The contractions woke me up at six fifteen in the morning. Why can't babies ever let there birth mothers have a decent night of sleep before they decide it's time to arrive? I alerted the nurse who came to check on me a little later. Once, days like these, birthing days, used to get me all excited, but not anymore. I'd been doing this for way too long. It was my 18th time giving birth to a child someone else would raise. I had spent my entire adult life in the surrogacy home.
It wasn't a bad way to make a living, per ce. I moved in here at 18. I was the youngest in a rather poor family, it's not like I had a million opportunities. At the surrogate center, they'd take me in, put food on the table, a roof over my head and a small sum of money, for the rent of my uterus and my skills as a birther. It was a decent deal. At least I'd never go hungry. And I sort of liked the idea of helping couples who couldn't have children on their own. It felt like I was doing something meaningful, perhaps the only meaningful thing a drop-out loser like me could ever do.
But that was then. When I was young and had life ahead of me. Now I was a lot older. In a few years I wouldn't be able to bear children anymore. I was, like old police men say in the movies, getting too old for this shit. When I entered the exam room at a few minutes past eight that morning, and lay down, legs spread, in from of Dr. Barnes, like I'd done so many times before, I informed him that this would be my last job.
- Really? Are you sure, Rose? he asked, as he began probing me with two gloved fingers.
- Yes. I'll push this one out, and then I'm done. There's gotta be more to life, than lying like this, with my legs in holders and a guy's hands up my pussy, I said with a sly smile. Over the years, we'd developed a friendly tone. He had delivered my four last ones, and about seven or eight in total.
- Well, well. We'll miss you, but I guess you've done more than anyone can ask for this place, he said. - Let's just finish this one last gig together, then, shall we?
I nodded, as a strong contraction hit me and I needed to bite my teeth and pant to get through it. Barnes knew me well enough to know I didn't need any breathing exercises or other kinds of support, I knew what I was doing.
- You're pretty much fully dilated now, so just start pushing when you're ready, ok? Your water broke a while ago, I understand?
- Mhm... I panted. - When I was on the toilet earlier. It must be an hour ago now.
- Ok. You're progressing nicely, he assured me, as he began rubbing my clit with his gloved thumb. - You just do your thing. This'll be over in no time.
I tried to relax and enjoy the stimulation he was giving me. But the urge to push was building up inside me, and I knew it was time to get to work. I let me thighs fall further apart as a new contraction started to build up.
- Ah... Here we go... I need to push now!
- Good, Rose, good. Let's see a nice, hard push now. One, two, three!
I pushed. Like so many times before. I knew exactly how to get the most effect from the work I was putting in, and I could feel the child moving down inside me, stretching me open more and more with each second.
- Feels like a big one, I managed between clenches.
- Yup. The last measure did show a bit more weight than any of your previous ones. So you have got a bit of work ahead of you, Barnes said, checking his computer screen. - Oh, and those measurements are a week old. The baby must have grown a bit by then. Let's hope it's not too bad.
Then I couldn't talk anymore, my body needed all my energy in the lower region. I bit my lip as I grunted loudly and pushed again, hard, long pushes...
- Good, Rose, you're doing great. Keep pushing, I just want to take your temperature real quick... Barnes grabbed a long steel thermometer and slid it into my anus as I kept pushing with all my might. He had to hold it in there, until he let it slide back into his hand. - Your temperature is fine, no worries there. Keep pushing!
My labia is beginning to open now. I can feel the head spreading my lips down there. Barnes sees it, too.
- You're starting to crown...
- I know! I hiss, as I push again.
- Sorry, sorry, of course. Want me to add some pressure from behind, like last time? he asks. I nod. I'll take any help I can get, this kid feels huge. Barnes slowly, but surely, inserts a finger into my anus, then another one. He goes deeper and deeper. The added pressure makes the head glide faster. The lips are opening more and more... and more... I let out a sort of shout as the head pops out. Barnes quickly changes his gloves, before he begins to guide the shoulders.
- Nearly there... push... oh, my, this is a big one, huh?
I can't reply, I just grunt and breathe, as I push with everything I've got. I feel it sliding out, slowly, slowly, but more and more... I try to force my legs further apart, giving the baby more room.
And with the last push, I send the huge baby flying into the doctors hands. I fall back on the table with a sigh, completely exhausted.
- It's a boy! A big, strong boy! Barnes laughs. - Do you want to hold him?
- Sure, I say with a smile. All my children have stayed with me for an hour or so, before going to their new parents. This one will not be an exeption. Dr. Barnes puts the naked baby on my chest. His eyes are already open, and he seems alert and ready to start living.
- So, Rose. Is he really going to be your last? Barnes asks.
- Nah, who am I kidding, I giggle. - Of course I'll do it again.
