Love Sick

The Storm

Trigger Warning for abuse

Teresa

"I cannot do another- ah! I was ready for one!" Eva cried, her grip tightening, causing the small infant to squeal on her chest. I sighed and lifted the towel and pulled out a pair of scissors, ready to disconnect the first baby girl from her mother's body.

"No! They said babies need more then thirty minutes of skin to skin bonding, it's only been fifteen-ah!" She groaned, shocking the baby once more with her tense grip. "I know, but you still have some work to do, and this little one shouldn't be jostled around." I reminded, making her toss her head back in frustration, nodding at me to cut the cord.

"Abigail will take good care of her." I assured, making the teenager nod and reach her arms out as I swiftly cut the cord, scooping the baby off her chest and into her arms. I motioned for her to set her in the other room in the crib that was prepared and to come right back.

"Eva, now I'm gonna need you to try and relax your body, you're going to need some extra energy." I encouraged, watching her nod vigorously and drop it to her husband's shoulder, exhaling slowly. I smiled and massaged her calves, taking the warm, damp rag that Abigail had brought from the bathroom, setting it between her legs on the sore area that she had been complaining about.

"Ahh, it stings." She groaned, the towel providing minimal relief. I began to clean up the mess that the first delivery had made, trying to clear the space for the next baby to come. "I'm too tired, I can't do this again." She complained, shutting her eyes to try and rest for a moment, her breathing shallowing out from exhaustion. I looked on in sympathy and rubbed her knee, knowing the exhaustion that comes after having a baby.

"I want my baby." She moaned, now murmuring incoherently, reaching out to me as if I would place her into her awaiting arms. "She's okay, she's sleeping comfortably, I promise you can have her once baby number two comes." I vowed, watching her nod then lurch forward, groaning painfully.

"The baby is dropping." I reported, watching as she began to pant painfully, widening her legs. I watched as she gripped Chris' wrists at her hips, preparing herself for the exam I was about to give her.

"I can't give birth like this again, my back hurts too bad." She complained, shifting on top of her husband, struggling to get to her feet, wincing at the pain between her legs. "What do you want to do?" I asked, rubbing my heel of my hand into her lower back, resulting in a moan.

"Anywhere that will make my back stop hurting." She huffed out, frustration evident in her voice, slowly moving towards the hallway, stopping at the dining room table to grip the chair, swinging her hips through a contraction.

"How could there be another baby?! It doesn't make sense- we didn't hear two heart beats! What if the baby is dead?!" She screamed, her fears now dawning on her, making her nearly drop to the ground in terror.

"Ah! Chris! What if the baby dies?!" She screamed, hyperventilating through an extremely painful surge, struggling to get air to her lungs. Both of us now rushing to her side as she struggled to focus on the baby.

"Sweetie, sometimes the baby is in a difficult position, your baby could have been flipped or behind the other one, which doesn't mean anything has happened to it, we were only seeing its sister that was adamant of being on the screen." I explained, gently rubbing her back, but she just continued breathing and shook her head back at me.

"You better be right."

Abigail