Another peak of contraction hit her as Connie got the mirror into place. "Do I really want to watch that? Will I really be able to see it?" she wondered mentally as she tried to blow that damned errant curl out of her vision. Breathing hard, hee hee hee hoo, she realized she felt very ... wide.
Not that she needed her vision, to squeeze out her daughters. Glancing to either side of her, each hand held by a supremely talented artist, she worried that she'd hurt them or damage "the goods" when another spasm wracked her.
"Bear down!" she heard a multitude of voices order.
"Whale-hee" breathing hee hee "rollhoooooooooooo" Breath short, panting heavily, Rachyl felt like her hips were being split upon the pinnacle of the Empire State Building. "Whose frigging idea was this anyway?" Screeching low in her throat, it came out much louder than she'd wanted it to, as she saw her entire belly contort with the effort of her "bearing down" to push the obstruction from her body. She felt hands flex for a moment in each of her palms, felt the gentle brush of the cool cloth Meegan suddenly was holding across her forehead and cheeks.
"Thank- heeeeeeee heeee heeeeeee yhooooooooo" She saw the full body of a little bitty baby slide from the now-gaping orifice between her legs, from the womb where she'd carried them for the last nine months. Still attached by the umbilical cord, she saw the darkened, wet, bloody wisp of blonde hair on the infant's head, and realized, "ooh, blood!" and all went dark.
Rachyl slumped, unconscious, against the hands and support of her lover.
It's Like Being Hit in the Head with Rainbow Colored Happiness. (private-invite)
Four in the morning on April ninth two thousand seven, saw Meegan sitting in her attic office trying to tire her mind enough to get a little bit of sleep before her meetings that day. She changed her gray pencil for a light green, and began drawing small hatch marks on the skirt of the outfit she was drawing.
"Meegan?"
She gave a tiny scream and looked up to answer the slightly breathless voice, and was surprised to see an empty doorway.
"M-meegan?"
'What the hell?' She pushed away from her desk and went to the intercom panel next to the attic door, and pressed the button. "Rachyl? What's wrong?"
"C-can you come down here?"
Her brow knitted together, and she shook her head. "Yeah, I'm coming." This wasn't the first time Rachyl had summoned or woke her in the middle of the night for something, usually the terrible leg cramps she got. Figuring this was the same, she took the time to replace her pencils and turn out the lights in her office before heading down to their bedroom. She would later regret that choice.
In the plush armchair closest to the door, Rachyl sat clutching her side and breathing in the strange rhythm taught them by their Lamaze coach.
"Oh, God! Rachyl! Is it time? How long has this been going on. How far apart are the contractions?"
She rushed the few feet to her lover's side and dropped to her knees, her hands going to Rachyl's belly, her eyes to Rachyl's.
"A-about an hour" hee-hee-hee-who "This is like the third one, so," hee-hee-hee-who "Like maybe twenty-five minutes apart."
Meegan took a deep breath and massaged Rachyl's belly until the red-head finally relaxed back into the chair, breathing hard a light sheen of sweat coating her forehead. Meegan raised up, and laid a gentle hand on Rachyl's cheek. "Okay?" Rachyl, nodded and Meegan stood.
"Well then, let's get this show on the road."
She went to the closet, stripping her pajamas off as she went. She pulled on a pair of low slung, loose fitting jeans, a purple sweater and pulled out a pair of tennis shoes, along with Rachyl's hospital bag. They'd packed it after the first Lamaze class. She also pulled out a pair of Rachyl's more comfortable maternity clothes, a long multi-colored crinkle skirt and a cream colored peasant shirt and took everything over to where Rachyl sat getting her breath under control.
She set the suitcase down and then sat to pull on her shoes and socks. "Alright let's get you dressed, okay?"
She helped Rachyl to her feet and slipped the over sized t-shirt, that had become Rachyl's favored night wear, over her head. Then held open the skirt for Rachyl to step into, and then slipped the shirt over her head. Rachyl had taken to sleeping in a bra when the growth of her breasts had become uncomfortable, so Meegan didn't have to help her get into one of those.
"My cell is down stairs, so once we get down there I'll call the doctor and hospital and let them know we are on the way."
They made their careful way down the stairs, where Meegan picked up their purses and helped Rachyl slip into a pair of clogs and as they stepped out into the chill of pre-dawn, Meegan called the OB.
Rachyl
17 years ago
Meegan
17 years ago
Meegan giggled with giddy joy as she laid Rachyl back against the bed. "Nyra would you lay the bed back a little bit."
The thing whirred Rachyl down to an angle more conducive to laying, and Meegan's attention was divided between the yowling wriggling little human and her lover. The new joy won out as she took the baby in her arms, when Rose asked if she wanted to hold her.
"Who's cutting the cord?" Came the doctor's voice.
"Oh um..." Meegan looked up from the matted blond curls and smiled. "That gets to be my job."
The nurse took the baby back from her and placed a little pink clamp on the chord and directed her to cut it just above the clamp. The baby was still screaming at the top of her lungs and it caused Meegan to giggle again as she took her back into her arms. Instinct had her shushing and swaying with the baby. She looked down to see Rachyl coming to with the aid of Rose and Nyra and smiled her joy at the new mother.
"I think this one is Abigail, she keeps complaining."
Chuckling she placed the still gunky baby into Rachyl's arms.
The thing whirred Rachyl down to an angle more conducive to laying, and Meegan's attention was divided between the yowling wriggling little human and her lover. The new joy won out as she took the baby in her arms, when Rose asked if she wanted to hold her.
"Who's cutting the cord?" Came the doctor's voice.
"Oh um..." Meegan looked up from the matted blond curls and smiled. "That gets to be my job."
The nurse took the baby back from her and placed a little pink clamp on the chord and directed her to cut it just above the clamp. The baby was still screaming at the top of her lungs and it caused Meegan to giggle again as she took her back into her arms. Instinct had her shushing and swaying with the baby. She looked down to see Rachyl coming to with the aid of Rose and Nyra and smiled her joy at the new mother.
"I think this one is Abigail, she keeps complaining."
Chuckling she placed the still gunky baby into Rachyl's arms.
Rachyl
17 years ago
Darkness lifted from her awareness as a curtain rose from the stage. She heard fussy, garbled, voluminous crying, and heard Meegan saying something about complaining. "Who's complaining? Why is there only one?" Panic briefly welled up inside her as she glanced about for her other daughter, but she realized from her classes and research that the babies would come seperately, minutes or hours apart.
Hours.
"Contraction monitor is nominal, though with as quickly as this one popped out we should expect something soon."
Ick.
When she looked down at the goo-covered baby - the blood thankfully mostly wiped off, and the sheen of her blonde hair poking through the delivery goop, a geyser of love swelled inside her. "Hello, Abigail. Welcome to Earth." The crying stopped, and the baby opened its puffy little eyes slightly. Striking crystal blue peeped out from her tired looking lids and Rachyl smiled widely, all traces of exhaustion gone. "Did you tell your sister it's time to land yet? Mommy's basket is about ready to tip over."
Hours.
"Contraction monitor is nominal, though with as quickly as this one popped out we should expect something soon."
Ick.
When she looked down at the goo-covered baby - the blood thankfully mostly wiped off, and the sheen of her blonde hair poking through the delivery goop, a geyser of love swelled inside her. "Hello, Abigail. Welcome to Earth." The crying stopped, and the baby opened its puffy little eyes slightly. Striking crystal blue peeped out from her tired looking lids and Rachyl smiled widely, all traces of exhaustion gone. "Did you tell your sister it's time to land yet? Mommy's basket is about ready to tip over."
Meegan
17 years ago
Meegan's face felt like it would split in half from the smiles, but she just couldn't stop them. Instead she went to the sink to wash her hands, then switched places with Nyra so that she could watch the monitors. Rebeccah's heart beat was fast, but not alarmingly so, and the contractions were almost non-existent for the moment. She leaned down and gave her lover a warm, full kiss over the wriggling body of their first baby.
"You did great, my love. Want us to move the mirrors so the fainting doesn't happen the second time?"
Rachyl nodded, and Meegan smiled at Connie who moved the mirror back out of the way. Rose came near and very quietly asked for the baby.
"We have to get this little girl weighed and measured."
Giggling softly, Meegan took Abigail from Rachyl and gave her to Rose to be documented.
"You did great, my love. Want us to move the mirrors so the fainting doesn't happen the second time?"
Rachyl nodded, and Meegan smiled at Connie who moved the mirror back out of the way. Rose came near and very quietly asked for the baby.
"We have to get this little girl weighed and measured."
Giggling softly, Meegan took Abigail from Rachyl and gave her to Rose to be documented.
Rachyl
17 years ago
Voice thready and cracking, Rachyl quipped, "Miss I Like My Horror In Hemo-Color asking me if I want the mirror moved?" She wanly smiled her thanks to the vampire moving the mirror, and shook her mental head at the reflection of the raven-haired accountant that she spied as it turned away.
The feeling of disconnection as her first daughter was taken from her arms was palpable, but watching her get washed and measured so carefully gave her a smile.
Her tongue felt like cotton candy as she pressed it against the roof of her mouth. "Am I allowed another popsicle, or have I been upgraded to pregnantlady icechips?"
She couldn't keep the look of disappointment from her face when Rose handed her the cup of wet ice chips. "You coulda just said..."
Tilting her head back, she sighed as she suckled on a mouthful of crushed ice. Looking down at her somewhat deflated belly, she could see occasional ripples through it as her muscles stretched and relaxed. It looked kind of lopsided, but as the minutes ticked by with occasional declarations of "four pounds nine ounces" and "thirteen point nine inches." Those sounded like healthy specifications for a nearly one-month premature twin... so she wasn't too concerned.
She gazed up into Meegan's eyes, pouring love forth, and was about to speak to her but splibbled water all down her chin and chest. Swallowing quickly, she sighed, "oops."
Meegan's eyes turned away from her own as her hand came up to wipe the dribble and water from her chin. Sighing as she endured the momentary feeling of helplessness, she simply held on to the hands offered her.
The feeling of disconnection as her first daughter was taken from her arms was palpable, but watching her get washed and measured so carefully gave her a smile.
Her tongue felt like cotton candy as she pressed it against the roof of her mouth. "Am I allowed another popsicle, or have I been upgraded to pregnantlady icechips?"
She couldn't keep the look of disappointment from her face when Rose handed her the cup of wet ice chips. "You coulda just said..."
Tilting her head back, she sighed as she suckled on a mouthful of crushed ice. Looking down at her somewhat deflated belly, she could see occasional ripples through it as her muscles stretched and relaxed. It looked kind of lopsided, but as the minutes ticked by with occasional declarations of "four pounds nine ounces" and "thirteen point nine inches." Those sounded like healthy specifications for a nearly one-month premature twin... so she wasn't too concerned.
She gazed up into Meegan's eyes, pouring love forth, and was about to speak to her but splibbled water all down her chin and chest. Swallowing quickly, she sighed, "oops."
Meegan's eyes turned away from her own as her hand came up to wipe the dribble and water from her chin. Sighing as she endured the momentary feeling of helplessness, she simply held on to the hands offered her.
Meegan
17 years ago
Meegan's attention was still very much divided between Abigail and Rachyl and she smiled at Rachyl when she dribbled water, not terribly concerned about it. It wasn't like she'd spit it across the room or anything. Her eyes however were drawn to the baby the nurse had placed in a plastic sided bassinet under what looked like a large heat lamp, they had placed a gold heart on the babies chest and a little pink bracelet to her ankle. A matching bracelet was placed on Rachyl's arm and one on Meegan's.
Beside her the monitor made a strange noise and her attention was drawn there. The contraction line had begun to wobble and from the end of the bed came a surprised exclamation.
"Well that was water number two and I do believe," Meegan looked up to see the doctor moving Rachyl's legs apart. "That we have another head poking out." Amanda smiled up at them. "It's time for round two, ladies."
Meegan turned back to Rachyl and put the cold cloth back to her brown and smiled. Rebeccah was on her way!
"Not too much longer now, baby. You're doing great. Okay here comes the contraction, it's time to push!"
She watched as Rachyl used every ounce of strength to push against the contraction, her breath hard and ragged when she took the time to catch it. Meegan held her hand and supported her back until the contraction passed and Rachyl could relax back for a moment.
"Okay, Rachyl, you're going to have to change positions a bit. That push didn't move the baby and it should have." Amanda stood from her stool at the end of the bed and the nurse pulled a U-shaped bar from a storage cabinet next tot he t.v. and connected it to the bed.
Meegan and Amber got Rachyl to her knees, while a second nurse pulled the soiled sheets from the bed, and droped the bottom third of the bed down and folded it against the rest of the bed.
"This is going to let gravity help you do a lot of the work, Rachyl. It's going to be a bit awkward to have me under you like this, but it should be the best way to get twin B into the world."
Amanda smiled at the two women and got herself into a position to help Rachyl through the rest of the labor. Nyra informed them that a contraction was coming and the pushing process began again. It was intense and amazing to watch her lover struggle through such monumental things to bring their child into the world. Love and compassion, joy and profound happiness welled inside of her as she supported Rachyl's body through yet another push.
Beside her the monitor made a strange noise and her attention was drawn there. The contraction line had begun to wobble and from the end of the bed came a surprised exclamation.
"Well that was water number two and I do believe," Meegan looked up to see the doctor moving Rachyl's legs apart. "That we have another head poking out." Amanda smiled up at them. "It's time for round two, ladies."
Meegan turned back to Rachyl and put the cold cloth back to her brown and smiled. Rebeccah was on her way!
"Not too much longer now, baby. You're doing great. Okay here comes the contraction, it's time to push!"
She watched as Rachyl used every ounce of strength to push against the contraction, her breath hard and ragged when she took the time to catch it. Meegan held her hand and supported her back until the contraction passed and Rachyl could relax back for a moment.
"Okay, Rachyl, you're going to have to change positions a bit. That push didn't move the baby and it should have." Amanda stood from her stool at the end of the bed and the nurse pulled a U-shaped bar from a storage cabinet next tot he t.v. and connected it to the bed.
Meegan and Amber got Rachyl to her knees, while a second nurse pulled the soiled sheets from the bed, and droped the bottom third of the bed down and folded it against the rest of the bed.
"This is going to let gravity help you do a lot of the work, Rachyl. It's going to be a bit awkward to have me under you like this, but it should be the best way to get twin B into the world."
Amanda smiled at the two women and got herself into a position to help Rachyl through the rest of the labor. Nyra informed them that a contraction was coming and the pushing process began again. It was intense and amazing to watch her lover struggle through such monumental things to bring their child into the world. Love and compassion, joy and profound happiness welled inside of her as she supported Rachyl's body through yet another push.
Rachyl
17 years ago
It was odd, standing there next to and hanging tightly onto the giant U-shaped bar. During her pregnancy classes they'd covered the various positions for childbirth, but the U-standy-one (that she had so adroitly and technically named the position) had been one that frustrated her the most. She felt like a gymnast or a dancer doing strange little thrusts to use the toilet while standing. But the supported squat, as Rachyl relaxed into the position, eased so much pressure in her body she almost felt like she was swimming.
She vaguely remembered how stupid she'd felt when practicing this position, as it had been the hardest for her to get used to. Even before she had a belly. But as the contraction roared through her body, she felt less like she was evacuating solid waste, and more birthing a baby. Breath shallow, Rachyl felt like she'd run from Boston to Millville to Nachton and back, with a detour through San Francisco, as she pushed through the first contraction after standing back up.
Heaving wheezily, her voice raspy, she quietly requested the mirror to look as she recovered, as her body ramped up to another contraction. When the handheld mirror was angled between her feet, she gave directions - a little left, a little more, tilt towards the bed, no the other bed - and nearly sat down in shock at the wispy expanse of red she could see crowning there. She tried to force her brain to tell her eyes to do something other than stare at the goopy, damp, slightly bloody cleft between her legs, she simply gave up trying to think, and let her body do its will.
Two, three more contractions passed before Amanda was able to withdraw her second daughter, Rebeccah, from her body. The little body, her skin marginally darker than the first of the Walker-Masters twins, shivered and shook, goopy and bloody in the doctor's hands. Trying to straighten, Rachyl felt the room spin as she realized soon she would be able to look down and see most of her feet, for the first time in months. Fogginess threatened to overtake her. Suddenly she felt hands on her shoulders, under her arms, holding her up, heard Meegan cut the cord. Voices.
"Rachyl, we need you to rest for a minute or so, get your bearing, and push again." The voice turned away from her ear. "We've still got to get the placenta out." Somewhere in the background she heard Meegan's voice introducing her daughters to each other. "Silly Meegan, they've known each other for nine months..." Back in her ear, the voice asked, "Rachyl, we need to lay you down. Are you okay to move or do you want to be carried?" She shook her head at the first, and nodded weakly at the second. The arms very gently picked her up and put her into the bed, while a nurse removed the U-bar. "Rachyl another contraction will be coming." She heard herself groan tiredly, but Amanda qualified, "It's not going to be as strong as those last ones. But we need you to push, to help the placenta out."
She nodded reservedly. The goop-covered, blood-removed baby in the form of her daughter, Rebeccah, was placed into her arms briefly. Smiling, she gave a soft kiss to the baby's crinkled forehead, and welcomed her as her sister had been.
With a soft warning from Nyra, as the contraction began, she tiredly gave up her daughter before pushing again. The nurse Amber wiped her quickly as Amanda covered the disconnected placenta with something then removed it from her sight. A light caught her eye, and she opened her vision wider, and saw that it was the beaming smile of Meegan as the taller woman came over to hold her hand. Taking the designer's hand, she held on through another contraction, and pushed out the second placenta.
Gentle hands cleaned her severely abused female organs. Voices exclaimed mutedly at the lack of tearing, so expected in twin births from "a woman so diminutive." Smiling a secret smile with Meegan, Rachyl let herself drift off to sleep, but not before hearing, "We can only give her about twenty minutes of sleep. Abigail will have been born for an hour by then, and we need to offer her to Rachyl to see if she'll feed."
She vaguely remembered how stupid she'd felt when practicing this position, as it had been the hardest for her to get used to. Even before she had a belly. But as the contraction roared through her body, she felt less like she was evacuating solid waste, and more birthing a baby. Breath shallow, Rachyl felt like she'd run from Boston to Millville to Nachton and back, with a detour through San Francisco, as she pushed through the first contraction after standing back up.
Heaving wheezily, her voice raspy, she quietly requested the mirror to look as she recovered, as her body ramped up to another contraction. When the handheld mirror was angled between her feet, she gave directions - a little left, a little more, tilt towards the bed, no the other bed - and nearly sat down in shock at the wispy expanse of red she could see crowning there. She tried to force her brain to tell her eyes to do something other than stare at the goopy, damp, slightly bloody cleft between her legs, she simply gave up trying to think, and let her body do its will.
Two, three more contractions passed before Amanda was able to withdraw her second daughter, Rebeccah, from her body. The little body, her skin marginally darker than the first of the Walker-Masters twins, shivered and shook, goopy and bloody in the doctor's hands. Trying to straighten, Rachyl felt the room spin as she realized soon she would be able to look down and see most of her feet, for the first time in months. Fogginess threatened to overtake her. Suddenly she felt hands on her shoulders, under her arms, holding her up, heard Meegan cut the cord. Voices.
"Rachyl, we need you to rest for a minute or so, get your bearing, and push again." The voice turned away from her ear. "We've still got to get the placenta out." Somewhere in the background she heard Meegan's voice introducing her daughters to each other. "Silly Meegan, they've known each other for nine months..." Back in her ear, the voice asked, "Rachyl, we need to lay you down. Are you okay to move or do you want to be carried?" She shook her head at the first, and nodded weakly at the second. The arms very gently picked her up and put her into the bed, while a nurse removed the U-bar. "Rachyl another contraction will be coming." She heard herself groan tiredly, but Amanda qualified, "It's not going to be as strong as those last ones. But we need you to push, to help the placenta out."
She nodded reservedly. The goop-covered, blood-removed baby in the form of her daughter, Rebeccah, was placed into her arms briefly. Smiling, she gave a soft kiss to the baby's crinkled forehead, and welcomed her as her sister had been.
With a soft warning from Nyra, as the contraction began, she tiredly gave up her daughter before pushing again. The nurse Amber wiped her quickly as Amanda covered the disconnected placenta with something then removed it from her sight. A light caught her eye, and she opened her vision wider, and saw that it was the beaming smile of Meegan as the taller woman came over to hold her hand. Taking the designer's hand, she held on through another contraction, and pushed out the second placenta.
Gentle hands cleaned her severely abused female organs. Voices exclaimed mutedly at the lack of tearing, so expected in twin births from "a woman so diminutive." Smiling a secret smile with Meegan, Rachyl let herself drift off to sleep, but not before hearing, "We can only give her about twenty minutes of sleep. Abigail will have been born for an hour by then, and we need to offer her to Rachyl to see if she'll feed."
Meegan
17 years ago
Rebeccah was taken to be weighed and measured, she was smaller than her sister at three pounds fourteen ounces, and thirteen inches even, and then placed in her own plastic bassinet under her own little heat lamp and gold heart sticker. Meegan was enchanted by the both of them, as she settled Rachyl into the bed. The nurses were busy changing the sheets replacing the end of the bed and cleaning the floor where some of the mess had escaped to.
Once Rachyl was out, Meegan crossed to Connie and was enveloped in the biggest hug her best friend could manage, as tears of joy leaked from her eyes. Her daughters were here and they were perfect and healthy, she'd counted the fingers and toes as soon as she'd been able, the doctor said their APGAR's were perfect for thirty-four week old twins and that they'd be able to go home just as soon as they gained a little weight. Their lungs were developed enough not to need help and their hearts sounded healthy and perfect. Meegan was over joyed and when Connie finally let her go, she crossed to the little angles in their beds.
"You can hold them Meegan." Rose's voice came from just behind her. "They need to be held as much as possible as soon as possible."
Meegan beamed up at the nurse and dragged the glider over next to the cribs. Years of experience had both babies swaddled and in her arms in just a moment. It was more than her heart could hold as each incredibly tiny baby was placed in her arms. Tears welled and flowed once more as she gently rocked the tiny perfect people, their little eyes shiny with the ointment put there, their cheeks pink from exertion, and their hair still slightly matted to their heads.
"Hello, my little ones. I'm one of your mommies. You'll get to call me Mom. I've waited for so long for you, and you are God's perfect miracles. You were given to us to bring up in this world so that you can make a difference. Big things are waiting for the two of you."
She kissed their little heads, which elicited tiny little squeaks, and simply stared and rocked and murmured until Rose touched her shoulder twenty minutes later.
"It's time to see if we can get little Abigail to eat."
Meegan smiled gently and gave the nurse the little blond baby. She moved Rebeccah into both of her arms and went back to murmuring quietly to her.
Once Rachyl was out, Meegan crossed to Connie and was enveloped in the biggest hug her best friend could manage, as tears of joy leaked from her eyes. Her daughters were here and they were perfect and healthy, she'd counted the fingers and toes as soon as she'd been able, the doctor said their APGAR's were perfect for thirty-four week old twins and that they'd be able to go home just as soon as they gained a little weight. Their lungs were developed enough not to need help and their hearts sounded healthy and perfect. Meegan was over joyed and when Connie finally let her go, she crossed to the little angles in their beds.
"You can hold them Meegan." Rose's voice came from just behind her. "They need to be held as much as possible as soon as possible."
Meegan beamed up at the nurse and dragged the glider over next to the cribs. Years of experience had both babies swaddled and in her arms in just a moment. It was more than her heart could hold as each incredibly tiny baby was placed in her arms. Tears welled and flowed once more as she gently rocked the tiny perfect people, their little eyes shiny with the ointment put there, their cheeks pink from exertion, and their hair still slightly matted to their heads.
"Hello, my little ones. I'm one of your mommies. You'll get to call me Mom. I've waited for so long for you, and you are God's perfect miracles. You were given to us to bring up in this world so that you can make a difference. Big things are waiting for the two of you."
She kissed their little heads, which elicited tiny little squeaks, and simply stared and rocked and murmured until Rose touched her shoulder twenty minutes later.
"It's time to see if we can get little Abigail to eat."
Meegan smiled gently and gave the nurse the little blond baby. She moved Rebeccah into both of her arms and went back to murmuring quietly to her.
Rachyl
17 years ago
"Normally we try to feed them closer after their birth," Amanda was saying as Rose placed Abigail, gently unwrapped from her pink baby blanket, on Rachyl's naked belly.
Rachyl looked apologetically at Nyra and Connie; she knew their friends had witnessed simultaneously the most disgusting and most beautiful thing in a human's life, and seeing them standing close by her bed, far enough away to not get splashed by anything but close enough to be useful and at hand, gave her a rush of warmth.
Or that could have been the slowly increasing temperature in the room. With the door now closed, the only sounds were each woman's breathing, the gentle whish-tick of the heart monitors, and the hungry grunts of baby Abigail as she slowly wormed her way over her mother's now-deflated belly towards "lunch."
Rachyl saw the baby brush her hands against her face, then perk up and wriggle a little bit more. Parting her birthing smock, Rachyl watched with, at first, detached interest, then hopeful pride as her baby daughter nuzzled against the visibly swelled roundnesses of her breasts. Nearly giggling as tiny wrinkled pudgy hands pushed against first one, then the other, she barely blinked or breathed as Abigail then began to lick at her skin.
When the little seeking pair of lips finally found the protruding nub of her engorged nipple, she let out a soft squeak at the tentative gum-bite. Those shocking blue eyes opened and looked up at her, then closed as the little cheeks began to move, as her daughter began to feed. Gently Rachyl reached down and rotated the bottom end of her body, stopping its slow slide off her belly, and cradled her with one arm. Stroking her available cheek and forehead, Rachyl paused in her caresses for a moment and looked up at Meegan, smiling.
Rachyl looked apologetically at Nyra and Connie; she knew their friends had witnessed simultaneously the most disgusting and most beautiful thing in a human's life, and seeing them standing close by her bed, far enough away to not get splashed by anything but close enough to be useful and at hand, gave her a rush of warmth.
Or that could have been the slowly increasing temperature in the room. With the door now closed, the only sounds were each woman's breathing, the gentle whish-tick of the heart monitors, and the hungry grunts of baby Abigail as she slowly wormed her way over her mother's now-deflated belly towards "lunch."
Rachyl saw the baby brush her hands against her face, then perk up and wriggle a little bit more. Parting her birthing smock, Rachyl watched with, at first, detached interest, then hopeful pride as her baby daughter nuzzled against the visibly swelled roundnesses of her breasts. Nearly giggling as tiny wrinkled pudgy hands pushed against first one, then the other, she barely blinked or breathed as Abigail then began to lick at her skin.
When the little seeking pair of lips finally found the protruding nub of her engorged nipple, she let out a soft squeak at the tentative gum-bite. Those shocking blue eyes opened and looked up at her, then closed as the little cheeks began to move, as her daughter began to feed. Gently Rachyl reached down and rotated the bottom end of her body, stopping its slow slide off her belly, and cradled her with one arm. Stroking her available cheek and forehead, Rachyl paused in her caresses for a moment and looked up at Meegan, smiling.
Meegan
17 years ago
Meegan watched in rapt fascination at Abigail did her first bit of learning and found her mother's breast. It was amazing to watch the little tiny thing complete one of the most instinctual acts of her human life. It was unreal to watch those little cheeks move in and out and to hear those little grunting swallowing noises.
She smiled up at Rachyl, tears shining in her eyes. Standing gently she brought Rebeccah over to the bedside and used her free hand to gently stroke the top of Abigail's head and then Rachyl's cheek. She leaned over and pressed a kiss to Rachyl's lips.
"I am so proud of you. Thank you for these perfect little miracles, and for your love of me to help bring them into this world."
She looked back down at the nursing baby and found her snuggled against Rachyl's breast fast asleep. She gave a little giggle and very carefully placed Rebeccah in Rachyl's free arm and took the sleeping Abigail from her nest and cuddled her close soothing away the crumpled brow and pouty lip of a baby moved in its sleep.
She smiled up at Rachyl, tears shining in her eyes. Standing gently she brought Rebeccah over to the bedside and used her free hand to gently stroke the top of Abigail's head and then Rachyl's cheek. She leaned over and pressed a kiss to Rachyl's lips.
"I am so proud of you. Thank you for these perfect little miracles, and for your love of me to help bring them into this world."
She looked back down at the nursing baby and found her snuggled against Rachyl's breast fast asleep. She gave a little giggle and very carefully placed Rebeccah in Rachyl's free arm and took the sleeping Abigail from her nest and cuddled her close soothing away the crumpled brow and pouty lip of a baby moved in its sleep.
Rachyl
17 years ago
Rachyl wished the softness of Meegan's lips would stay against hers for a bit longer, but the swapping of her daughters on her belly brought a different swell of ecstasy inside her. Rebeccah, lying on her belly, just looked up at her as if to say "You want me to do what?" Reaching out, Rachyl gently drew her closer to her un-used breast and let out a sigh when her lips finally locked onto lunch.
After a few minutes of incredulous staring at her younger daughter, she looked up and around the room. Connie was fiddling with Abigail's foot through her swaddling, and Nyra was watching, a bit distant from both. Crooking her finger at Nyra, she beckoned the artist over. When she put her hands on the rail of the bed, Rachyl reached for one and brought it to her lips, kissing the knuckles gently. "Thank you very much for allowing me to hold your hands, Nyra. I hope I didn't hurt you."
The artist gave her assurances that she endured only discomfort and not injury, and Rachyl smiled as she stared at the feeding baby at her breast.
After a while, Rebeccah too disengaged from her nipple, and fell asleep, her fisted little hand pressed up against her cheek as she seemed to bury herself away from the light in the room. When Meegan returned both babies to their little beds and came over to her, Rachyl looked up, somewhat bashful, a request waiting on her tongue. "So, uhm... when does Mommy get to eat?"
After a few minutes of incredulous staring at her younger daughter, she looked up and around the room. Connie was fiddling with Abigail's foot through her swaddling, and Nyra was watching, a bit distant from both. Crooking her finger at Nyra, she beckoned the artist over. When she put her hands on the rail of the bed, Rachyl reached for one and brought it to her lips, kissing the knuckles gently. "Thank you very much for allowing me to hold your hands, Nyra. I hope I didn't hurt you."
The artist gave her assurances that she endured only discomfort and not injury, and Rachyl smiled as she stared at the feeding baby at her breast.
After a while, Rebeccah too disengaged from her nipple, and fell asleep, her fisted little hand pressed up against her cheek as she seemed to bury herself away from the light in the room. When Meegan returned both babies to their little beds and came over to her, Rachyl looked up, somewhat bashful, a request waiting on her tongue. "So, uhm... when does Mommy get to eat?"
Meegan
17 years ago
Rose chuckled from the little alcove where she was filling out paper work. Meegan saw her check her watch while shaking her head. "Well dinner isn't scheduled to be delivered for another three hours, but I think we can get you some crackers and Jell-o and chicken broth until then. Though it will be a new nurse. I've over stayed my welcome and I'm off for the next two days. I'll go get your snack and your new nurse. Alright?"
Meegan crossed the room and took the nurse into a big bear hug. "Thank you so much for all your hard work with us."
Rose gave the designer's back a gentle pat and pulled away. "It was my pleasure. You take good care of those girls now, okay?"
"We will." Meegan beamed at the nurses back as ideas for thank you gifts began to tumble through her head. She turned to Connie, who had been quietly snapping pictures through the whole thing. "Did you get any of her with the girls?"
She was assured that there were several and Meegan was happy with that, so she gave Connie a hug too. A few minutes later their new nurse, Kendall, came in with a little pink tray that held a steaming bowl, several packets of crackers and a foil covered Jell-o tub.
Meegan crossed the room and took the nurse into a big bear hug. "Thank you so much for all your hard work with us."
Rose gave the designer's back a gentle pat and pulled away. "It was my pleasure. You take good care of those girls now, okay?"
"We will." Meegan beamed at the nurses back as ideas for thank you gifts began to tumble through her head. She turned to Connie, who had been quietly snapping pictures through the whole thing. "Did you get any of her with the girls?"
She was assured that there were several and Meegan was happy with that, so she gave Connie a hug too. A few minutes later their new nurse, Kendall, came in with a little pink tray that held a steaming bowl, several packets of crackers and a foil covered Jell-o tub.
Rachyl
17 years ago
Rachyl reclined on her angled bed with a sigh, and stared over at her babies for a few moments. She gave a weary wave to Rosa as the woman left, and made a mental note to have Meegan send her a thank you gift.
Half flopping over to look at her friends, she thanked Nyra and Connie for coming, for their help, for the pictures - Rachyl hadn't even noticed the flashes, and really hoped they weren't too explicit or bloody - and for everything.
The pink tray was a nice touch. The whole floor seemed maternity themed - major irony there, and she made herself giggle - she recognized "punchy" exhaustion in herself when she felt it but the 3-in-the-afternoon thing was a bit odd. "Crackers, ladies? I feel bad keeping you all hostage for the last few hours while I popped out a couple babies. But I don't think I can put into words how grateful and honored I am to have had you both present for their births."
She got the responses she'd expected - "Oh we ate before we came" - and of course Connie's ears pinkened when Nyra said that, drawing a smirk which Rachyl hid behind the bowl of broth. "We were so honored to be here, thank you for having us," and "It was the least we could do," and other things that the redhead new mother lost in the sudden unmistakable sound of her belly rumbling. Blowing gently across the surface of the bowl, she stirred it gently and nibbled on a cracker.
"Who wants to call Grandmom?" She snickered through her nose as she chewed, blowing crumbs from her hand-held crackerbit into her broth.
Half flopping over to look at her friends, she thanked Nyra and Connie for coming, for their help, for the pictures - Rachyl hadn't even noticed the flashes, and really hoped they weren't too explicit or bloody - and for everything.
The pink tray was a nice touch. The whole floor seemed maternity themed - major irony there, and she made herself giggle - she recognized "punchy" exhaustion in herself when she felt it but the 3-in-the-afternoon thing was a bit odd. "Crackers, ladies? I feel bad keeping you all hostage for the last few hours while I popped out a couple babies. But I don't think I can put into words how grateful and honored I am to have had you both present for their births."
She got the responses she'd expected - "Oh we ate before we came" - and of course Connie's ears pinkened when Nyra said that, drawing a smirk which Rachyl hid behind the bowl of broth. "We were so honored to be here, thank you for having us," and "It was the least we could do," and other things that the redhead new mother lost in the sudden unmistakable sound of her belly rumbling. Blowing gently across the surface of the bowl, she stirred it gently and nibbled on a cracker.
"Who wants to call Grandmom?" She snickered through her nose as she chewed, blowing crumbs from her hand-held crackerbit into her broth.
Meegan
17 years ago
Meegan shook her head to decline Rachyl's offer. She went to her bag and pulled out her palm pilot, cell phone and the "List of People to Call."
"I am." She piped up, chuckling at Rachyl. "Then I'm going to run down to the gift shop deli thing and get a sandwich."
She pulled up Rachyl's mom's number and dialed it into her phone. Their conversation was brief. Mostly The girls were born, their weights and lots of congratulations and I'm so exciteds. Meegan hung up the phone and crossed the room. She pressed a gentle kiss to Rachyl's lips, then one on the forehead of each baby.
"I expect to come back to a sleeping Mommy." Laughing she left the room in search of food, but also a silly little gift to go along with the necklace in her bag.
"I am." She piped up, chuckling at Rachyl. "Then I'm going to run down to the gift shop deli thing and get a sandwich."
She pulled up Rachyl's mom's number and dialed it into her phone. Their conversation was brief. Mostly The girls were born, their weights and lots of congratulations and I'm so exciteds. Meegan hung up the phone and crossed the room. She pressed a gentle kiss to Rachyl's lips, then one on the forehead of each baby.
"I expect to come back to a sleeping Mommy." Laughing she left the room in search of food, but also a silly little gift to go along with the necklace in her bag.
Meegan
17 years ago
Meegan found the gift shop with little difficulty, and took a trip around the new baby shop so that she could think of what she wanted while she ordered something to eat. She chose a large salad, a ham and swiss sandwich on a croissant, a bowl of fruit salad, two bottles of 100% cranberry juice, and two bottles of water. They put it all in a nice paper bag and the white haired woman, put down her knitting and politely took Meegan's credit card with a gentle smile. She thanked her and went back to the separate gift shop that held nothing but new baby gifts.
Meegan had a pleasant conversation with the red-smocked volunteer in there as she chose a set of pink teddy bears that were sort of sown together and said,It's Girls! Chuckling she took it to counter and smiled at the congratulations the clerk gave her on the girls and headed back up to the room with the food and bears.
She entered to find Connie and Nyra napping on the little day bed, Rachyl sound asleep in her bed and the girls just as asleep in their beds. She giggled quietly and set the food on the table. Across the room one of the babies made a noise and she went to investigate. Abigail had opened her eyes and was making little grunting noises. Gently she picked the tiny bundle up and sat down in the glider, gently she rocked and cooed as the little person stared back up at her with bright blue eyes.
Meegan had a pleasant conversation with the red-smocked volunteer in there as she chose a set of pink teddy bears that were sort of sown together and said,It's Girls! Chuckling she took it to counter and smiled at the congratulations the clerk gave her on the girls and headed back up to the room with the food and bears.
She entered to find Connie and Nyra napping on the little day bed, Rachyl sound asleep in her bed and the girls just as asleep in their beds. She giggled quietly and set the food on the table. Across the room one of the babies made a noise and she went to investigate. Abigail had opened her eyes and was making little grunting noises. Gently she picked the tiny bundle up and sat down in the glider, gently she rocked and cooed as the little person stared back up at her with bright blue eyes.
Rachyl
17 years ago
It wasn't the most restful sleep she'd ever had, she realized as she rose and fell in the slow swing of unconsciousness, but it felt good to feel lighter, to feel sort of empty. Dreams were scarce, for a change. Her body felt like it had been through a meat grinder, but at least this meat grinder was more fulfilling than when she'd had her appendix out, or... had that bad experience.
She heard the return of Meegan; those footsteps were hard to mistake. She wanted to waken, to hold a daughter or two, but she was just so tired...
She wasn't sure how long she was out, after hearing her lover come back, but she realized that all that drinking and IV fluid she'd taken in had begun its slow, quiet message of "I'm ready to go." Grunting as she swung her legs over the side of the bed, she carefully wiggled out and, gently wrapping the IV line around her hand before grasping the pole, walked into her bathroom. She might have scratched at her backside on the way in; an indistinguishable comment of "that's attractive" went unacknowledged.
Business taken care of, she wiped and sat on the toilet, rolling her shoulders and neck. She decided she might need to ask for a massage or three.
Standing and peering into the mirror, she pursed her lips at her reflection, ha'ed her breath into her hand and scrunched her nose at the ickyness. Squirting a quick tab of toothpaste on her finger, she brushed at her teeth haphazardly and swooshed a mouthful of water before spitting. Wiping her face with a damp paper towel, she padded back out to her children.
Staring down at the serene, still face - but for nostril wiggling breathing - of Rebeccah June Walker-Masters, she tenderly stroked a finger on that pert little nose, the tiny hands wrapped with too much wrinkly skin, the delicate curve of her ears. She felt eyes on her, and looked up, across the room, to see the emerald green and crystal blue of the other two women in her family gazing at her.
Slowly Rachyl made her way over to Meegan, and after first pressing a gentle kiss to the forehead of the blonde bundle before her, she pressed another to the forehead of her mother.
She heard the return of Meegan; those footsteps were hard to mistake. She wanted to waken, to hold a daughter or two, but she was just so tired...
She wasn't sure how long she was out, after hearing her lover come back, but she realized that all that drinking and IV fluid she'd taken in had begun its slow, quiet message of "I'm ready to go." Grunting as she swung her legs over the side of the bed, she carefully wiggled out and, gently wrapping the IV line around her hand before grasping the pole, walked into her bathroom. She might have scratched at her backside on the way in; an indistinguishable comment of "that's attractive" went unacknowledged.
Business taken care of, she wiped and sat on the toilet, rolling her shoulders and neck. She decided she might need to ask for a massage or three.
Standing and peering into the mirror, she pursed her lips at her reflection, ha'ed her breath into her hand and scrunched her nose at the ickyness. Squirting a quick tab of toothpaste on her finger, she brushed at her teeth haphazardly and swooshed a mouthful of water before spitting. Wiping her face with a damp paper towel, she padded back out to her children.
Staring down at the serene, still face - but for nostril wiggling breathing - of Rebeccah June Walker-Masters, she tenderly stroked a finger on that pert little nose, the tiny hands wrapped with too much wrinkly skin, the delicate curve of her ears. She felt eyes on her, and looked up, across the room, to see the emerald green and crystal blue of the other two women in her family gazing at her.
Slowly Rachyl made her way over to Meegan, and after first pressing a gentle kiss to the forehead of the blonde bundle before her, she pressed another to the forehead of her mother.