Now you can, I've made a playlist of my current favorites, it is always changing and I'm always looking to add more videos. I'll leave the link below if you want to check it out!
I love this family so much, this is one of my favorite videos ever, this is the birth of their second child this entire video is a masterpiece, the birthing parent being so wide open like that and while her wife is so intimately touching her and rubbing on her and holding her legs open while she watches her crown 🥹 and huge bonus because all the family members around
#Birthvideos Sorry i forgot to make the link available to everyone the first time !!! This archive is made for fans of birth videos , especially hospital and instrument births !! belly press (kristeller manuever) episiotomies and much more !! We bring you a mix of old and new footage !! a good combo of popular and common videos as well as more rare ones !!! Folder 3 will be coming later this summer !! hope these links work !! (for educational and souvenier purposes only ) 18+ only to view please !! THIS ARCHIVE IS TO SAVE, ENJOY AND KEEP BIRTH VIDEOS GOING !! Sometimes they are removed from Ytube and other sites and sources !! let's keep these videos alive and build our collections going forward !!!
I didn't realize, really, what I'd agreed to when I signed the form for the forceps but at that point I wasn't really in any state to be making decisions at all.
I'd been in labor for 57 hours, 44 of them after the epidural I planned for -- and begged for -- failed to do anything at all. But I had the needle in my back so, by hospital policy, I was tethered to the bed for the whole labor anyway, unable to do much more than flip my aching, bloated frame from side to side and pray for it to be over.
Transition was worse than I could have ever possibly imagined. It was like a vice wrapped around my hips and lower belly, crushing the bones of my pelvis into dust every 90 seconds, lasting for over a minute, with mere seconds of rest between each onslaught. At the one hour mark of this agony I overheard, over the sound of my own screams, an OB nurse say she'd never seen a transition this tough go on this long.
So violent was my son's drop into my pelvic girdle and the sudden, overwhelming pressure to push that I screamed "he's breaking me, OH MY GOD, my MY HIPS, MY ASS, IT HURTS SO BAD!"
I wasn't one of those moms who felt empowered when I was told I could start pushing. On the contrary, I knew from the second I started bearing down and felt my tailbone creak that something was very wrong. I knew with every fiber of my being that my child was way, way too big to come out of me and me be left intact.
"Cut him out, oh dear God, please, please, I feel like I'm gonna die, I can feel my pelvis GRINDING, MY ASSHOLE OH GOD MY ASSHOLE, oh God please, I can't take it anymore, please GET HIM OUT!"
That's when they handed me the form for the forceps. I signed so fast they were putting me up in stirrups before the clipboard was even out of my hands.
All the sudden I felt a freezing cold liquid dousing my pussy lips and a gloved hand entering my hole. At first it was a rimming and then, without warning, it felt like I was being roughly fisted. I didn't even have a chance to object, though, before a contraction was gripping me and I could do nothing but screech as it forced my massive baby deeper into my overloaded birth canal.
I think they must have told me they had to cut me as part of the procedure but I never expected them to do it during a contraction or without numbing me. I felt the scalpel slicing through my tender tissues and, almost immediately, the unimaginable searing agony of a metal spatula being forced into my overstuffed birth tube.
I was shaking so hard in the stirrups that I had a nurse on either side, forcing my thighs into the cold metal. The second spatula going in, impossibly, was so much worse than the first. There was no room left and, to add insult to injury, I could feel my son, wedged firmly in my hips kicking hard, adding to my overall misery.
I was too out of it, in too much distress, to be extended the courtesy of knowing what was going on down there. They didn't even tell me when they were going to pull the head out so the utter destruction of my perineum, urethra, and asshole -- which felt like a grenade had gone off in my nethers -- was a complete and total surprise.
"I'M RIPPING, MY PEE HOLE, OH MY GOD, MY PEE HOLE TORE!"
The severity of my injuries immediately rippled through the room and I felt an oxygen mask being placed over my face. A nurse was trying to talk to me but my vision was tunneling. I'm ashamed to say I couldn't even think of my baby, all I could focus on was the unbelievable agony between my legs.
The shoulders, well, I was already ripped so bad you would think it couldn't get any worse but, it turned out, one piece of me had been spared. But, my premonition had been correct: this birth would destroy me down there forever. When he turned, the left shoulder almost entirely detached my clitoris.
My eyes rolled back in my head and I could feel myself start to vomit from the sheer agony of it all. They were turning my head to the side to keep me from aspirating as they pulled the rest of his body out.
The massive gush of fluids as he left my body was a new level of pain. My gruesome tears stung as it kept coming, coating my thighs and the floor.
My vision started to go black as I felt a gloved hand examining what used to be my genitals. I could only sob as I clenched down painfully on nothing, the continuous leak of birth fluids searing through my ripped skin. I could hear voices around me but I'd lost the ability to follow the plot.
"Her clitoris is hanging on by a thread."
"She's going to need a total urethra repair."
"Call plastic surgery. She's gonna need a lot more than that."
Before I lost consciousness, I heard someone say my son was fine and he'd weighed in at 19lbs.
My poor pussy clenched down on nothing again and I let out a pitiful wail. A nurse near my head stroked my hair and tried to reassure me I'd be under anesthesia soon. I was in so much pain I had no dignity left.
"Please, put something in my pussy, oh God, it hurts so bad. Please, it hurts when it clenches, OH GOD PUT ME OUT."
The last thing I felt before losing consciousness was a gloved first shoving through my tears and settling, as I'd asked, in my overstretched hole. I moaned pitifully, so badly injured that this one tiny mercy felt like a blissful relief.
The last thing I heard was a male voice, full of awe and a bit of mirth.
"You'd think she'd never want anything inside her again!"
this… this is what i wish i could be doing at the moment. laying in bed, vibe to my cl!t, watching in endearment as our baby wriggles about while i please myself.
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