Healthy | MTI ~ Taemi
genre: angst, fluff
summary: taemi’s birth includes complications
age: Taemi = newborn
warnings: labour, labour complications (heart defects, jaundis)
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“Just a few more pushes, Y/N!” the midwife smiled.
“You can do it, precious,” Taeil whispered, one hand stroking your hair gently, the other one being squeezed to death by yours.
You began to sob, Taeil sighing as wiped away your tears.
“It hurts so bad!” you screeched.
Taeil smiled, giving you a quick kiss, mumbling against your lips, “you’re amazing. Just a few more pushes and we met our daughter.”
With a deep breath, you pushed once again, feeling a rush of relief as the midwife took your baby into her arms.
“She’s not crying,” you gasped, looking to your husband in worry, “why isn’t she crying?!”
Suddenly, there was a rush of nurses surrounding your baby, dashing her away.
“What is it?!” you exclaimed, already having been through this once, “what’s wrong?!”
“I’m sure it’s okay,” Taeil whispered, “you did so well.”
“No, look!” you sobbed, seeing one of nurses started to pump her fingers on your daughter’s tiny body.
“Mrs Moon, Mr Moon, your daughter had managed to tangle the umbilcal cord around her neck, restricting her breath flow,” the midwife explained.
“All good,” the nurse spoke, many hands now taking the small baby around the room as cries sounded out, you and Taeil almost fainting with relief.
“But, she’s all healthy,” the midwife smiled, “congratulations.”
Sobbing once again, Taeil pulled you into his arms, kissing your head.
“She’s here, we have our daughter. Our baby,” he sighed.
“Here you go, Mrs Moon,” a nurse spoke, bowing as she handed you the baby.
Taking the bundle of blankets into your arms, you sniffled.
“Don’t do that to us, Miss,” you scolded.
Taeil laughed, pushing the blankets away from her mouth and leaning down to give her a kiss, “you scared us, princess.”
“She’s so pretty though,” you whispered, stroking the side of her face with a gentle finger, “her skin—”
“Stop worrying,” Taeil chuckled, “she’s here, in your arms, alive and healthy. That’s what matters. We did it, or, really, you did it.”
“The results of our testing do say that baby Moon has jaundis,” a nurse announced, breaking the silent, calm atmosphere, “but after a couple days in UV lights, she should be good to go, we’ll make sure to keep an eye on her in the meantime. Congratulations.”
You nodded, smiling back down at your baby.
“Our Taemi,” Taeil whispered, his voice a quiet call, “thank you.”