Sheva's pov
Her bedroom
May 5th
The house was quiet, and I longed for the sweet relief of a nap.
I slipped off my clothes, shedding the weight of the day along with the fabric, and climbed into the unmade bed. The sheets were cool against my bare skin, and I let out a soft sigh of contentment. I propped a few pillows behind me, creating a comfortable nest. My body sank into the mattress, but there was an unyielding discomfort that clung to me.
I glanced down, my hands resting on my rounded belly. My breasts ached, heavy and swollen, a reminder of the life growing inside me. It felt like there was a weight pressing down on my pelvic region where my baby boy lay, shifting and kicking with a vigor that surprised me. "Easy there, little one," I murmured, rubbing my belly gently. "You're going to make your mama sore."
I tossed my phone aside, the screen lighting up momentarily before going dark. "Just a quick nap." I whispered to myself, closing my eyes. But even as I tried to settle into the sheets, the discomfort persisted. The baby was active today—more than usual. I could feel him rolling and squirming, his movements a constant reminder of his presence.
"Why are you so wiggly?" I chuckled softly, feeling a flutter of kicks in response. "Are you practicing your martial arts in there?" My voice was soothing, a low hum that echoed softly in the quiet room. But sleep eluded me.
I tried shifting positions, hoping to find some relief, but nothing worked. The weight of my belly seemed to pull at my back, and the ache in my breasts radiated down my shoulders. Not to mention my son beating me from the inside out. I groaned softly, frustration creeping in. "Why won't you let me sleep?" I asked the baby, a playful tone in my voice. "Don't you know your mama needs her beauty rest?"
With a sigh, I sank back into the pillows. "Okay, let's try this." I said, closing my eyes again. I focused on my breathing, trying to find that calm place where sleep might finally come. In the stillness, I began to talk to him again.
"You know, you're going to be a handful when you're out here. I can already tell. Just promise me you won't keep me up all night. You can keep your daddy up, because I'm the one who had to form your bones and body for 9 months, and that's exhausting. Not that it's your fault."
A soft kick answered, and I smiled, feeling warmth flood through me. "That's right. You're going to be my little troublemaker." I smirked, feeling my eyelids grow heavy. I yawned, the sound escaping my lips.
Gradually, the rhythm of my breathing slowed, and I slipped into a state between wakefulness and sleep. My thoughts began to drift, and I felt the heavy pull of slumber beckoning me. Just as I was about to succumb, another sharp kick jolted through me, and I couldn't help but laugh softly. "Okay, okay! I get it. You're ready to take on the world." I whispered, lightly pressing my hand against my belly.
As I lay there, the soft glow of the afternoon light wrapped around me, I felt the gentle nudges from my baby, each kick a reminder of the life growing inside me. I took a deep breath, willing myself to relax. "Alright, little one," I murmured, "let's see if we can find some calm together."
Upon finding out about my Jewish heritage, I put pieces together and did some research. There was a lullaby I heard on a website whilst I was browsing for baby names. I remembered because the melody sounded familiar. I was willing to try anything. Books have said singing to your babies in utero helps soothe them and get them use to your voice
I began to sing softly, the soothing melody that drifted through the quiet room. The words flowed from my lips, a gentle cadence that felt comforting.
"Shalom, chaverim, shalom, shalom..."
The notes floated in the air, wrapping around us like a warm embrace. I closed my eyes, imagining the peacefulness that the song brought.
"Laila tov, laila tov..." I continued, letting the lullaby fill the space between us.
As I sang, I felt the baby's movements start to slow, the vigorous kicks easing into soft, rhythmic pushes against my hand. "See? You know this song too." I whispered, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "You're my little darling, and it's time to rest."
"Erev tov, erev tov..." I swayed gently, feeling a wave of warmth wash over me as I focused on the connection we shared. The soft melody seemed to wrap around him, calming the little whirlwind that had been kicking up a storm.
With each note, I felt his movements become less frantic, like the gentle waves lapping against a shore. The lullaby worked its magic, and soon enough, the room was filled with a serene silence, the only sound my voice mingling with my soft breathing.
"Yom tov, yom tov..."
The lullaby drew me deeper into my own sense of tranquility. I could feel my eyelids growing heavier, the tension in my body dissipating. "You're going to be okay, my sweet boy." I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper. "You'll be safe and warm. Just like this."
When baby finally settled, the gentle rhythm of his movements becoming a soothing pulse beneath my palm. I smiled, feeling a sense of victory. "Yes! That's it," I said softly. "Now we can both get some rest."
I let my voice fade, the last notes trailing. I nestled deeper into the pillows, my body finally finding a comfortable position. As I succumbed to sleep, the last thought that crossed my mind was the peaceful image of my baby boy, calm and content, floating around in his little world. I hoped Dean would be home soon. We both sure do miss him. Even if it's only been a few hours.
