A simple birth prompt? You’re overdue with a huge baby and when labor starts, you assume such a big baby will take a long while. But suddenly your water breaks and you’re desperately pushing with your clothes still on…
//rapid labor, clothing birth, birth denial
You’re not too worried when you feel the first contractions. They aren’t too bad, barely making you pause as you bustle around doing chores. Mostly you just feel excited. You’re almost 42 weeks and your belly is getting ridiculous. It’s enormous, making every movement an effort and getting in the way of everything. It dropped a week ago and since then your baby has been sitting low down in your hips, giving you a pronounced waddle which your partner has teased you for. The pressure of your huge baby in your pelvis is intense and only getting worse by the day. You are incredibly ready for this baby to be born so the contractions are quite welcome.
You don’t bother calling your partner. You assume you’ve got hours of labor ahead of you so there’s no reason to bother them yet. You ride out a few more contractions, each one stronger and more intense than the last.
Finished with chores you decide to go for a walk around the neighborhood hoping to get your labor moving along faster. It’s a beautiful day. You make your slow, laborious way down the block feeling like a grounded blimp as your giant belly sways in front of you. Suddenly you are seized by the worst contraction yet. You cry out, gripping your tightening stomach. It seems to go on forever and the pressure in your pelvis has increased tenfold. When it finally lets up you are left gasping, doubled over your belly.
You take a moment to recover and then try to keep going even though the pressure on your hips makes every step difficult. You barely get ten feet before another contraction hits. It’s just as intense as before, worse even. You have to brace yourself against a nearby tree to stay standing. You lean against it, moaning and rocking your hips in an fruitless attempt to ease to pressure gripping them. Suddenly, something deep inside you gives and you feel a gush of water spill out from between your legs.
Fuck! Your baby is coming NOW! As soon as the contraction eases you start back towards your house as fast as you can. You didn’t go far but you can already feel your baby inching down inside. You’re so full and so heavy that every step is a monumental effort. You reach your yard just as a new contraction grips you. This time it comes with an intense urge to push. You scream, trying desperately to resist it. Just a few more steps and you’ll be inside. Every fiber of your being is screaming for you to push, you can feel your baby’s head, so low inside you, poised emerge.
Finally the contraction ends and you are able to stumble to your front door and get inside. You fall into a squat in the front hallway, another contraction already upon you. This time you give in to your instincts and push. You groan as baby’s head begins to move down. With just two pushes you can feel it start to bulge out your lips. The stretch is already so intense. You pant for a moment, your mind reeling at how quickly this progressed. Before you have a moment to think a new contraction hits and you’re pushing again. Your opening begins to part around the baby’s giant head. It burns. You scream as it stretches you, pulling your lips wide around its solid mass.
You reach a hand down between your legs and stop cold when your fingers hit denim. You’re still wearing your maternity jeans! The head is halfway out and you’re still in your pants! You scrabble desperately at the zipper. Your hands are shaking and the zipper sticks. Yanking on it in a panic does nothing but exacerbate the issue. Before you can try again a contraction hits and you find yourself pushing again before you can think. The stretch gets infinitely worse as the head descends. You howl as your lips are pulled taught. Then, to your horror, you feel the head press against the fabric of your underwear and jeans. You keep pushing, helpless to stop, but the solid material impedes any progress. The pressure builds and you scream, fumbling desperately with the zipper. There is so much pressure and no way to ease it. You run a shaking hand over the damp bulge in the crotch of your jeans. The head is stuck just shy of full crown, the tough denim blocking it from moving another inch. Another contraction hits. You writhe in pain and panic as your body demands you push despite the futility of doing so. The pressure between your legs ramps up higher and higher. You can barely focus enough through the pain to keep trying to get your zipper down.
It’s impossible for you to know how long you are trapped like this, overcome by the intensity of the pain and pressure. Suddenly the door swings open. It’s your partner, finally home from work. They freeze as they take in the scene. You, slumped on the floor, sweat drenched and wild eyed, legs spread wide around the head crowing in your pants.
“please”, you groan, “please, the baby, the head, pants suck! pleeease!”
At the sound of your voice they spring into action. Grabbing their pocket knife they carefully cut through your jeans, keeping well clear of the baby's head. They keep a hand against the head as they push the fabric away. You writhe, desperate to relieve the pressure.
“please! I need it out! let it out!!” you cry.
“I know, baby I know,” they say, voice shaking, “ just don't want it coming too fast, let it come nice and easy.”
You whimper as they let the head slide forward. As it passes full crown the burning of your opening reaches an intense peak and you shriek with pain, but then the rest of the head gushes out of you and the horrible pressure eases all at once. You gasp in relief, shaking like a leaf.
“Just the shoulders now,” your partner says, sounding like they cant quite believe it.
You groan, drained and very aware of your baby's shoulders pressing up against your opening. After a few moments rest you push again, feeling those shoulders start to stretch you. You scream, baring down with all your might, and finally they burst through, followed by the rest of your baby. They slide into your partner's arms and they quickly lift the baby up onto your chest. They gurgle then let out a loud cry. You hold your baby to your chest, in shock, not quite able to believe that barely two hours ago you were feeling your first contractions.
