Fateful Birth Day - Part 1
Nine months ago a volcano near a US city went off unexpectedly. No one was hurt, but a cloud loomed over the city for a week, and in that time, people had water, but no electricity. They got bored and made a ton of babies. Nine months later, the hospital system was completely unprepared…
Luke worked as an orderly at the city’s one labor and delivery ward. In the lobby ladies with big pregnant bellies come in, looking anxious. They did not have their men with them, who had all been drafted to active deployment in the last 6 months. Those left to help these women were younger siblings, cousins, nieces, nephews, or the next generation whose sons were off to war.
Luke, just 18, bound for the draft as well in just a few short weeks, often saw pregnant women around. He had a thing for their pregnant bellies, but kept it in check. He didn’t get to work around women in labor really. Female orderlies might, but they had the male orderlies help out around only when women weren’t in hard labor. He had heard many grunts in the past walking by labor suites, though. Once he had been asked to get something on the ward, and as he walked down the hall and turned a corner, there was a woman half squatting in the hall with her big belly bared, having a hard contraction. She was walking the halls in labor, as women do. Her eyes went wide at the sight of a young man she didn’t know and who clearly wasn’t a doctor (both by his age and clothing) seeing her belly bared in hard labor, so she tugged it down and blushed, eyes wide. He turned, left, and never heard of it again.
But now, they needed all the help they could get. The waiting room was getting crowded. His female boss instructs, “now the ladies are going to want female coaches, so try to just give them counter pressure on their backs, tell them to relax. The ones that are closer, tell them to NOT breathe slowly… that will open them up. They’re probably almost fully dilated, you need to encourage them to make quick, shallow, panting breaths to help them keep everything in. Just try to give them as much privacy as you can. Hopefully you won’t have to deliver any babies. We need to triage and try our best to get the most critical in to the doctors.” Luke can tell that will be unlikely.
He notices most of the women are petite, with overly round, big bellies. He knows that women like that can have a lot of lower belly / back / bum labor. He walks in. Immediately 3 women who had had their shirts up, tucked under their breasts to air their sweaty laboring bellies out, tug their shirts down, not even able to quickly fully cover their big bellies at this point. They try to eye Luke, but are also so enthralled in their labors. They’re in various stages, but a few of them are clearly in active labor. They huff and puff and pant, eyes wide, surveying the general pandemonium, dramatically rubbing their bellies, eyes hoping to catch the eyes of a doctor or female staff member, who whisk in and out.
Luke walks up to one lady who is clearly in mid-contraction sitting on the hard chair. She is wide eyed, clearly concentrating, belly moving up and down rhythmically it tandem with her quick breaths. She’s clearly trying to suppress in front of Luke, a man, that she’s in hard labor. “How are you feeling honey.”
She pants, “I really need to hee hee rub my hoo hoo belly but to do that hoo hoo hoo I need to lift my shirt… could you please turn away while I have this contraction so I can rub my belly? It’s really soothing and I need to because I’m having a hee hee hoo hoo hard time with this contraction. It’s hee hee starting to feel hoo hoo like the baby’s gonna start coming out.” Her eyes are as wide as saucers, poor thing, and she looks scared. She already looks sweaty and exhausted, her shirt constricting her. Her legs spread, her big belly out to here in her lap. Panicky, another contraction is starting, and her eyes grow wide, “hee hee hoo hoo ooooh I hoo hoo hoo I need ooohhh…” and then she looks in the corner, sees it, and looks mortified.
Luke turns to see what she’s seeing. In the corner, there is commotion amongst other women in labor. One is squatting, red in the face, pushing hard in the aisle, squatting over a bed pan. A big hard poop half stuck out of the lady’s bottom as her baby is also clearly starting to crown… If that’s happening to her right now, that could happen to this woman too. Another contraction starts, “I have to get up…..” she starts to get up, slowwwwly arching her back, making her belly reallllly stick out.
“Miss where are you going at a time like this?!” Luke asks, astonished in this state she can move. “Bathroom… mmhhmm” she grunts, catching herself to keep from pushing, “I need the toilet.” She waddles off to the women’s room, a long line of women in heavy labor awaiting.
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