#cinn writes preg

[nancypreggo]

🫄5️⃣ 🏫 💦

tags/kinks: non-binary, multiple babies, public birth, orgasmic/erotic birth.

It wasn’t the most ideal situation, having to deal with a rowdy classroom full of young adults, let alone having to deal with it while also lugging around over forty pounds of baby in an overstuffed womb. 

Although they had made the most of their unexpectedly large pregnancy, not even a doctor’s recommendation to start parental leave in their late third trimester was going to stop them and their well thought-out lesson plan. A belly full of quints couldn’t have been foreseen nine months prior but they were managing better than most. They welcomed fascinated students to come and rub their distended belly between classes, the young students mesmerized and gasped out of astonishment when they could see the restless lives stirring under the taut skin. 

It was two days before their scheduled parental leave when everything happened. The day had started off normally and the general aches and pains of pregnancy went without much thought at all as they’d gone about their routine and got to school. They sat behind their desk with an ungraceful harumph, a hand coming up to stroke the widest part of their belly. The babies had lowered themselves considerably in the last few days and they were just thinking parental leave couldn’t come soon enough when their first class of the day began filtering into the room.

“Wow, any day now, huh, Mx?” One of the students asked with a little chuckle, amused with how large their teacher had gotten or how sluggishly they moved.

Thank god for PowerPoint and laser pointers because the very pregnant teacher knew they’d be teaching while seated for at least most of the day. It was halfway through the lecture when a gripping pain struck them in their abdomen and before they could even deduce what was happening, a torrent of fluid came gushing out between their legs. The sound was unmissable and they were just thankful that they were seated behind their desk so none of the students could see their lower half and considerably soaked pants. 

“What was that..?” A student asked.

The teacher chuckled nervously and grabbed for a nearby roll of paper towels, very quickly unspooling a few sheets to place on the tiled floor. “Oh, clumsy me-- I must’ve hit my drink and it fell over..!” they said, trying to mask what had really happened. When their class left then they could properly address what was happening to them. The lecture wouldn’t be disrupted when it was already more than half over.

It wasn’t uncommon for them to rub their round tummy throughout the day so they hoped their almost incessant rubbing at the side of their belly went unnoticed. They were trying the best that they could to calm the impatient lives inside but the babies would wait for no one, not even the parent that carried them to term.

With mere minutes left in the class period, a strong contraction rippled through the teacher’s body and they let out an erotic moan as a knee-jerk reaction. They pushed themself back from the desk as every head in the classroom pulled their attention from their books or their phones to the laboring teacher at the front of the class.

“O-oh, g-god..!” The teacher exclaimed, pulling their shirt up to expose the reddened and contorting flesh of their stuffed dome. “M-my babies..!”

Some of the more capable students jumped to their feet and scrambled to their teacher’s aid, helping them take off their pants while a few others left the room altogether to fetch for better qualified help. Many students who were still seated at their desks had pulled out their phones to record the scene unfolding in front of them.

As the teacher’s feet were brought up to rest on the desk, their entire sex was fully exposed and a murmur could be heard throughout the room. It was extremely vulnerable for the teacher to be in such a state and a strong blush radiated from their face all the way down their neck and chest.

“The baby is crowning, Mx,” a student told them, “You should push with the next contraction.”

With a petulant whine, the teacher felt their firstborn grinding against their sore sex and a jolt of arousal went all throughout them. “F-fuck…” they rasped, their fingers pressing into the tight flesh of their overcrowded belly. “Feels good…” They couldn’t help but to speak out what they were feeling, their usual teacher filter completely gone as they succumbed to their body’s visceral urges.

As a contraction racked through them, a loud moan from the deepest part of their throat echoed throughout the room. They were pushing and slowly but surely they were opening for the first large baby. Juices were all but streaming out of their hole, spilling onto the tiled floor beneath them. When they felt gentle fingers prodding their sex, they pushed and let out a loud cry of relief. The first baby’s massive head was out.

“It’s so b-big-- feels… feels so good coming out of me,” the teacher confessed, writhing as much as their office chair would allow. With the students’ help, they stretched their legs as far apart as possible so they could birth the rest of their first baby. The large shoulders of the newborn were lodged in a very sensitive position. The teacher’s pleasure center in their brain was working on overload as each contraction brought multiple pounds of pressure pressing right against their most erogenous area. This was not the time to be aroused but they had no say in the matter.

Pushing through the crescendoing pleasure, the first of five babies burst through and was deftly caught by capable hands. The heavy set newborn was placed on their chest, crying loudly for its parent. “Oh-- Oh my g-god, that’s my baby..!” the teacher cried out with joy, shaky hands coming to grab the baby and hold it close. “Oh my god, this just came out of me…”

And another was hot on their older sibling’s heels as the teacher had next to no time for reprieve as another pleasure-filled contraction gripped their stomach. They could feel the next large baby filling up their birth canal and they hadn’t even had time to really meet their first. “O-oh, oh-- another… ugh, they j-just keep coming..!” they exclaimed, pushing with their next contraction.

Just like moments ago, the second baby’s head bulged out their parent’s sex, stretching it to its limits upon their exit. Unlike the first birth, however, this baby wasn’t coming out quite so easily. Just when it seemed like the baby’s crowning head was about to come out, the teacher fell back against their chair as their contraction and strength both tapered off. As they whined, the baby slowly disappeared behind the lips of their parent’s sex.

“T-too big…” the teacher cried, unable to overcome the amount of pleasure they were getting from their labor to properly push the baby out.

Very suddenly, a large hand was pushing down on the globe that was their belly. The pressure was so immense and suddenly they were experiencing an indescribable amount of euphoric pleasure without even a contraction. They screamed at the top of their lungs as the baby’s head burst through their sex’s lips with a strong gush of fluids.

A student batted the hand away, belonging to another student who was just trying to help. “What the hell are you doing?! You’re hurting them!” she accused, looking down at the baby’s head that was just dangling between her teacher’s legs.

“They were having a hard time pushing-- I helped! The baby’s head is out, isn’t it?” Another voice shouted, bickering.

“M-more..! More, please; get this baby o-out of me..!” The teacher pleaded, their hands going to their belly and attempting to push just as their student had done before.

“See?!” Very quickly, multiple hands were placed on the teacher’s rounded belly and they all pressed down together.

The teacher’s hips bucked up at the sensation, their sex throbbing with a desire for more. It was dizzying to think they would be doing this three more times even after this baby was born. An almost chant-like whining puffed out of their mouth and with another scream and orgasm, they were coming and the baby was pushed out. The newest baby was quickly placed on her parent’s chest and the space was now crowded.

Thankfully, someone had looked up a YouTube tutorial on how to properly cut an umbilical cord and two students who had experience with babies took each of the newborns to their desks to watch over them. Some students offered up their hoodies and extra shirts to keep the babies warm, which was just as well because stronger contractions meant one more life was about to enter the already bustling classroom.

The teacher was a sweaty mess, their efforts having the room smell heavily of sex and birth fluids. They had already climaxed at least twice and if three more babies in their womb meant at least three more orgasms, they were afraid they might pass out from pure bliss. “Th-three more…” they informed their students, some of which were unaware that the teacher was carrying so many. Shifting uncomfortably where they sat, the teacher asked for help to stand up and walk in the hopes that gravity might help get the rest of their babies out. 

Just as they had taken a few steps, the door swung open with the students that had left, bringing with them a school nurse and a few other faculty. Shocked eyes went from the birthing teacher over to the two newborns that were squalling for their parent, then back again.

“I… M-more babies are c-coming…” The teacher cried, their knees buckling beneath them. The students that had helped them to stand up were now carefully lowering them to the floor as the realization came that the third baby was stretching them wide. “C-can’t stop, I can’t stop-- f-feels so good..!” They moaned as they leaned back against one of the students for support as they pushed. It felt too good that they came twice more before the baby’s head was even out and the wide shoulders gave them their strongest orgasm yet.

They were a shaky, sweaty mess when their third baby entered the world with a loud cry. Students that had been doing on-hands help had been replaced by the school nurse and faculty, while someone had announced that an ambulance had been called. Someone wondered aloud if a single ambulance could even transport the sheer amount of babies that were coming out of their teacher.

“You’re doing amazing,” An older male teacher cooed into the ear of the one birthing, his large hand coming to stroke the prominent although somewhat-deflated belly. “I had no idea you were capable of this-- of having so many…”

The teacher whined, turning their head to look at the older man to the best of their ability. “J-just… I just wanna keep having babies,” they babbled, borderline incoherent before wincing because of a brand-new contraction. There were still two babies left inside and the next one had taken its time getting into position.

The man chuckled deviously, his next words whispered only for a single person’s ears. “Oh, that can definitely be arranged, love. After seeing so many tumble out of you I want to see how many more you can have…”

The thought of being filled only to do this yet again sent a thrill up their sore back. “Y-yeah… yes..!” they mewled as their gaping hole was suddenly filled with an exiting mass. They grinded their hips back and forth against nothing, as if they could simply thrust the baby out into the world. They were already coming again and the baby was barely crowning.

By the time the paramedics arrived with professional help, there was only one baby left inside. More students from other classes had at some point filtered into the classroom to witness the spectacle for themselves, although they were very quickly shooed away by teachers or the school nurse to give as much privacy as possible. The students who had been holding the now-sleeping newborns were allowed to stay to keep the babies warm and make sure they were okay.

When the paramedics attempted to help the teacher up onto the stretcher, they were met with a very adamant rejection. “N-no, it… baby’s already--” the teacher sputtered, spreading their legs as far apart as possible to give the paramedics a good look at their crowning baby. All five babies were going to be born in that classroom and there was nothing anybody could do about it. Having already pushed out four, a fifth proved to be routine by this point. Although the feeling of bearing down around the wide skull was still as overwhelming as ever, the teacher at least knew to expect it and had found a vague rhythm to pushing that felt best to them.

“Oh, my,” the main paramedic sounded off as they delicately touched the stretched sex around the baby’s crowning head. They glanced over to where the newborns were being monitored. “I think this one is your biggest yet…”

The teacher couldn’t help but to laugh wearily. “Of course it is…” They rubbed their hand over their mostly deflated tummy, the largest baby fully engaged and ready to be birthed. As much of an inconvenience having such an overcrowded and heavy womb had been, they were going to miss being pregnant.

With a mounting contraction, they let out a feeble, wanton cry as they pushed. It was obvious by the stretch how large the baby truly was, easily outweighing any of its older siblings. Progress was minimal just judging from the way it felt between their legs.

“Last one, love,” the male teacher who was still holding his birthing lover in his arms. He had whispered encouraging words into their ear since he’d arrived and his big hands very rarely ever left that pregnant swell. “You’ve just got one more and then you’ll have all of your babies…”

“Last one,” they parroted back weakly, shallow breaths coming out heavily as they strained over their final oversized baby. They were very sensitive and tired, their face covered in a film of sweat and tears from how much they had strained. It had been a while since they had started pushing and they could hear all of their babies cooing from across the room. They just needed to push this last one out so the babies could be cared for by their parent.

As another contraction racked through them and it felt like they were being split apart in only the most delicious of ways, they let out a guttural moan as they summoned what little energy they had left to push their last baby out. As they pushed and their hole grew impossibly wide around the large baby’s head, gasps and other exclamations of awe went ignored. The baby’s head broke free and with it, yet another wet gush of the pregnant teacher’s arousal. They had climaxed so many times-- even more times than it had taken to get them this pregnant in the first place. It only took one last contraction and few more strong pushes to get the rest of the baby out, a large little boy who looked more like an infant than a newborn in the paramedic’s hands.

[nancypreggo]

fill for an @imagineyourepregnant request also inspo from @pleasure-victim from this post tags/kinks: afab!reader, long, painful/difficult birth, home birth, unassisted(ish) birth, lactation

A woman is pregnant with septuplets (7 babies). Despite multiples usually coming early, she manages to make it to her due date. Her and her husband wake up to head to the hospital for a planned c-section, only to find a blizzard trapped them in their house. She then goes into labor and she's forced to deliver all seven babies with no medicine and just her husband helping her. The babies are large, some are in the wrong position, and the entire thing is excruciatingly long and painful for her.

Seven babies was quite a way to start a large family. You knew your family was fertile-- as was his-- judging from both yours and his many siblings, aunties, and uncles... but the most anyone had had on either side of your family was triplets. You supposed it was just a bit of luck on your side that gave you two such a wonderful blessing and you were both more than happy to fill your large house with all seven little babies.

Although your GYN had strongly insisted that you be admitted and put on observation at least during your last month of pregnancy, you politely declined. It was already going to be bad enough that you had to spend the necessary days in the hospital when you actually delivered them and you wanted to keep that stay as short as possible. If it were up to you, you wouldn't be getting a C-section at all but with so many babies-- and unusually large ones at that-- it was the safest and least painful method of getting them home.

On the morning of your scheduled C-section, you woke up with a pain in your back, towards the base of your spine. It was nothing too out of the ordinary since you were carrying seven very large, at-term babies, but coupled with the on-and-off contractions from the night previous, you were just glad you were heading to the hospital that day. You got out of bed with a little chill; it had been getting cold these days and you fluffy robe didn't even manage to cover any of your oversized, oblong stomach anymore.

Waddling into the bathroom to relieve yourself, you took a little breath and whined; the pain was only getting worse and you thought to wake your husband up early so you could start making your way to the hospital. When you were just about to brush your teeth, you looked out the window and realized you couldn't see into the neighbor's yard like you always could. In fact, you couldn't see hardly anything at all because of the falling snow.

Dropping the toothbrush and forgetting it altogether, you rushed as much as your large form would take you to wake up your husband. "Honey! Wake up..!"

Sure enough, when the two of you made it out towards the front of the house to inspect the driveway and the roads... You were completely snowed in. No one was coming or going and there was no way an ambulance was going to make it to the house while this blizzard was raging on.

"Ow..!" You yelped as your clutched the side of your stomach, your knees buckling under you as the pain of your latest contraction told ahold of you. Thankfully your husband was right there by your side to catch you and help you lean against the closest sturdy surface. "I think... I think the babies-- they aren't going to wait," you told him.

You and your husband were in no way, shape, or form, even moderately prepared to deliver one baby-- let alone seven. You had gone to Lamaze classes together but with a C-section in the plans, neither one of you had bothered to learn anything about natural birth.

You paled at the thought of pushing out seven babies with absolutely no anesthesia or an epidural. There wasn't even a way for a doctor to do a episiotomy to have the babies come through easier.

You were physically on your own when it came to delivering these babies into the world.

Your husband attempted to call 9-1-1 to at least alert of them of what was happening and possibly get medical advice over the phone but the blizzard raging on outside had the phone lines down. You both were just grateful to have electricity and access to hot water.

"I... I need to lie down," you cried, and your husband helped you to waddle your way back to the bedroom. Halfway there, another contraction gripped your stomach with a vice-like pressure that had you forcing out a painful howl. A torrent of fluid gushed out from between your legs and made an absolute mess on the hardwood floors. "O-oh... Oh, fuck-- th-they.. They're really coming..!"

"Let's go, love; let's get you back into bed and I'll look." Your husband tried to remain calm as he guided you into bed and helped you take off your robe. When you laid down, he took off your panties and gasped at the sight before him. He told you that you were dilating and there was already a mass bulging out your sex. When he pushed a few fingers into you, he gasped again. "Sweetheart, I think I can feel the first one!"

Tears ran down your cheeks at the realization as you looked up at your husband. He was trying his best to remain calm for your sake but you could tell he was just as scared as you were. The contractions were practically one on top of another, and the pains were becoming even more intense.

Sobbing out loud, you grasped at the bedsheets beneath you and it felt like you were opening up from the inside out. "Ohh, f-fuck..!" you yelled, feeling a burning sensation between your legs. The first baby had entered your birth canal and was fully engaged. Your body told you to push and with the next painful contraction, you did exactly that.

You let out a low, guttural moan as you pushed with all of your strength, your large tits bouncing up and down the large globe of your belly as you shook. You felt like you were being split apart and this was only the first of seven whopping babies.

"Oh g-god... I don't think I can do this..!" you cried out, falling back against the bed after the apex of your contraction ended. You reached down between your legs to feel for yourself but you hadn't yet made any progress. According to your husband, the baby wasn't even crowning.

With another sob, you thrashed your head back and forth, shaking your head as if you were literally refusing to go through with this. Unfortunately you had no choice. In fact, the next contraction was even more intense that it took you by surprise.

With legs spread apart wide, you reached up and grasp the backs of your knees and bore down with everything that you have. The shape of your ballooning belly shifted as you pushed, and that unimaginable burn comes back in full force.

"The baby! I can-- I can see the first baby..!" your husband announced. He rubbed your overly-stretched labia to ease your pain to no avail. This time you're able to get the baby to at least a full crown before falling back on the bed again, your chest heaving with dramatic breaths.

You're a sweaty mess, hair matting to the side of your face and your giant tits were freely leaking milk down your body. As much as you wanted to deny this and get your C-section, you were made to do this. You didn't have a choice.

You sobbed as your cunt squeezed around your newborn's wide head, it feeling impossibly large. You remembered your GYN telling you at your last appointment that each baby easily weighed nine to ten pounds but from the intense feeling between your legs you begged to differ; the baby was definitely much larger.

Another vicious contraction mounted and you had no choice but to bear down and push again, fresh tears cascading down your cheeks as you curled in on yourself as much as your inflated body allowed.

"Just a little more-- don't stop pushing, baby..!" Your husband cheers you on and you wish you could punch him in the face. You were doing all of the hard work over here and you were the one in excruciating pain. You pushed for as long as you could and suddenly-- it taking you by surprise-- the widest part of the head came and it felt like you were being split in half.

With a shrill, high-pitched scream, you bucked your hips up and your first baby's head shot out of you. You could feel your tender cunt lips gaping around the baby's thick neck but it's a much needed reprieve for you now that the head isn't lodged inside of you. "Oh, fuck... F-fuck, fuck," you cried, your chest still heaving with breaths. You can feel your husband caressing your abused sex, lifting the baby's head where it dangled between your legs.

Your husband looked up at you with admiration in his eyes. "They're so beautiful, sweetheart. You're doing such an amazing job--" he told you.

Although his sentiment is sweet and you adored the fact that he already loved this baby so much and they aren't even fully birthed yet, his kind words did nothing to alleviate your contractions or your discomfort. You can't even begin to think about the fact that you still have to do this six more times.

You decided to breathe through the next contraction, your body still not recovered from birthing the large baby's head. It would take a lot of strength to push the rest of the baby out and you could already feel their large, stocky shoulders filling you up and stretching.

"Pl-please..." you pleaded with your husband, "I-- I want a C-section, please... Please cut them out of me..."

Just as your husband opened his mouth to reply, another contraction seized your whole being and you groaned. You pushed yourself up with your arms into a vague sitting position, bearing down to push out the baby's shoulders. You could feel the overgrown newborn's thick shoulder pressing right up against your most sensitive spots an as you pushed, pleasure and pain mixed together to create an indescribable feeling.

As your screams crescendoed, the baby's shoulders were finally pushed through. The baby dangled there for a moment before your husband carefully pulled it out the rest of the way. You whined at the sensation and when the baby was finally pulled from you, your stretched cunt gaped around nothing.

Your husband's voice sounded far away as you lulled between states of consciousness and it wasn't until you felt a heavy weight on your chest that you lifted your head from the sweat-soaked pillow and noticed the squalling baby. "It's a girl," your husband told you with tears in his eyes.

The little girl wasn't very little at all; she was at least 23 inches long and easily weighed 11 lbs. She was flailing with the strength that was rare to see in newborns but then again most newborns weren't as large as her.

"O-oh my god, I-I can't believe I..." you started to speak, your husband moving to help you sit up so you could properly hold your new daughter against your chest.

Just as you turned your head to look up at your husband, a familiar pain gripped your insides. You winced and your stomach contorted under the pressure. Unable to speak because of the pain, you motioned for your husband to take your daughter you'd only just met so you could begin pushing her newest sibling into the world.

You had heard that in the case of multiples, once the first baby was born usually the others came along a little easier since the first was usually the biggest. As you strained to push the second baby through your birth canal you wanted to choke whoever spread that load of bullshit.

The baby that had lowered themself into your birth canal and was forcing you open from the inside out felt either as big as their older sister, if not even larger. "I... I can't..!" you cried as your cunt bloomed ungracefully around the baby.

"You can..!" Your husband continued to cheer you on, moving back between your legs while still holding onto the baby. "O-oh..! Oh, shit..."

Your husband's tone alerted you immediately and you looked down between your legs, anxious to see what was wrong. "What-- What is it..?!" you asked as another contraction came over you and you pushed weakly.

Feeling your husband's fingers against your aching sex, you felt a tug from within you. "It's a foot..!" Another tug as you realized then that your second baby was breech.

The next thirty minutes consisted of you pushing to the best of you ability and your husband uselessly attempting to help pull the baby out but it didn't seem possible without hurting the baby. You were on your own with this one. You had managed to get both feet delivered but your newest son apparently had a thick body that proved extremely difficult to deliver. Little by little you had managed to get your second baby half-way out but the progress was far too slow for your liking or your waning energy.

You could feel the other babies shifting in your womb, all of them impatient to make their appearances as well. You could already feel a third baby settling low in your womb, surely hot on the feet-- or head-- of the baby previous.

"N-no, no, no, no, noooo," you sobbed. Your husband had placed your firstborn into a bassinet and had taken his place behind you, holding you up for support so you could better push. Unfortunately it only did very little to help as you babies were just too big and too many to be pushed out naturally with no medicine or help whatsoever.

"You're doing amazing, baby-- pushing my babies out so well..." Your husband cooed in your ear as he massaged your tits. The stimulation helped to take the edge off and you would take anything at this point.

Another four agonizing pushes later and the baby's body was fully free. Your husband had set up your full-length mirror at the foot of your bed so you could both see your babies being delivered. When you peered between your legs, your suspicions were confirmed-- your son was even bigger than his older sister.

"I ne-need your help getting the head out... I'm so tired," you complained, your head lulling to the side. It had been more than an hour since you'd started pushing and you hadn't even managed to deliver the first two of your large brood.

When your husband moved back between your legs, he wedged a couple of fingers into your vagina. The added width made your already stretched, sensitive flesh burn even further and you clenched around him and your baby as a knee-jerk reaction. "H-hurts... hurts, hurts," you cried.

Your husband just gently shushed you, using his free hand to rub your swollen belly. "I know, baby, but I gotta make sure the cord's not around the baby's neck. Just bear with me for a little..."

The baby would wait for no one and as another contraction mounted, you were forced to push even with your husband's fingers inside of you. Very slowly the baby's features appeared from behind your over-stretched lips. First its chin, its lips, its nose, and then the rest of its head shot out with a gush of fluid. You wailed the entire time, your body trembling with aftershocks of the pain even as the baby was expelled from you.

"This one's even bigger," your husband said with an astonished voice. He told you that this one was at least thirteen pounds and measured longer than his sister.

Like you had suspected moments ago, you could feel your third baby settling into your birth canal. You knew you weren't going to have very much time to rest before your body was demanding that you push out yet another baby. You had barely caught your breath when you felt the large head of your next baby fully engaged. You supposed you were at least grateful that this one was positioned correctly.

Your back was aching from having delivered two babies already and you pleaded with your husband to help you move to sit on the edge of the bed and labor that way. With each foot placed firmly on the floor, you arched your back and let out another guttural moan. Your large sphere of a belly jutted out, obscuring your husband's viewpoint of your stretching cunt. It helped only vaguely to labor in this way; this baby was quite large as well.

"Ugh, th-this is one c-coming alreadyyy..!" you moaned, throwing your head back as you pushed. Having spent so much time delivering the first two, your strength was nearly depleting and your pushes were much weaker. It made progress come to a full standstill with your heavy baby just sitting right at the entrance of your sore cunt. If pushing out two had already made you so tired, you didn't know how you were going to get all seven out. You were afraid you were going to be pregnant forever, doomed to spend the rest of your days trying to push your large babies out.

You sobbed in pain as wave after wave of contractions came over you, your sore cunt throbbing. The head was so big and you could feel your sex bulging yet again as your body urged you to push. Adrenaline gave you strength from somewhere unknown and you gave into your physical instincts, pushing and bearing down on your child like a whelping bitch.

Your husband urged you to lean back further and pushed your legs apart so he could get a better look and gasped. "Oh, sweetheart-- the baby's already crowning. You're doing so well..!" he said, almost amazed that this one was seemingly coming out so easily.

Squirming where you sat, you were forced to push again and you could feel the burning sensation in your cunt intensify. You felt helpless as your womb clenched down, forcing your babies out from their overstayed welcome.

With a gush of fluid and blood, the head shot out and you screamed at the top of your lungs. As much as you wanted to close your legs and stop hell from continuing, you couldn't. The descending baby forced your legs apart and your body was no longer your own. You were a baby factory meant only to bring your babies into the world. The pain was too much for you and as contractions gripped your belly and tried to push your babies out, you couldn't muster up the strength to actually push.

When the baby managed to lower itself enough for your husband to pull it the rest of the way out, you let out another cry before fully passing out from the extreme exertion and pain.

The four babies still in your womb shifted, your journey not even half over yet.