I LOVE the thought of Normal H being guided through midwife missus’ birth at home. Can you go more into detail of their dialogue and him trying to comfort her, with her simultaneously trying to explain through her most painful contractions.
Aww, I’m glad! Thank you, angel! :’)) I feel it would be pretty similar to the kind of things H says in her deliveries, but obviously here he takes a much more active role. I think he’d kind of realize that ultimately all he can really do in the moment is get ready to catch the baby.
I can see her having a panicky moment, probably as the baby starts to crown and she’s overwhelmed and scared for a second because it feels surreal that she’s actually about to have the baby on their bedroom floor, so far away from what they planned, and she just sort of whimpers/moans out, “Harry, I don’t know!”
She feels him put his hand on the small of her back from behind her. “I know, it’s okay. I’ve gotcha, I’m right here. We’re doing good.” She can tell from the way his voice wavers a little that he working so hard to keep it steady and comforting himself as he’s comforting her. “I think you just keep going like what you’ve been doing. I can see so much more of their head when you push.” Helping her guide her hand around so she can feel where the baby’s head is bulging.
She feels the very top of the baby’s head of a moment, trying to visual “Okay, okay,” she pants, a second later another contraction and a push, feeling a little bit more of the baby’s head more down into her palm. She keeps her hand there for the next push, and Harry starts when a tight whimper leaves her throat and then a yelp. She knows by the tight stinging and the pressure and how much she can feel of the baby’s head now that she’s crowning. Even though she knows exactly what it is, she can’t help but to whimper out, “It hurts.”
“I’m sorry, baby, You’ve got it,” Harry says, rubbing her thigh comfortingly. “Keeping breathing through the rest of this one.”
She nods, keeping her eyes closed and giving all of her focus to breathing, yelping at that final stretch as she feels the baby moving down. With a soft, “It’s coming,” to warn him, she feels the head be born into her hand with a cry of relief. She takes her hand away, needing a little more stability.
From there it’s one more contraction. The missus telling Harry, “Here comes a shoulder...and the other one... Get ready to catch them” and then all of the pressure is gone. She opens her eyes and a moment later hears a soft wail from behind her.
“You did it! You did it, baby!” she hears Harry say, tears in his voice. “Hi, bubba. Hi, mate. Thanks for crying straight away.”
Harry passes the baby up between her legs and she instantly grabs for them, bringing them to her chest and the second they’re on her skin, bursting into tears. “My baby!” she cries. “Oh, hello, lovey. Hi, honey. You’re beautiful.” She kisses the top of their sticky head. With Harry’s help she turns around to sit back against their bed, Harry grabbing one of the towels beside them and draping it over the baby’s back. Kissing the missus as he does. “You were in a hurry, huh?” She nuzzles the crown of their head, kissing them again.
I can see them kind of laughing a little, mixed with their tears, just looking at each other in total disbelief that that really just happened.
