#labor tw

[ether-chosen]

@summonsofink LETS HOPE THESE ARE HIXTON-BRACKS AND NOT THE REAL DEAL BUT UH JUST KNOW THAT I MIGHT LITERALLY DESTROY YOUR HAND

[makaylahoffmann]

Who: Makayla Hoffmann Self Para

Where: Hoffmann household and Kismet Harbor Hospital

When: May 14-15, 2025

Bed rest for a few weeks had cause Mack to grow stir crazy more so than she had anticipated. She had begun to go from room to room making lists of things that needed to be fixed, cleaned, redone, or rearranged. She had done this routine more than once a week as the house was empty otherwise, save for her trusty companion Nala who followed closely behind her. The day started out as usual, the kids getting dropped off at school by Ethan, as she couldn't drive anymore, and she started her new routine, starting with the nursery. However at some point she knew that it was finished and nothing more needed to be done, but she still was antsy. Maybe a bit more so since her due date had come and gone and still nothing, so she distracted herself and before she knew it, the kids were dropped off and Ethan came home. She had out up dinner in a crock pot that afternoin was dinner was easy, easy serving and easy clean up for everyone.

After the kids had gone down for bed, Mack climbed into her own bed, exhausted from the day and ready to sleep and do it all over again tomorrow. Well into a dream like state, she felt pain shooting from her stomach, awakening her and reaching out for Ethan. "Shit," she winced, groggy like staring to see what time it was, thinking that it was a one off kick by the baby. Settling back in, she started to fall asleep when it happened again and this time she knew it was just baby girl kicking, no baby girl was getting ready to enter the world.

Grabbing Ethan's arm, she grit her teeth and breathed for a moment, letting the contraction come and go before telling him. "Babe, wake up," she winced and let out a yelp, to which Nala came over to investigate, "I think it's time we call your parents or mine." She gripped the edge of the bed as another contraction had started, her almost forgetting how intense the pain was. She let it finish before she got up, to walk off the pain and to start getting dressed. Her water hadn't broken just yet, but she knew it was time and that she was in active labor.

Thankfully they were able to get a neighbor to stay with the kids until Ethan's parents got there, as she and her husband raced to the hospital, her water breaking just as she got into his suv. Getting there in record time, they were up in a room within ten minutes of arriving. Thankful he was an ER nurse, she was not complaining about the quick service afforded to her. But all she cared about now was settling in for the next however many hours, excited and nervous to meet their little girl.

After a grueling sixteen hours of labor, Mack was told she could start pushing. Practicing her breathing, she pushed and held Ethan's hand as she did so. It took some time, but after a little less than an hour, the cries of a newborn baby filled the air. Mack, exhausted, leaned back and chuckled, before sighing and crying, kissing Ethan before he cut the cord. As the baby was cleaned up and handed over to her, she smiled and held her close. "Welcome to the world Anna Carla Hoffmann, we are so happy to meet you."

[havenhawthorne]

𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 @julianxhawthorne

post dated for march 24th, 2025

One of the many things Haven had hated about the return of racing season was the fact that she was entirely too pregnant to fly anymore. She was finally in the final stretch, only about four weeks left to go, and she felt it more and more every single day. The boys seemed to have taken up a new hobby of wrestling as a full-time sport, judging by the way they twisted and rolled in a way that left her breathless and aching. She was trying to tough it out—she remembered all too well how miserable she’d been at the end of her pregnancy with Lake—but something about the way she’d felt since getting out of bed that morning unsettled her. A nagging uneasiness sat in her chest, though she brushed it off, pushing through her morning routine. She had breakfast with Lake, sent him off for the day, and reminded herself that Julian would be home within a few hours. That alone was enough to keep her going. Race days felt harder now that she couldn’t be with him; she was just thankful for texts and FaceTime calls to close the distance.

Lately, nesting mode had taken over her life. If she wasn’t cooking dinner or spending time with Lake, she was cleaning—scrubbing every inch of their six-bedroom home like her life depended on it. Julian had told her a hundred times that they could hire someone to handle whatever needed doing, but this was different. These were their babies, and there was something deeply personal, almost sacred, about preparing for their arrival herself. So, she organized bottles, washed tiny onesies, folded blankets, and cried over just how impossibly small they were. She was so caught up in the process that she barely registered the growing tightness in her abdomen, brushing off each wave of discomfort as just another symptom of being this pregnant.

She hadn’t even noticed that she’d skipped lunch. Or that the dull pains she’d been feeling all morning had steadily intensified, creeping closer together until they stole her breath and forced her to pause. It wasn’t until she was at the sink, sanitizing bottles and placing them carefully in the designated station she’d set up, that a particularly sharp contraction hit. It started deep, tightening like a fist around her midsection and radiating outward, knocking the wind out of her. Her fingers clenched around the counter, her free hand pressing against the solid curve of her stomach as she closed her eyes, exhaling sharply. Okay. That was definitely not just a normal pregnancy ache.

The pain passed, but the realization didn’t. This is happening. She blinked, trying to steady herself, scanning the kitchen as if it might give her an answer on what to do next. Before she could even begin to formulate a plan, the sound of the front door closing echoed through the house.

Julian was home.

[kalissimsblog]

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[artyflames]

Jakkral in labor. She had a hard time since she lost a lot of her hive members, and marmoo…and she didn’t exactly trust others at the time. She was scared

[peanutty]

willa and andy had another holiday baby. In the early morning of winterfest, baby fox was born <3

[livrhodes]

Starter for: @vincenzo-inendino​ & @leannerhodes​

Where: Rhodes House

Thanksgiving at the Rhodes house went great as usual. They all had a great time as a family, and everyone seemed to have enjoyed themselves. Liv, however, was so uncomfortable that she didn’t eat nearly the amount of food that she did every year. She was still pregnant with the twins and was super uncomfortable. Not to mention she had been having some contractions, but really didn’t think anything of it. She had been through this before and knew that sometimes things took a while. After dinner they all sat around and Liv tried to play it off like everything was fine, and she didn’t think anyone thought anything of it. At least if they didn’t, they didn’t say anything to her about it. She thought a distraction might do her some good for now. “Does anyone need help with anything?” She asked, taking a deep breath as she tried to stand up. “Give me something to do.” 

[nanlanmoarchived]

@putyourbabyfangsaway​ said :  ‘My baby, my baby.’

Laboring had been the easy part. The pain of it wasn’t fun, nor was the constant yammering of Dr. Ludwig as she continually checked in, but her body seemed to know what to do for the most part. The crossroads of a supernatural body hellbent on healing itself and a process that required the body to change in ways it’d never experienced, however, was not a fun one to be at. With daybreak impending and none of them certain as to how her body would react to the bleeds a decision was made and the emergency c-section done in the middle of their room. No sooner were the babes born and safe, peace fell over the house and the family rested. Night fell and the redhead roused, searching the room only for a smile to pull across her lips as she watched the Viking curl around the tiny bundle in his arms, “Hey.”