOR, LOOKS AT THIS GIRL CLAIMING TO BE HER DAUGHTER, AND SAYS NO.

And THEN she shows her what happened to her.

When she shows El that she had a dangerous and traumatic labor, she shows that she had an emergency C-section.

KEEP THIS IN MIND, IT'S IMPORTANT.

Also, she shows a different lab, a different rainbow room, and two little girls who, specifically, were wearing normal clothing and who did not have buzz cuts.

El understands that Terry wants her to find someone, but she thinks it's the other girl, Kali?

If Terry wants her daughter to come home, why send that same daughter who has been gone for over a decade out to find another child that isn't hers?

And Kali doesn't know who El is when they meet? She has to show her tattoo? She literally doesn't recognize her.

Furthermore, when picking out one of the Bad Men to kill, El only remembers the one that she saw in the memories Terry showed her? She doesn't recognize ANYONE else out of all those people except for one person she doesn't know personally?

Then, Season 3 goes by with few references to El's past.

Then we get to Season 4.

El has lost her powers from her fight with the Mindflayer at the end of Season 3. She is starting to remember her past, and she remembers something completely different from what Terry showed her.

Children with buzz-cut hair and hospital gowns, just like her.

A different-looking rainbow room from the one Terry saw and was in.

Then time goes by.

Brenner magically shows up to help El get her powers back, proving that he has connections outside of Hawkins and the Bad Man that El picked for Kali and the others to kill was NOT lying.

And El slowly gets her memories back. At least enough to remember what happened with 001 and the Upside Down and how things started. Conveniently, the memories of where she was before the lab are ALMOST COMPLETELY in Terry's POV.

Except one very awkward and out of place memory that didn't fit the others.

She remembers her birth. And she remembers going through a tunnel--like a child passing through the birth canal.

Which can only be done via a vaginal delivery.

El remembers being born vaginally.

Why is this detail important?

Because TERRY DIDN'T HAVE A VAGINAL DELIVERY, SHE HAD A C-SECTION.

THEREFORE,

IT IS IMPOSSIBLE for El to be Jane Ives.