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[problematicsashawaybright]

I think I was born to not take my antipsychotics

[sadbeautifutragic]

fighting the urge to buy new scrubs for the next semester. i have a few pairs but i want colors other than blue, grey, and black 😅

[theinfinitedivides]

ffs get off Min Oh's back for once

[naughtydogg]

y’all that fucking episode was crazy, i have so much to say idk where to start

[vileviale]

Having a holistic-centered family while loving science be like:

“Yeah I took tums cause my stomach felt bad”

“TUMS?! THAT HAS CHEMICALSSSS”

“It’s literally just flavored chalk we learned this in organic chemistry”

“WELL CHALK SHOULDNT BE IN YOUR BODY”

“It just neutralizes excess stomach acid that’s all it does”

“WELL WHY DO YOU HAVE EXCESS STOMACH ACID YOU SHOULD FIGURE THAT OUT FIRST”

“I’d love to know too but I haven’t figured that out yet so for now I’m sticking to tums”

“YOU’RE LIVER CHI DEFICIENT THATS YOUR PROBLEM”

“…(what does that even mean)”

[fatummortem]

[nishadesigns]

The Journey of the Shamanic Sage Woman- Ravenhawks- Nisha Designs

The Journey of the Shamanic Sage Woman

[itspreety]

Jungian Psychotherapist: Unlocking the Depths of Your Mind

Are you looking to embark on a journey of self-discovery and delve into the depths of your mind? Jungian psychotherapy might be just the path you need. This article explores the fascinating world of Jungian psychotherapy, a therapeutic approach that goes beyond the surface and delves deep into the human psyche. Are you ready to explore the hidden realms of your psyche and embark on a transformative journey of self-discovery? Look no further than our Jungian Psychotherapist services at SageTurtle.

What Is Jungian Psychotherapy?

Jungian psychotherapy, also known as analytical psychology, is a therapeutic approach developed by Carl Gustav Jung, a Swiss psychiatrist and psychoanalyst. It’s a holistic method that focuses on understanding the individual’s unconscious mind, archetypes, and the process of individuation.

The Life and Work of Carl Jung

Carl Jung, born in 1875, was a pioneer in the field of psychology. He founded analytical psychology, which emphasizes the importance of the unconscious mind and the exploration of one’s inner world. Jung’s work has had a profound impact on psychology, and his ideas continue to be influential today.

Key Concepts of Jungian Psychotherapy

Self-Exploration Through Dream Analysis

One of the central practices in Jungian psychotherapy is dream analysis. Dreams are seen as a window to the unconscious, and therapists work with clients to interpret the symbolism and meaning behind their dreams.

Understanding the Collective Unconscious

Jung introduced the concept of the collective unconscious, a reservoir of shared human experiences and symbols. Exploring this collective aspect of the mind is integral to Jungian therapy.

Individuation: The Path to Self-Discovery

Individuation is the process of becoming one’s true self. Jungian therapy aims to guide individuals on this path, helping them achieve a more profound understanding of themselves.

Archetypes: The Symbols of Our Psyche

Archetypes are universal symbols found in myths, dreams, and religions. They represent fundamental human experiences and can be a powerful tool for self-exploration.

The Role of the Therapist

Jungian therapists provide a safe and supportive environment for clients to explore their inner worlds. They act as guides on the journey to self-discovery.

Jungian Psychotherapy Techniques

Active Imagination

Active imagination is a technique that encourages clients to interact with the contents of their unconscious mind through imagination and creativity.

Sandplay Therapy

Sandplay therapy allows individuals to create a world in a tray of sand, expressing their inner experiences and conflicts.

Who Can Benefit from Jungian Psychotherapy?

Jungian therapy is suitable for individuals seeking a deeper understanding of themselves, those dealing with emotional wellbeing, and those interested in exploring the realm of dreams and symbols.

A Holistic Approach to Mental Health

Jungian psychotherapy offers a holistic perspective on mental health, recognizing the interconnectedness of mind, body, and spirit.

A Journey of Self-Realization

Embarking on Jungian therapy is akin to a journey of self-realization, a process that can lead to profound personal growth and transformation.

Is Jungian Psychotherapy Right for You?

If you’re curious about your inner world, drawn to symbolism and dreams, and open to self-exploration, Jungian psychotherapy may be a path worth considering.

Final Thought:

In conclusion, Jungian psychotherapy offers a unique and profound way to explore the depths of your mind and uncover the hidden treasures of your unconscious. It’s a journey of self-discovery that can lead to a richer and more meaningful life.

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs):

1. What makes Jungian psychotherapy different from other therapeutic approaches?

Jungian psychotherapy stands out for its emphasis on the unconscious, archetypes, and the process of individuation, providing a holistic perspective on mental health.

2. Is dream analysis a central part of Jungian psychotherapy?

Yes, dream analysis is a fundamental aspect of Jungian therapy, as it allows individuals to explore their unconscious mind and inner symbolism.

3. Who can benefit from Jungian psychotherapy?

Anyone interested in delving deep into their psyche and exploring the world of dreams and symbols can benefit from Jungian therapy.

4. How long does a typical Jungian therapy process last?

The duration of Jungian therapy varies from person to person, but it often involves long-term, in-depth exploration.

5. Where can I find a qualified Jungian psychotherapist?

You can find certified Jungian psychotherapists through reputable therapy directories and organizations.

Blog Source: Jungian Psychotherapist: Unlocking the Depths of Your Mind

[michelleberrybliss]

Ayurvedic Hospital in Andhra Pradesh: Experience at Sri Prakash Vidya

It has been two weeks since we arrived in India at an Ayurvedic hospital named Sri Prakash Vidya. Our journey began when we moved out of our house in May spent time in Seattle and Los Angeles and then flew for 26 hours to reach Visakhapatnam airport. Dr. Sugesh Kumar PV picked us up from there and drove us to Payakaraopeta where the hospital is located. Although it has been a tiring journey, our…

[nereidprinc3ss]

belladonna

in which you have to get your tetanus shot, and spencer is there to hold your hand. and… tease you. just a little bit. (bandages universe)

fluff warnings/tags: needles/r has needle phobia, flirty!reader, idiots in love, teasing, not established relationship yet, anxiety, Spencer makes a joke abt his addiction, did I mention IDIOTS IN LOVE a/n: works as a standalone, as do all the bandages fics I believe. anyway hope u like! <3

“Spencer, I don’t think I can do this.”

He sets down his shoddy hospital coffee and grabs your knee to stop your leg from its rapid bouncing, exerting a gentle pressure when you don’t immediately comply.

“Yes, you can. Just breathe, okay? Try to relax. It’s much harder for your brain to remain in fight-or-flight if your body is relaxed.”

“No, it’s—I feel like I can’t breathe right now,” you say, chest constricted in a vice of panic. “I think my heart is beating too fast, I—”

Footsteps approach from the hallway and your head snaps up, cold dread filling every vein in your body—but they continue past your door.

“Oh my god, I’m losing it. I’m going to die here,” you rave, digging the heels of your palms into your eyes. The gauze wrapped around your hand presses against your brow and beneath it a cut throbs dully—a cruel reminder of what it is that you’re doing here in the first place.

Spencer gives up on trying to make you stop bouncing your leg, and instead the hand travels to your jaw to find your pulse. His fingers feel cool against your warmed skin, accentuating the constant thrum of your heart. You watch his face anxiously as fifteen seconds go by. 

“Your pulse is pretty high,” he admits gravely, returning his hands to his pockets. Your brow knits at his sudden solemnity as you look up at him. “I’m not a medical doctor, but… we might have to take you to the hospital.”

Any trace of worry withers from your face. “Truly hilarious.”

The corner of his mouth turns up a little.

“See? You’re calm enough to make a sarcastic joke at my expense. If you were actually going to die I doubt you would be able to do that.”

“Wanna make a bet?” you snap.

“Definitely not,” he smiles, warm eyes alight and not at all fazed by your attitude. “You’re the last person I’d bet against.”

“Ha,” you say bitterly, eyes darting to the door again. “In that case I might just take my chances with tetanus.”

“I just watched you slice your hand open on a rusty fence, take down a man twice your size, and get ten stitches without flinching. Needles should be afraid of you.”

At least now your face is warming from the compliment and not the anxiety. 

“It’s... different. Like, stitches and shots. Shots really fucking freak me out. I don’t know if you could tell. I’m sure I seem really chill about it.”

He nods sagely. “Trypanophobia. It’s among the most common phobias in the world, next to Arachniphobia, Ophidiophobia, Acrophobia, Aerophobia. You have Astraphobia, too, don’t you? Fear of storms?”

“Spencer.”

“I also used to struggle with needles, actually.”

You look back at him, suddenly curious.

“Used to?”

“Yeah, but I pretty much got over it when I got all the vaccines for my clearance at the Academy. Becoming addicted to intravenous drugs helped, too, but I wouldn’t recommend it,” he muses, examining the art on the wall behind you and taking a sip of his coffee.

At that exact moment, the door opens and a very professional, very exhausted-looking nurse hurries in. You hardly even register her because you’re staring at Spencer, trying to figure out if you just heard him right. He’s looking right back at you over the rim of his cup, eyes dancing with what looks like suppressed mirth.

The nurse says something, and you bless her with an ‘uh-huh’, unable to take your eyes off of Spencer.

“I must be hallucinating,” you say.

“What? You’re the only one allowed to make off-color jokes at inappropriate times?”

“I didn’t even know you could make a regular joke, honestly.”

“You ready, dear?” says the nurse, swabbing your upper arm with an alcohol wipe.

“Ah! Spencer!” You yelp, thrusting out your hand for him to take. He quickly sets the cup  back down on the window sill and takes your outstretched hand, stepping closer.

“Relax,” he laughs upon seeing how your shoulders have risen to meet your ears. “Don’t look over there. Look at me.” Gently he brushes a loose strand of your hair behind your shoulder, redirecting your focus toward him. At this point you’ve gone catatonic anyway, so you don’t resist, although it doesn’t seem to matter much because you’re basically blacking out. “Literally relax your arm. I'm serious. It will hurt less.”

“Small pinch, darlin’,” the nurse says, and you clench your jaw so hard you’re afraid you might break a tooth, and maybe some tetanus-induced lockjaw wouldn’t actually be so bad, and she’s touching your arm now, and who made that extremely undignified squeaking noise, and— “And you’re done.”

You frown.

“I’m done?”

“You’re done,” the nurse repeats. Logically she has no reason to lie to you about this, but you look over to check anyway because there’s simply no way you’re done just like that. Sure enough, she’s smoothing a band-aid over your shoulder and pulling your sleeve back into place.

You look back at Spencer as if searching for a second opinion, utterly baffled. He carefully frees his poor hand of your bone crushing grip and grabs your discarded FBI jacket from the chair, handing it to you.

“That’s it?” you say, taking the jacket and absent-mindedly folding it on your lap.

“That’s it. You did it.”

“Really? That’s all? I feel like it can’t be that easy. I don’t even think I felt anything,” you ramble, rolling your shoulder around, and finding just a bit of soreness.

“You were so brave,” he nods, stepping closer to wipe something warm and wet away from under your eyes. “Americans can rest easy knowing they’ve got someone like you in the FBI.”

“Shut up. Am I crying?”

He laughs, and the twinkly sound fills you with even more joy than normal. Everything seems a little brighter, a little warmer—probably another adrenaline rush or a result of your brain releasing a trace amount of opioids in response to the pain.

“Just a little bit.”

“You two are FBI?” The nurse says, like she can’t quite believe it.

Before you can tell her that you don’t very much like her tone, Spencer nods.

“Behavioral analysis unit.”

“Oh! You guys catch all those serial killers?”

He nods politely, giving her a flat smile. “That’s the goal, yes.”

“Wow. There’s a meet-cute to tell your children.”

You snort and immediately clap your good hand to your mouth, looking up at Spencer to see how he’ll react. Of course he’s already red and stammering.

“Oh, no—I—maybe I misled you, we’re not, uh… we’re not together. Not like that. We are partners in the, in the sense of our job, not—we’re not romantically involved. Just—co-workers. Friends. We’re, I’d say we’re good friends. I mean, she’s great. She’s very nice, and, well—maybe nice isn’t exactly the right word, but she’s, you know—”

“Spencer,” you interrupt.

“You ready to go?” he says immediately, looking very grateful that someone finally cut him off. Works like a charm, every time. 

You stand, and to your surprise, wobble a bit on your feet. Spencer steadies you with a hand to your waist. “Woah,” you mutter, trying not to look too disoriented.

“You need to eat,” he says. “With how anxious you’ve been you probably completely burned through whatever calories were in your system. It’s a parasympathetic nervous system response to adrenaline.”

“I know what it is.” You grab his hand and turn to the nurse, who is looking at the two of you with a bemused, slightly clinical interest. “Um... thanks? Right?”

“Okay,” Spencer says. “We’re leaving now. Come on. Go.”

As he’s herding you out the door, you keep trying to look at him over your shoulder. “Is it weird that I kind of liked it? Does that, like… point to something?”

“Never repeat that,” Spencer says, shaking his head, but you can hear the strain of a hidden smile in his voice. 

You smile up at him as the two of you walk down the empty hallway, swinging his hand in yours.

“She thought we were together,” you say, and it’s almost a gloat, though Spencer can’t quite wrap his mind around what that might mean. Instead, he relishes the weight of your hand in his. He doesn’t exactly remember when that became commonplace, but he never takes it for granted. He can’t help the smirk across his face which always lets you know he’s going to say something snarky. 

“She just doesn’t understand that you need constant attention or you’ll die.”

Luckily, you’re used to each other. Quips are just one prevalent dialect in your vast love language. 

“Yup. I’m a delicate, rare flower.”

Spencer scoffs lightly.

“Yeah. Like deadly nightshade. Or water hemlock.”

“Those ones are pretty, right?”

He squeezes your hand. Imagines telling you that he’s in love with you and has been for a very long time. 

Instead, he thinks about dinner. 

“Gorgeous. Where do you want to eat, Belladonna?”

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[angelsdvsts]

callus  hands  across  her  features  instantly  calms  her  nervous,  as  he  explains  that  she  was  in  a  car  accident  ,  her  mind  immediately  began  to  get  flashes  of  what  happened  --   the  bright  lights  before  everything  went  dark  .  "  um  ,  i  --  everything  hurts  ,  "  she  admits  ,  trying  to  sit  upright  ,  but  it  only  causes  her  to  wince  .  the  accident  left  iridescent  with  a  concussion  ,  a  few  broken  ribs  ,  and  a  fractured  left  foot  .  truly  believing  that  how  broken  she  looked  on  the  outside  reflected  everything  she  felt  in  the  inside  right  before  the  accident  .  "  how  long  was  i  out  for  ?  "

her  memory  was  still  a  bit  foggy,  bits  and  pieces  slowly  eases  their  way  into  her  mind  .  subconsciously  ,  it  was  like  iridescent  knew  something  was  entirely  wrong  --  her  palm  spreads  out  upon  her  stomach  .  the  fight  --  the  reason  she  prompted  the  conversation  in  the  first  place  was  because  of  the  fetus  ,  their  baby  growing  inside  of  her  .  how  was  she  supposed  to  break  the  news  to  him  now  ?  what  could  she  possibly  say  for  him  to  understand  .  .  .  before  she  knew  it  ,  femme  began  to  start  weeping  ;  tears  streaming  down  her  features  ,  "  i'm  sorry  ,  i'm  so  sorry  .  "

he couldn't take it — sitting in the waiting room, not knowing what was going on with her. sage had a million questions. what happened? what exactly was she getting surgery for? would she be okay? he was quick on his feet as the doctor walked him to him, " can i see her? " but then he froze, " she lost ... the baby? " the shock kept him quiet, deciding to not ask the doctor any further questions. not now, at least.

heart dropped when he say her laying there, looking peaceful — just like she did when he'd spent the night. but he saw the bruises on her face and arms, the minor consequences of the car crash. slow steps took him forward and he took a seat by her side, putting her hand in between his. " i'm so sorry baby ... " he said as if she could hear him.

" shh shh ... " he saw the panic on her face and was quick to wipe his teary eyes. " it's okay, i'm here you with. just relax okay? you were in an accident but everything's okay. " icy blue eyes scanned her face, thinking about what she they had lost. did she know that she was pregnant or had she been in the blue, just like him? a few hours ago, then were parents to be ... nothing could've prepared sage that that realization. " how are you feeling? "

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[merrinla]

Davrin vs Lucanis cut content. Actually, some of it was rewritten, but most of it was cut.

I guess this is a previous version of the dialogue after Weisshaupt.

Davrin: My problem is you've got a demon in you. That's enough to lock you away. But you're also very good at killing people. Davrin: Combine the two, and I don't know how we let you anywhere near this team. Lucanis: Because it wasn't your decision. (?): Lay off, Davrin. It's not your place to interrogate him. (?): Rook made the call. Rook: All right, all right. That's enough. Davrin: No, it isn't. Davrin: If this demon gets out of hand we're all in trouble. Rook: I'm not worried about Lucanis. Davrin: But you should be…. (?): But you were worried, Rook. Rook: Well, I'm not now. Rook: Everyone deserves a chance. Rook: I stand by my decision. Lucanis and his demon will behave. Davrin: But how can you know that? What if Spite attacks Assan? Lucanis: He'd win. Davrin: What? If anything happens to Assan— Lucanis: The Venatori were better at it. Davrin: Yeah? Well they had your number real good. Lucanis: And what about you, Warden? Don't all your kind have the blood of darkspawn in your veins? Davrin: What do you know about that? Lucanis: Adamant Fortress. The Wardens must have told stories about it. Everyone else did. Lucanis: Prison warden… Grey Warden, what's the difference? Davrin: Let me get my blade and I'll show you— Rook: Careful there, Lucanis. I'm a Grey Warden too. option: Both of you work this out. Rook: You're adults. You can settle how to work together yourselves. option: Davrin is right. Rook: Obviously, having a demon in the Lighthouse is dangerous. We can't pretend otherwise. Lucanis: You're no longer glad I'm here? Rook: I am. But Davrin's not wrong. Lucanis: And I thought we were getting along. Rook: I still need to be careful. option: Lucanis is right. Rook: Every single person on this team is dangerous. Nice, safe, regular people don't fight ancient gods. (?): We're being careful. I'll be keeping an eye on Lucanis. (?): I'll be watching Lucanis. (?): Somebody has to. Lucanis: Such fine hospitality. Davrin: Just be grateful you're not back in the Ossuary.

The conversation with Varric after that.

Rook: Davrin and Lucanis hated each other on sight. And I just ticked off Lucanis. Again. The minute he got back. Rook: Davrin and Lucanis hated each other on sight, and now Lucanis is probably ticked at me. Rook: Davrin and Lucanis hated each other instantly. And now Davrin's ticked off at me. Rook: Davrin and Lucanis hated each other on sight. And now they're both ticked at me. Varric: Don't panic. Things always seem impossible. Just fight one battle at a time. option: I need to find the enemy. Rook: I can't fight any battles right now, Varric. We have no targets. Rook: Don't give me sage advice. Give me a target. option: I need a plan, not platitudes. Rook: I know you're trying to help. Rook: I appreciate the effort, Varric, but that doesn't exactly help when we don't know where to go next. Varric: Look around you. You've got all these people. Experts in all sorts of things. Rook: I just told you, the team— Varric: No, no. That's the problem. You have people. Not a team. They don't know each other, and they don't know you. Varric: Work on getting to know them. The better you understand your people, the closer you get to having a team. Rook: Understanding won't make them work together. Varric: No, you have to do that. Which means they all have to trust you. Even if they hate each other. Rook: That's not going to work. Varric: It's worth a try. Rook: How? I've never led people like these before. Varric: Ordinarily, I'd say you should get them all into a game of Wicked Grace, but I think you'll have to work up to that. Varric: Start with Lucanis and Davrin. Something else must be eating at them, to get them at each other's throats. Rook: I guess it can't hurt. Varric: That's the spirit.

Another squabble.

(?): The trail's gone cold. (?): We don't have any leads. Rook: Hey, what's— Davrin: You're the Crow! You're supposed to have eyes and ears everywhere! Or maybe the only voice you hear is Spite's! Rook: I said, Hey! Lucanis: You're the Grey Warden, the "expert" on all this blight! You're supposed to have answers! Lucanis: Maybe you're spending too much time playing with your flying cat! Rook: So the two of you decide to tear into each other? Knock it off. Rook: That's not anyone's fault. We just haven't caught a break yet. Lucanis: Tell him that. You said it yourself, Rook: Davrin's the problem. Davrin: Tell him that. You said it yourself, Rook: Lucanis is the problem. Rook: Seriously! You need to take all this anger and use it against Elgar'nan and Ghilan'nain! Davrin: I'd love nothing more. Just as soon as Lucanis and his Crows do anything to find them. Lucanis: We're waiting for you and your Wardens to remember your job is to… What is it again? Oh, yes—destroy the blight. Rook: You think it makes me happy? I'm pissed off, too Davrin: You should be pissed at him. You said it yourself, Rook: Lucanis is a problem. Lucanis: You should be pissed at him. You said it yourself, Rook: Davrin is a problem. Lucanis: You should be pissed at him. I tried to warn you. Davrin: I tried to warn you about him, Rook. Davrin: If you'd listened to me about him, we wouldn't have this problem. Lucanis: You said it yourself, Rook: Davrin is a problem. Davrin: You said it yourself, Rook, Lucanis is a problem. Rook: The way you two are going, I'd rather spend my time talking with Solas. Rook: I wouldn't mind a little break from reality right about now. Can you guys knock this off? Rook: I know you're both doing your best. That doesn't mean you have to like each other. Rook: But it does mean you have to stop the constant fighting. Okay? Rook: I'm not tolerating this. You're both professionals and I expect you to act like it. Understood? Davrin: I hear you, Rook. But as a professional my duty is to keep an eye on him and Spite. Lucanis: And with darkspawn blood running through your veins, I'll be watching you. Professionally.

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Pregnancy Drabble

Little drabble to buy me some time because the fics ain't ready yet okay?? Taking inspo from this.

Warning: Pregnancy, Birth. Also I have no idea when it comes to baby weights so I googled shit.

Can you just imagine how snappy you'd be towards Simon during your first birth?

In your hospital gown when Simon helped you waddle your way onto the bed, all emotional and pissed because of the pain..

"Why did it have to have your big head?" You said, accompanied by a whimper in pain and frustration to your husband.

You were gripping his hand for dear life, he refused to tell you about the fact that your nails were digging into his palms even after back at home when you noticed the little subtle crescent shaped wounds left behind.

Simon couldn't even respond besides the stifled laugh, he knows he shouldn't take anything to heart.. you were irritable and understandably so.

One minute it was that and the next you were crying about having bigger stretch marks than you had before. During the check ups you came for, even the doctor herself thought that you'd be carrying twins.. low and behold the ultrasound, it was just one chunky baby who inherited Simon's head..

You almost passed out during the birth itself with how long you had to continuously push, you were a little out of it when it was time to hold your little one.. weighing in at 8 pounds and 12 ounces..

No wonder you felt that you could barely hold yourself up during the pregnancy, you swore to yourself that you are never putting yourself through that again.

Simon helped you hold them up after, his other hand in your hair as his thumb rubbed your scalp, comforting. He pressed his forehead against yours, staring down at the little miracle you popped out..

That vow was easier said than done because you now have two taller than average toddlers climbing their dad's arms and chest, along with another baby who is just pure chunk, the chubbiest cheeks with rolls of baby fat crawling up on their dad's leg..

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[drewswife]

Labor

summary: y/n went into labor and gave birth to her baby girl and Rafe cried for the first time in a while

contains: mentions of childbirth and blood, Rafe and y/n crying

A/n: I hope it is good but thanks for requesting! anon

The gush was sudden, jolting me awake. I scrambled out of bed, heart pounding. It wasn't a leak, a trickle, or even a slow flow. It was a torrent, soaking through my pajamas and pooling on the floor. "Rafe!" I yelled, my voice hoarse with panic.

He stumbled in, sleep still clinging to his eyes. "What? What is it?"

"My water broke!" I gasped, pointing to the growing puddle around my feet. "It's everywhere!"

Rafe's eyes widened. "Oh my god. Okay, okay, stay calm. I'll call the hospital. Did you pack the bag?"

"I think so," I mumbled, already feeling the contractions starting, each one a sharp, insistent wave.

He dialed the hospital, his voice a low rumble of concern. "Yes, she's having contractions now. ... Yes, we're on our way. ... Okay, thank you." He hung up, his gaze fixed on me. "Time to go. Can you walk?"

I nodded, each step a challenge against the growing intensity of the contractions. Rafe rushed around, grabbing the diaper bag, my phone, and a blanket. We raced out the door, locking the house behind us.

The drive to the hospital was a blur. Rafe drove like a madman, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. I gripped the seat, moaning through each contraction. The world outside the car windows was a kaleidoscope of flashing lights and blurred buildings.

We arrived at the hospital, breathless and disheveled. The nurses rushed us to a delivery room, their faces a mixture of concern and excitement. They hooked me up to monitors, checked my dilation, and prepared me for the long haul.

Hours passed, each contraction more excruciating than the last. I cried out, my voice raw with pain. Rafe held my hand, his grip steady and reassuring. He whispered words of encouragement, his eyes filled with love and worry.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I felt the urge to push. I strained, my muscles burning, my body shaking. With each push, I felt a surge of hope, a flicker of anticipation.

Then, it happened. A sudden rush of pressure, followed by a feeling of release. I heard a cry, a tiny, mewling sound that filled the room with joy.

"It's a girl!" the nurse announced, handing me my baby.

I looked down at her, my heart overflowing. She was perfect, tiny and pink, with a mop of my dark curls. And rafe blue eyes I brought her to my chest, tears streaming down my face.

Rafe leaned over, his eyes shining with tears. "She's beautiful," he whispered.

“What should we name her” i whispered back

Rafe looked at her for a while “sage”

We spent the next few hours in a haze of euphoria. We marveled at our daughter, her tiny fingers and toes, her delicate features. We took turns holding her, our hearts overflowing with love.

As the hours passed, the initial shock of childbirth gave way to a sense of peace. I looked at Rafe, his face etched with exhaustion but also with an indescribable joy. We had done it. We had brought a new life into the world, together.

The next morning, we were discharged from the hospital. As we walked out the door, hand in hand, I felt a wave of emotion wash over me. We had faced a challenge together, and we had come out stronger, our bond deepened by the shared experience.

We walked down the street, our daughter sleeping peacefully in her car seat. Rafe smiled at me, his eyes twinkling. "We did it," he said, his voice filled with wonder.

I nodded, tears welling up in my eyes. We had done it. We had faced the unknown, embraced the pain, and emerged on the other side, changed forever. And as we walked down the street, our hearts filled with love and hope, I knew this was just the beginning of our adventure.

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