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"I'm feeling like an old woman," I complained, trying to sit up. But JJ pulled me back into his embrace, holding me close. "Hey, don't worry about it," he said, his voice soothing. "You're just uncomfortable because of the baby. It's almost time to meet our little one." I snorted. "Almost? You mean the baby that is two weeks late?" JJ chuckled. "Hey. The baby will come when it's ready."
I sighed, feeling a pang of frustration. I was so tired of being stuck in this position. We were supposed to have our little one two weeks ago, and now we were stuck waiting for their appearance. JJ seemed to sense my mood and pulled me closer. "Hey, want some food or something?" I shook my head. "Just hold me, okay?" He wrapped his arms around me and we lay there in silence for a while, listening to the sounds of the night.
But then, without warning, I felt it. A sharp pain in my stomach, radiating down to my back. It lasted only about 90 seconds, but it left me gasping for breath. JJ must have felt my body tense up because he immediately sat up, looking at me with concern. "Hey, what's going on?" I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. "It was just...Braxton Hicks or something," I said, trying to sound casual. But JJ didn't look convinced. "Come on," he said, pulling me into his arms. "Let's get you comfortable and see if it happens again." I nodded, feeling a surge of panic. What if it wasn't just Braxton Hicks? What if something was really wrong? JJ must have sensed my fear because he pulled me closer and began to rub my belly.
"Hey, it's okay," he said softly. "We'll get through this together. And if it happens again...we'll go to the hospital." I shook my head frantically. "No, no, no! I don't want to go to the hospital! I want to have the baby at home." JJ looked at me with surprise. "What? Why?" I felt a lump form in my throat as I looked at him pleadingly. "Because...because I don't want to be in debt because of a hospital bill. And what if something goes wrong? I don't want to be stuck with a huge bill and no way to pay for it."
JJ rubbed my bump again, his eyes softening. "Okay, baby," he said softly. "We'll have the baby at home. We'll do it together." My heart swelled with relief as I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close. "Thank you," I whispered into his ear. JJ held me for a long time, his arms wrapped around me like a security blanket. And as we lay there in the darkness, I felt a sense of peace wash over me.
Maybe we could make it through this after all.
As we drifted off to sleep, JJ whispered one more thing in my ear: "We'll get through this together, baby. We'll get through anything as long as we're together."
Time Skip
It was now 12am, and I had been lying awake for hours, feeling restless and uncomfortable. "JJ," I whispered, shaking him gently. "Wake up. "He groggily opened his eyes and rubbed his face. "What's wrong, baby?" He asked "I think I'm in early labour," I said, trying to keep my voice calm. JJ's eyes snapped into focus.
"Oh, okay. We knew this could happen." I nodded, feeling a wave of anxiety wash over me. This was it. We were finally going to meet our little one after two weeks of waiting. Having the baby at home made me feel a lot more relieved and relaxed. At least I knew that JJ would be here for me whenever I needed him.
JJ got out of bed and helped me up, bringing me a glass of water and some pillows to support my back. He then went to retrieve the birthing ball that Sarah had given me - a thoughtful gift that I had been dying to use. He sat down on the bed, and I sat onto the ball, feeling a sense of calmness wash over me as I began to bounce gently. JJ sat behind me, rubbing my hips and back, trying to ease the pain.
"Ah, that feels good," I breathed, feeling the tension begin to ease. But then another contraction hit, and I doubled over in pain. JJ rolled my hips on the ball, trying to help me through it. "Stop, stop!" I gasped, feeling a surge of pressure in my pelvis. JJ immediately stopped moving the ball, concern etched on his face.
"What's wrong, baby? Did I hurt you?" I whimpered, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes. "Just...just a minute," I panted. And then, without warning, my water broke. "Oh no," I breathed, feeling a rush of panic. JJ quickly grabbed a towel and positioned it under me, catching the fluid as it gushed out onto the floor. "Okay, okay," he soothed, talking calmly to me as if he was trying to calm a wild animal. "We've got this, baby. We've got this."
I looked up at him, feeling a mix of fear and excitement. This was it - we were really going to bring our little one into the world. "I'm scared," I admitted, feeling my voice tremble. JJ pulled me into a tight hug. "I'm scared too, baby. But we're going to do this together. We're going to bring this baby into the world with love and support."
"I love you," I whispered, feeling tears prick at my eyes again. "I love you too," JJ replied, his voice filled with emotion. "And we're going to get through this together." He spoke softly as he kissed my forehead.
"Let me help you get cleaned up," he said, scooping me up and carrying me into the bathroom. I winced as he set me down on the toilet seat. "Okay, baby, let me get some towels and wipes," he said, his hands moving quickly as he tended to me.
When he finished cleaning me up, we headed back to the bedroom. I sat back down on the birthing ball, feeling a bit more composed. JJ helped me get comfortable again, and I started to check my dilation. My fingers probed gently, and I gasped in surprise. "JJ, I'm 6cm dilated!" I exclaimed. He grinned. "That's it, baby! We're getting close!"
I leaned forward, resting my forearms on the birthing ball as JJ crouched behind me. He started to gently sway my hips, trying to encourage the baby to move down. At first, it felt a bit awkward and uncomfortable, but as the minutes passed, I started to relax into the motion. JJ's gentle rocking motion was soothing, and I felt myself getting into a rhythm.
But then, without warning, a contraction hit me like a tidal wave. I cried out in pain as my body tensed and convulsed. JJ moved quickly, scooting the birthing ball across the floor and kneeling in front of me.
I buried my face in his shoulder, clutching at his arms as I begged for the pain to stop. "Make it stop, JJ! Please make it stop!" I wailed. He held me tight, rubbing my back in slow circles as he whispered soothing words in my ear. "It's okay, baby. You're doing great. Just breathe through it."
As the contraction subsided, I lifted my head off his shoulder and looked up at him through tears. "I need to get in the shower," I said, my voice shaking. JJ nodded quickly. "Okay, let's get you in there." We made our way to the bathroom once again, this time for the shower. The warm water enveloped me like a hug as I knelt under the shower. JJ joined me in the shower, cradling my belly and rubbing my back.
As we stood there together, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the miracle that was happening. Our little one was coming soon, and I was so grateful to have JJ by my side every step of the way. "It's 1am," I said suddenly, looking up at JJ with a mixture of exhaustion and excitement. "Yeah?" he replied, his eyes locked on mine.
"We're almost there," he said softly. I smiled through tears. "I know."
I moaned in agony, my body wracked with the intense pain of another contraction. I was still kneeling on the floor of the shower, JJ's hands holding the showerhead against my back, trying to ease the ache. I leaned my head against the tiles, water cascading down my face as I struggled to catch my breath.
"JJ, can you roll my hips again?" I begged, my voice barely above a whisper. "I need to get this baby down." JJ's warm breath whispered against my ear. "Okay, baby. I've got you." His hands gently guided my hips as he rolled them in a slow, circular motion. I felt a slight release of tension as the contraction eased, and I reached out to grab JJ's arm, checking my dilation again.
"8cm," I panted, my eyes locked on JJ's reassuring face. But before I could even process the news, another contraction hit me like a tidal wave. This one was worse than all the others combined. I squeezed JJ's hands so hard they were white-knuckled, and I felt like I was going to pass out.
"No more," I whispered, desperation creeping into my voice. "I don't want to do it anymore." JJ's hands stilled, and he wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. "You're doing it, baby. You're doing it. You're almost there."
But even his words of encouragement couldn't ease the pain. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of agony, unable to escape.
JJ gently helped me out of the shower, and I collapsed onto the floor, my head resting against the bed as JJ crouched behind me once more. He rubbed my back and bump, speaking softly in my ear. "You're doing great, baby. You're so close. And I think...I think our baby is a girl." I laughed, a little hysterically. "I think it's a boy." JJ chuckled and nuzzled my neck. "We'll see soon enough."
As we sat there in the dimly lit room, JJ's warm hands on my back and belly, I felt a strange sense of calm wash over me. Maybe it was the exhaustion or the dull aches kicking in, but for a moment, everything else faded away except for JJ's gentle touch and the tiny life growing inside me.
It was now 3 am, and we were both tired and battered from our long night of labour. But we were almost there. And soon, we'd hold our precious little miracle in our arms.
As another contraction hit me, JJ held me close and whispered words of encouragement in my ear. And even though it was hard to breathe and every fibre of my being screamed to stop, we kept going. We kept pushing forward, knowing that our baby was just around the corner. "Almost there," JJ whispered again.
And with that promise ringing in my ears, I pushed through the pain once more, ready to meet our little one whenever they decided to make their grand entrance.
Time Skip
"JJ, baby, I need to walk around for a bit," I said, my voice shaking with excitement and anticipation. It was 4am and I had been now sitting on the birthing ball in our bedroom for a few hours, waiting for the baby to arrive.
JJ came over to me, concern etched on his face. "What's wrong, baby? Are you okay?" he asked, helping me up as I wrapped my arms around his neck. "I just need to move around, okay?" I said, trying to smile. JJ nodded and wrapped his hands around my hips, supporting me as we walked around the small house. We made a few laps around the living room, with me breathing deeply and trying to manage the contractions.
As we walked, I suddenly felt a strong urge to pee. "JJ, can I go to the bathroom?" I asked, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. JJ helped me into the bathroom and I sat down on the toilet, trying to relax as I done my business.
But as I stood up to wipe myself clean, I felt a sudden jolt of pain. The baby's head was dropping down into my birth canal and I could feel it pushing against my cervix. I let out a loud gasp and shouted for JJ. "JJ! JJ! The baby's coming!" I cried, trying to hold back the urge to push.
JJ came running into the bathroom, looking worried. "What's wrong? Where do you want to have the baby?" he asked, his voice calm and reassuring. But I didn't know where I wanted to have the baby. All I knew was that it was coming now and I couldn't stop it. "I don't know," I said, feeling a sense of panic wash over me.
JJ looked at me for a moment before suggesting that I kneel on the floor and lean against the birthing ball. He helped me up from the toilet and guided me over to the birthing ball, which was set up on some towels in the corner of the room.
"You're going to be okay baby, I promise you." JJ said, rubbing my back as I caught my breath. "Just push for me," he said softly. But I shook my head. "I don't want to push," I said, feeling a sense of fear and uncertainty. JJ looked at me with concern in his eyes. "You need to push, baby," he said gently. "The baby's coming and you need to help it out."
I felt another contraction coming on and let out a cry as JJ rubbed my back. This time, when he told me to push, I felt a sense of desperation wash over me. "Push for me, come on baby" he said again, his voice firm but gentle. I took a deep breath and let out a loud cry as I started pushing.
The contraction was intense and all-consuming, but JJ was there beside me, coaching me through it. As I pushed, I felt the baby's head slowly moving down the birth canal. It was a strange and intense sensation, but JJ was there to guide me through it.
I squeezed JJ's hand tightly as I knelt in front of the birthing ball, my legs spread wide and my back arched. The towels beneath me were soaked with sweat and water, and I was exhausted. But I knew I had to push.
"Come on!" I panted, trying to catch my breath. "You need to come out now." JJ's voice was calm and reassuring. "You're doing great, baby. Just push for me, you're okay." I took a deep breath and bore down, feeling the pressure build up inside me.
It was a burning sensation, but I knew it was just the baby moving down. As I pushed, JJ's hands held mine, as he also tried helping me to breathe and relax. I could feel him counting out the seconds, urging me to keep going. After 30 minutes, I was starting to lose my energy. JJ's hand was still wrapped around mine, his eyes locked on mine with encouragement.
"You need to push harder baby," he said, his voice firm but gentle. I nodded, taking another deep breath. This time, as I pushed, I felt like I was getting nowhere. The burning sensation had intensified, and I felt like I was going to pass out. "JJ, it hurts so much," I cried, tears welling up in my eyes.
His face softened, and he leaned in close. "I know, baby. Just breathe for a minute. We'll get through this." I took a few ragged breaths, trying to calm down. The burning sensation began to subside, but I could feel the baby's head crowning. "Okay, don't push for a bit, the baby is crowning now, just breathe." JJ said, his voice encouraging. After a few minutes, the baby's head slipped out, and then JJ spoke up, "Let's try again."
This time, as I pushed, I felt a surge of energy and determination. I pushed as hard as I could, feeling the baby's shoulders slowly emerging. But then, suddenly, it stopped. The baby's shoulders were stuck, and I could feel its weight pushing against my pelvic bone. "They won't fit, they're stuck" I moaned, feeling desperate and defeated.
JJ rubbed my back soothingly. "Baby, it's okay, they're coming out I promise. We'll get through this. Here, let's try squatting, alright?" I nodded, wincing as JJ helped me stand up and move into a squat position in front of him. He held the baby's head between my legs, and I felt like I was going to collapse. "Push again for me baby," he urged.
I took a deep breath and pushed as hard as I could. One of the shoulders slowly emerged, and then the other one followed. JJ smiled with some calmness in his voice. "Just one more push, baby. And then you can sleep for hours." I nodded, taking another deep breath.
This time, as I pushed, it felt like nothing was happening. But then, suddenly, the baby emerged at last. JJ brought him between my legs as I collapsed against JJ, exhausted and sobbing with relief. We held each other tightly as we gazed down at our new baby boy. JJ was grinning from ear to ear.
"He's beautiful," he whispered in my ear. I nodded, tears streaming down my face. "Jonas Brodie Maybank," we whispered in unison. As we gazed down at our little boy, who was screaming loudly and demanding attention from his new parents, JJ turned to me with a smile. "You did it," he whispered. "You're amazing baby, and you're gonna me such a great mother."
I smiled back at him, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment that I'd never felt before. "You did it too," I whispered back. "You're gonna be a dad."
Jonas Brodie Maybank
Born at 5.32am on the 25th July
Weight: 9 pounds 12 ounces
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