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Thereâs nothing like it. Labor always starts for me with my water breaking, so thereâs no question of whether this is the real deal or not. Contractions start slowly, irregularly, and pick up the pace to mild discomfort. The anticipation at this point is unbelievable. You know whatâs coming, and you know itâs going to be awful and wonderful. The breathing, the moaning, working through one contraction after another. Iâve always had hospital births, and thereâs something wild about watching a monitor track your contractions- a physical manifestation of the intensity of the pain, watching them peak and then release, wave after wave getting your closer. I know some women donât like getting cervical checks, but Iâve never had any discomfort with them. I usually wind up asking the nurse to check me pretty regularly, as I have a good idea of the progress Iâm making but love confirmation of the stretching, as my body makes room. And then finally, the reward of full dilation and pushing- desperately trying to bring whatâs inside to the outside, feeling how impossibly low that weight is, the fullness growing with every pushâŚ
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(from someone whoâs been to more than a hundred of them)
1. labor is not nonstop pain from start to finish. It comes in waves. For most of active labor, your character will have a one minute long contraction followed by a 3-5 minute break
2. people very rarely scream their way through labor. labor sounds are typically what you might think of as âworkâ sounds: moaning, groaning, grunting.
3. birth looks absolutely nothing like it does in tv and movies. nothing.
4. labor starts with water breaking in only about 10 percent of pregnancies. contractions usually come first, and most peopleâs water doesnât break until theyâre pushing.
5. there are three phases of labor. 1st stage: onset of labor until 10cm dilated, 2nd stage: pushing until babyâs born, 3rd stage: from the birth of the baby to the birth of the placenta.
6. for a first timer (or a âprimigravidaâ), labor is on average about 12-16 hours long
7. labor typically starts with weak contractions 10-20 minutes apart from each other, that may not be in a regular pattern. they will grow closer together and stronger until theyâre coming every three minutes or so, and then will stay about that time apart right up until the very end.
8. if your character is having an unmedicated birth then they will have a strong spontaneous urge to push. they will not need a room full of doctors and support people shouting âpushâ at them
9. typically, people most prefer warm, dim, comfortable environments for their birth
10. people feel almost instantaneous relief after birth. although after a few minutes they will start to feel some milder cramping as the placenta is born.
11. before the forties and fifties, hospital births were pretty rare, and most births were attended by midwives or âyarb doctorsâ
12. your character will call their midwife or head to the hospital when theyâre having minute long contractions that are regularly five minutes apart.
13. when given the option, most people prefer to labor on all fours, walking, forward leaning, or side lying.
14. people are perfectly capable of walking during labor. once or twice ive even seen a person walking with their babyâs head already hanging out of their bodies. they do not need to be carried everywhere.
15. light bleeding during active labor is not uncommon, nor is it a cause for concern (light = a couple of drops running down the legs)
16. if you want your character to have a true birth emergency, might i recommend a placental abruption or a cord prolapse?
17. tearing is not uncommon, but in the absence of âpurple pushingâ* itâs not as common as you may believe. there are four degrees of tears. First degree tears are typically left unsutured or given just one of two stitches to hold them together (think: biting the inside of your cheek really hard). Second degree tears almost always require suturing. If your character had an epidural, then this will be done in the immediate postpartum. If they have not, then the midwife or doctor will use a numbing medication, likely lidocaine, to numb the area first. a third or fourth degree tear is more complicated, and involves the rectum. in these cases, a doctor may choose to take your character to an OR for a surgical repair, or they may evaluate the situation and continue with a typical minor surgery repair.Â
18. people are perfectly capable of eating during labor, although mostly people donât have huge appetites, and many hospitals have policies preventing this in the case of an emergent caesarian. if someone is having a particularly long labor and their energy is flagging, you might give them tea with honey, juice, or broth to give them a bit of a boost.
19. a simplified overview of the process of labor is that during the first stage, the cervix will dilate from completely closed to a hole 10cm in diameter. during the second stage, the contractions of the uterus put pressure on the baby, moving it down through the open cervix and into the birth canal. this typically happens pretty slowly (especially for a first timer) and it is not unusual for someone to push for an hour or two with their first baby. the third stage follows the birth of the baby, and usually consists of a bit of a break and then some very mild contractions as the placenta is separated from the uterine wall and then is pushed out.
20. âcrowningâ is not when the head becomes visible, but rather when the widest diameter of the head emerges from the birth canal (just about at the level of the eyebrows)
21. typically a baby is born head first, with its face looking back towards your characterâs spine. however, babies can be born feet first or butt first (breech), or have wonky things like a hand next to their head.
22. if you want to give your character an extra painful labor, make their baby âsunny side upâ, which is when the baby is facing towards your characterâs stomach, rather than their spine. this causes lots of back pain that persists even in between contractions.
23. most (although definitely not all) people find it relieves the pain to have someone push very hard on their sacrum during contractions, or to squeeze their hips. Water is also a massive pain reliever during births
24. if your character has an epidural, they will be bed bound, and will not feel much of anything from about the ribs down. this can make things very chill for them. lots of people take naps, watch tv or read, or hang out with their families while in active labor with an epidural
25. even though they might not feel the pain, someone with an epidural will still be working very hard while pushing (think: sweating, grunting, etc.) and will usually feel a lot of pressure as the babyâs born.
26) it is not uncommon for the babyâs cord to be wrapped around its neck. the doctor or midwife will feel around the babyâs neck after the babyâs head is born to see if thereâs a cord there, and will quickly pull it over the head to relieve any pressure if there is a wrap.
27) newborn babies are covered in amniotic fluid, vaginal discharge, vernix (a thick natural moisturizer with a cheesy texture), and sometimes blood.Â
28) newborn babies are adorable, donât get me wrong, but they also look like little aliens
Okay, thereâs a lot of stuff i didnât include on here, but this post is already getting out of hand. Feel free to reach out to me if you have any questions about birth, or if youâre looking for someone to beta your birth scene, i would be delighted to help!
*purple pushing is the practice of a care provider telling someone to push when they have no urge to. should not be practiced except in cases of a true emergency where the baby needs to be born right this minute, although it is still frequently practiced in many hospitals.
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You pulled off the main road and onto a dirt one, slowing down as you went on. You sighed, still tired. No amount of coffee seemed to ever fully wake you up. No matter how tired you were though, eventually you had to get in your car and drive to work, even on Labor Day. Wasnât this day technically about you too?
Listening to the gravel clink against the inside of the fender, you mulled over that thought until the road curved into an impromptu parking lot. You pulled into the nearest spot you could, beside a big white pickup truck and a smaller black one. Sighing as you turned the engine off, you faced reality and stepped out of your car. At least it wasnât as hot as last week. Heat or no heat, you were gonna be sweating a lot again today. Such was the life of a construction workerâŚ
You glanced at the construction site itself as you walked towards a trailer at the end of the parking lot. Well, construction sites. They were supposed to be a batch of new townhomes, but you didnât really care. The only thing you really cared about was getting paid. Well, there was one other thing, but youâd never mention it out loud. Or, more accurately, herâŚ
You doubted she would be here though, for many reasons. You went over them in your head as you stepped up the stairs to the trailer door, opening it to see that she was, in fact, here. The mere sight of her made you pause in your tracks. She really shouldnât be here, but you werenât exactly arguing. She was leaning against a wall, back to the wall as she seemingly caught her breath. Her low-hanging swell was the only thing you could focus on, commanding your attention. It was half covered by an XXXL purple shirt, bulging past the orange and yellow hi-vis vest that was mandatory. A pair of jeans were unbuttoned underneath, impossible to even try with her size. You could see the faint lines of stretch marks under her bump, illustrating the sheer amount of stress her skin was under. The linea negra almost blended into her tanned skin, but you were able to pick it out after just a quick glance. Arousal coursed through you when you did.
Shaking yourself from your stupor, you quickly stepped inside the trailer, moving to a small tablet mounted on the wall. Quickly making sure you were clocked in, you let yourself glance at her for a moment. You only got more aroused as you ogled her bump. Swallowing, you stepped away from the tablet, feeling a familiar ache in your crotch. Fuck. Now it was going to be hard to focus.
She didnât seem to notice your meek smile and nod, apparently too focused on breathing. A thought dashed into your head. Holy fuck, was she in labor?! She was definitely far along enough, and her gravid womb was definitely low enough. It looked rock-hard, but you really couldnât tell. You realized you had been staring again and blinked. Thank God it was just you two. You quickly stepped out of the trailer, a throbbing in your pants already as the image of her breathing heavily lingered in your mind. Fuck, how were you gonna get anything done today?
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A few hours later, you were five stories up, drill nails into a beam that would be part of a roof. A few years ago, you could never have imagined yourself doing this, up this high, but to the you of today, it was just another day. The drill in your hand whirred as it dug the nail into the beam, almost drowning out the sound of a coworker calling out to you. Blinking and removing your headgear, you looked down at the source of the noise. The coworker five stories below you said something about the time, and you checked your watch. 12:26. Lunch time already. You werenât going to complain, giving them a thumbs up and preparing to come down. It took a couple of minutes, but you made your way down back to solid ground. Unhooking your harness, you groaned as you stretched in place, then walked back towards the parking lot. Not having the patience to walk around the in-construction townhomes, and already digging into your lunch break, you opted to walk through the wooden skeletons instead of around them. It might not have been the safest, but you had done worse before.
You were about halfway there when you snagged your foot on a loose wooden beam, causing you to almost trip. Swearing under your breath as you regained your balance, you looked back to glare at the beam, lying on the floor. Not like you had chosen to walk through an active construction site. But as you glared at the beam, movement in the corner of your eye caught your attention. Suddenly curious, you looked to see her again, but something was off.
She was a few feet away, leaning with her palms against an upright beam, her head hanging between her arms. Her purple shirt had ridden up her swollen middle, making that familiar throb return instantly. You couldnât pick out every little detail, but there were a few things you could. For one, she had been sweating. A lot. You had been sweating quite a bit too, your own shirt displaying that fact. But she had been, and was still, sweating. Her stomach glistened in the sunlight as she swayed her hips from side to side. And that was the second thing. You watched her sway, her movements capturing you in a trance. There was something about those hips that told you something was off though.
All at once, she suddenly froze, and your heart stopped. Had she seen you staring? No, you realized, something else was happening. You watched as her gravid womb shrunk into her body, and the aching down below got worse. She was having a contraction. You kept watching as she rolled her head around clockwise, letting out a whine that bounced around the empty frame of a house. That made it even worse. She stood like that for a good minute, rolling her head in a circle, occasionally changing from clockwise to counterclockwise, and vice versa. And you stood there for a good minute good, watching this gorgeous, gravid girl contract in the middle of a construction site.
The contraction had to end eventually, and when it did, she pushed herself off the beam. Her belly sagged back outwards, and you could hear her groan as it did. It looked like it sat even lower than this morning, and that seemed impossible. No way she wasnât in labor now. She definitely shouldnât be here.
And neither should you, you realized with a start as she cupped her swell and began to waddle off. Panting yourself, you quickly walked back to your car, completely forgetting about your lunch. Just watching her contract had gotten you so worked up, there was no way you could focus if you didnât relieve yourself now. Thank God there were some tissues in your car. And so instead of eating, you masturbated in your car to the thought of the woman in the purple shirt, contracting hard in the middle of the site. Needless to say, you came pretty quickly, and pretty hard. At least cleanup was quick.
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You wiped the sweat from your brow as you slowly descended from the finished skeleton of a townhouse, looking up at you and your coworkerâs handiwork. Not bad for a single day. The sun was getting low in the sky now, casting long shadows that threw most of the construction site into darkness. Most of the workers had left already, or were leaving now. You just wanted to get this done. Less work for tomorrow. At least overtime pay was good, you thought to yourself as you began to clean up. And you could move on to the house next to this one tomorrow. Packing your tools into a case, you grunted as you stood up from your squat, back aching after a long day of work. Now you could go home, take a shower and-
The faint sound of someone groaning in pain interrupted your thoughts. Your heart began to speed up as you looked around for the source of the noise. Accidents here were uncommon, but you had seem some pretty nasty ones before. Looking around, you didnât see anyone directly, but you managed to narrow down the source of the groaning. Dropping your tools, you started off towards it, another pained groan prompting you into a jog. It sounded bad, whatever it was.
The pained cries took you to one of the more âfinishedâ houses, on the far side of the site. There you slowly peeked around, and you were about to call out when you saw her. The same woman from before, leaning against a wall just like before, her butt towards you. You couldnât see it, but you knew she was in the middle of a contraction, and a bad one at that. She let out a moan, her legs quivering and looking like they wanted to drop into a squat. Her butt kept sagging down, then coming back up, over and over like she was trying to decide if she wanted to squat or stand. Her cry reached a peak, and she threw back her head, her light brown hair falling just past her shoulders. Her butt sagged down, and then stayed there long enough for a gush of fluids to come crashing from her crotch.
Your eyes widened as her cry heightened in pitch, her head slamming back dow into her chest. She half gave in to a squat, butt sagging to hover just above her knees. As fluids dripped from her jeans. Holy fuck, she was pushing. You watched in a mixture of horror and arousal as she bore down, her cry turning into a deep, animalistic growl. You couldnât see any progress, but the baby must have been real low. She spread her legs wide, gasping as the contraction ended and you saw a sliver her belly sag back down between her legs. A shaky hand reached down to fumble with her jeans, and you almost stepped forward to help before they fell down to her ankles. Panting hard, she stepped out of them and to the side, her butt still facing you.
She managed to get a pair of white panties with a flowery design on them to her knees she yelped, forced into pushing again. She pushed her butt out as she dropped into a half-squat again, giving you a decent view of her unshaved, now-bulging crotch. Progress was visible this time, as the bulge behind her lips grew and grew, the head quickly descending. It was obviously happening a lot faster than she was anticipating, because when the contraction ended and she reached down to feel the teardrop of hair between her lips she uttered an exhausted, horrified âOh f-fuck!â
But her body didn't give her much time to rest. She yelped as the sliver of belly between her legs disappeared upwards and she began to bear down again. You watched as the blonde head widened that teardrop into a full circle. She could definitely feel it as well, letting out a sob as it began to emerge from her. She cried out as it painfully slowly moved, giving you time to soak it in. God, you were actually watching a woman give birth. And by the time the contraction had ended, it had really hit you, as well as your crotch. It ached badly down there, and you shifted uncomfortably as you watched her belly slide back down. She straightened up, spreading her legs as wide as she seemingly could, a good quarter of a head hanging out of her. She had managed to push out most of the scalp, but what little of its forehead she managed to push out had receded back upwards once the pushing was over.
Panting, she began to shift around in place, lifting one leg up and then the other. Eventually you figured out she was trying to get her flowery panties fully off, and a moment later they dropped to her ankles, soaked in amniotic fluid. Whimpering, she stepped out of them, back into the position you found her in. She kicked her soaked jeans away weakly, but her body had apparently decided that was bad. She didn't even have time to drop into her usual half-squat before she was crying out, bearing down as the forehead began to slide out of her lips. You saw the brow slide from her, then the eyes, and then the whole head popped from her bulging pussy with a burst of fluids.
She gasped as she felt the head gush from her, reaching down to feel as she repeatedly mumbled "Oh God, oh God, oh God-" over and over again. The pale, blonde head hanging from her pussy was a stark contrast to the tanned skin of its mother. The sight excited you. Just who was this baby's father? There was no ring on her hand, and she was a shy, quiet girl. You couldn't really see her having a boyfriend for some reason, and you definitely couldn't see her sleeping around either. You couldn't be sure, but the thought of a baby being forced into her tight, tanned cunt somehow excited you even more...
In the time you fantasized about your coworker's rape, she had taken off the orange hi-vis vest and thrown it to the side, and was standing alone from the beam, legs spread wide with the head dangling under her butt. She looked like she was going to go for her shirt next, and your nethers ached horribly at the thought of her swollen breasts hanging free. Both of you were surprised when her stomach suddenly and violently contracted, making her topple forward and hug the wooden beam for support, crying out again as she pushed. You watched, hand on your crotch, as her own crotch bulged outward as the baby began to emerge. Her cry turned into a scream as she stood up on her toes, body rigid for once. The shoulders were beginning to squeeze their way out of her unprepared slit when you realized it was going to come out, and she wasn't reaching forward for it. Your heart stopped, but what happened next was like it was in slow motion.
Her scream reached a peak as the first shoulder burst from her lips, and that triggered something within you to spur into action. You were running, reaching to catch the baby as the second shoulder emerged from her lips. Stooping low as the elbows came quick, you caught the newborn babe as it fell from the pussy of your screaming coworker, right into your hands. With a complementary gush of yellow-brown fluid, of course. It stunk, and she stunk, but you had caught it in time. You had surprised even yourself. You looked at the child in your hands as it began to squirm, then wail, umbilical cord trailing upwards. You looked up just in time to see its mother looked over her shoulder at you, eyes wide and bloodshot. You looked at each other for a while before you finally spoke.
"C-Congratulations..!" You meekly said.
"Th... Thank y-you..." She hoarsely stuttered. You simply nodded, just now feeling the burn in your knees. Apparently you had slid the last few feet to catch her child. Huh. You slowly rose, lifting the babe to let its mother take it. She turned around, leaning against the beam as she brought the newborn up to her chest. Both of your eyes were wide open, watching as she got the babe to suckle after a second. She looked back up at you, starting to say something, before she was interrupted by another, smaller gush of fluids from her crotch, and she let out a hoarse groan.
Her eyes squeezed shut while yours were locked open, staring at her bare, hairy crotch as she began to bore down again. She was having twins?! Well, you weren't really surprised, she had been, and was still, massive after all. She began to slowly slide into another half squat, groaning as the baby apparently moved down. It was still deep inside, so you couldn't see much. But God, she was sexy. You couldn't do much other than stare as she tenderly held her firstborn to her breast, bearing down on the second. Fluids soaked her pussy, dripping down onto the concrete. The puddle of original fluids was by her feet, and underneath her crotch a new one was gathering, snaking out along the hard floor. The steady dripping of fluids from her lips was mesmerizing, and you found yourself staring at her hairy lips as she labored. She gasped loudly as the contraction ended, her free right hand scrambling for something to grab. She squeaked out a meek "Help-!" just as you started to reach your hand out, squatting down to reach her level. You almost immediately regretted it, as it was like putting your hand in a hydraulic press. It felt like she was going to break your hand as she slowly lowered her body to sit on the cool concrete.
She didn't let go of your hand, and then next contraction hit her soon. You winced as she gripped it even harsher, but it was a small price to pay for the view. She spread her legs wide, the baby deep in her canal forcing them open. You still couldn't see anything, and she wasn't bulging yet, so you assumed the first was just fast and this one was actually taking its time. She gulped down a breath in the middle of the contraction, letting out a high-pitched whine as she continued to bear down. Her whole body glistened with sweat as she did, making that ache in your pants just a little bit worse. You just hoped she wouldn't notice. It seemed like she had more important things to worry about though.
She finally released your hand at the end of the contraction, proceeding to gulp down more breaths while she still could. You rubbed your hand, pretty damn sore from her iron grip. She noticed, and began to apologize profusely.
"S-Sorry..! So sorry..! I really didn't mean to... Hurt you..! God, it just hurt so much, I'm so so sorry..!"
You shook your head, grabbing her hand again. "No reason to apologize," You said as your eyes darted between her crotch, her belly, and her eyes. "You're giving birth. I won't hold it against you."
She gave a weak smile, weakly squeezing your hand. "T-Thank y-" She cried out suddenly, her iron grip returning as she instinctually bore down again. She yelled as the babe barreled its way down her canal, still hidden from you within her depths, but very much visible to her in a different way. You could only imagine how it felt. Even with her tall stature and apparent strength, it must have been torture for her poor pussy.
She began to sob near the end of the contraction, still no head in sight. You shushed her, trying to calm her as she stopped pushing. She tried to talk, but only managed to stutter out a single word. You knew what she was trying to say.
"H-Headd..?" She hoarsely stuttered.
You looked at her crotch, your eyes searching for a sliver of hair between her lips. Either there was none yet, or it was hidden within her own hair. You tried to see some semblance of head, you really did, but you could only shake your head at her. She let out a wail, letting her head thunk against the wooden beam. You began to worry. Was something wrong? Was it stuck inside her? You began to think about how long it would take for an ambulance to get here, or what you could do in the time that it did. Tears were beginning to well up in her eyes as she began to push again, but almost immediately there was hope. You watched her bushy crotch intensely, letting out a whoop as soon as she began to bulge. She could definitely feel it as well, and doubled down on her efforts to get her second child after her. Gripping her leg to pull her legs open, you watched as her crotch bulged outward. It bulged, bulged, bulged, and then there was suddenly a sliver of hair that didn't match her pubes.
"Head! Head, I can see the head! You cried out.
"AAAAAAAAAUUUUUGGGHHHHHHH!!!!â She wailed back.
You winced at the inhuman noise she made as she began to crown, pushing hard to get her little one out of her. And it was working. You watched as the sliver of muddy blonde hair was pushed into a teardrop, then an 'O'. The contraction mercilessly stopped there, leaving her heaving and pale. You felt like you should do something, but you had no idea what. There was really nothing else you could do to help her.
Apparently there was one thing you could do. You felt her snag your hand again, pulling you towards her as she panted. She managed to mutter out a pained "Sorry-!" before her iron grip was back yet again, accompanied by a contraction. You watched as her womb contracted inward, working hard to get her baby out. And it was beginning to work.
The head began to slowly slide out, somewhat bigger than its sibling. Probably what had caused it to take its time. No matter though, it was here now, and its mother was determined. You watched in a mixture of shock and arousal as the head slowly slid out from her, pulling her with it until the eyes slid past. This time there was no gush of fluids, as it had slowly emerged. But it was like a waterfall around the head, fluids quickly collecting before her spread slit. She released her iron grip on your hand, but didn't let go, as you waited for the body to rotate. It slowly did, and she whimpered as you found yourself caressing her hand.
"You're almost done, it's almost out..." You whispered to her.
"Fuuuuucccckkkk..." She groaned back.
It wasn't long until she was contracting again, shrieking with effort as her second child made its way out of her. She suddenly let go of your hand mid-push to pull her legs apart. That allowed you to catch the babe that quickly slid from her crotch afterwards, dousing your hands and forearms in more of her amniotic fluids. You both gagged, the smell getting overpowering. Despite the smell, you were still aching down there. You kinda liked it, actually... Whether you liked it or not, there was now a newborn babe in your hands for the second time today. Blinking, you slowly handed it to its mother, who sobbed at the sight of it. Both cords still trailed into her, something you found oddly hot. You smiled as she held her secondborn to her chest, soaked in fluids like the first.
'Idiot!' You suddenly thought. You quickly took off your shirt, using it as a rag and wiping off the babes she held. After you were done, you threw it to the side. You'd probably never wear that again. As you watched the damp shirt hit the ground, you were grabbed again by the brand new mother, still in her purple shirt. She was exhausted, drained even, but she was happy.
"Hey... Thank you..." She muttered, barely audible.
You smiled.
"Just another day, huh..?"
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Uber sorry I didnât get this one out on time yâall, but happy late Labor Day!!
One of the hot things about labor is the inevitability of it. Once it starts you are, sometime in the near future, going to be screaming and struggling to force out a human out of a pretty narrow passage. Whether you're ready or not, labor and birth are coming for you. The contractions are going to get stronger. You're gonna start feeling the intense pressure in your hips and the urge to bear down. No matter how much you try to stop it, it's going to burn when you crown. And after the head plows through, you still gotta squeeze the shoulders out of that same tender, bruised opening.
It's inevitable after you feel that first contraction. No matter how many hours or even days it takes, it's coming out.
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