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It's about time --3am(Tag Tyr, then eventually Juliet)

Feb 20, 2010 17:11

Margaret couldn't sleep. She tried to be careful and quiet, trying not to wake Tyr getting up for the fourth time that night. She put on robe and slippers and padded into the nursery and turning on the light, taking a cloth to the furniture in case some dust had settled on it in the last fifteen minutes. She checked and re-folded and rearranged the ( Read more... )

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kodiak_tyr February 25 2010, 00:57:45 UTC

There was something in the air. It was more than Margaret's wakefulness, which Tyr had been monitoring like he'd been watching everything else related to her and her condition. There was a different something.

Scent? Feeling?

Pain.

It took a few repetitions to register that Margaret was having pains. Regular pains. What else could it be? He rose silently.

"Do you think you're ready?" he asked quietly. She was so close to being Nietzschean in her natural ways that it seemed likely that she'd know. Why she would wait for him instead of telling him... It could be subliminal, or it could be last concerns. it could be that she wanted him to ask. He smiled slightly. "Physically. Everything else has been ready."

They were both as prepared as they could be. The rest was a battle to be fought at the time.

kodiak_tyr February 28 2010, 10:47:52 UTC

"Things appear to be going well."

Normal for the situation, not well in the sense that Margaret was in pain. But that was normal for the situation.

"I'll be here during the delivery," he said, just in case the doctor or anyone else had any doubts. Margaret had to know he'd stay, and the doctor as well. Peripheral nurses might not be used to the idea of the father being there.

They'd deal.

Pardon for delay.

island_juliet February 28 2010, 14:24:51 UTC

Juliet nodded as she took Margaret's blood pressure. "Do you plan on cutting the umbilical cords too?" She wanted to make sure everything was ready if he did.

"Blood pressure is great, and the babies are great." Pulling on gloves, she fixed the stirrups. "Let's check you out and see how far you are."

mjrhoulihan February 28 2010, 16:25:14 UTC

Margaret's awareness rose from the contraction as it ebbed, and she gave a warm smile to Tyr. She didn't need him to be there, but she certainly wanted him there.

"Would you cut the cords?" she asked him, "That would be wonderful." She was a softy for symbolism.

Her expression changed entirely as she viewed the stirrups. Distaste warred with resignation on her face, and finally resignation won over. She climbed onto the bed, and splayed herself like a chicken ready to be stuffed, helpless. She reached to make some sort of contact with Tyr.

"Please make it quick?" She said to Juliet. She wasn't going to stay in these things a second longer than was absolutely necessary, and should a contraction come, she was going to be out of them right away.

ooc: no worries-- to Juliet: say she's about 5cm.

kodiak_tyr March 2 2010, 04:27:51 UTC

Tyr nodded.

"I would like to."

He also eyed the stirrups with distaste. Whatever was required to have children, of course, but he would not have wanted to be in Margaret's place. The pain was one thing, but to have to put up with such indignity was another.

Still, anything, anything to have children.

He looked at the doctor.

"She's not armed." He was completely serious, though likely the doctor wouldn't be surprised. A Nietzschean doctor might be. Anyone not known to Tyr in his own universe would have a gun at their back during this entire procedure--to protect mother and children.

island_juliet March 2 2010, 04:38:17 UTC

"Once we get past this indignity, you can get into whatever position is comfortable for you, Margaret," Juliet tried to reassure her. "This position is the best I can check your cervix," she said, holding eye contact with her and being as gentle as possible.

"And you're about a five, so halfway there." Gently helping her move her legs, Juliet took off her glove and stood up, hands on her hips. Tyr's comment didn't get a strange look or an off the wall comment because she knew he was serious.

"How are you feeling, Margaret. Pain is manageable?" She wouldn't force drugs; she wouldn't even bring it up because she knew the woman could make the decision herself.

mjrhoulihan March 2 2010, 13:34:52 UTC

As soon as she was released, Margaret pulled herself to a sitting position using whatever was handy-- the bedrail, Tyr. It wasn't the indignity, well it wasn't the indignity as much as it was the feeling of powerlessness in that splayed position ( ... )

kodiak_tyr March 4 2010, 19:25:44 UTC

Everything was going as it was supposed to and it was mostly waiting on his part. His anxiety was high but only another Nietzschean would know it, or someone who knew him extremely well. He didn't pace or anything else most expectant fathers would do. He was watching his wife and the monitors and everything else, appearing as calm as ever.

"If you need anything, I'll be here." This was for the doctor's sake mostly, since Margaret already knew that.

Unless you need him, he'll just watch from now on until they're born. That'll help things go faster. Also, all of the tags are now one word per line for some reason, so it's weird reading them on the journal.

island_juliet March 5 2010, 02:58:05 UTC

"There's no need for me to hover then," she said as she looked at Margaret. I'll check in every few minutes, but you know your body better than any stuffy doctor with a degree. If you need to get up, walk around, yell at me from the doorway..."

Juliet smiled. "I'll see you in a little bit."

mjrhoulihan March 5 2010, 03:11:47 UTC

Several hours passed, the contractions getting closer and closer together and stronger. Finally there came a time when Margaret came as close to needing a man as she ever had.

"Tyr?" she reached out for him. Just needing his solid bulk to lean her head against. She rolled her head back and forth against his warm solidity as the contraction rolled through her...and she could cope. But she was beginning to wonder how much more there would be--how much worse things would get.

island_juliet March 5 2010, 04:01:15 UTC

After a little while, Juliet came back in and did some checking of Margaret.

"You're moving right along, these babies were ready. It'll be time to push soon. How are you doing pain wise? We're coming up on it being too late to decide you want an epidural. If you don't want one, that's fine, but you can't change your mind later."

She checked all of the monitors, saw that everything was fine and looked back at Margaret. "Which position do you feel like would be most comfortable for you to push in?"

mjrhoulihan March 5 2010, 04:09:11 UTC

That she was getting close, gave Margaret new energy, she was sweaty, and tired but she looked up at Juliet with a smile.

"Oh good. No, the pain--still isn't really pain, it's like really, really hard work with already sore muscles." There was a difference, perhaps only in Margaret's mind, but there it was. As to the position in which to push,

"Up." Margaret was terse, and firm. She was NOT going to get back in those stirrups.

island_juliet March 5 2010, 04:12:53 UTC

"Gravity is probably going to be your best asset, so up all the way or even squatting until the babies each start to crown might help."

mjrhoulihan March 5 2010, 04:23:56 UTC

Margaret nodded, and settled, sitting up, leaning forward on Tyr's, resting her head on his solid shoulder, rolling it back and forth during the contractions. He was watching the monitors, she could relax about that. He would let her know if there was any trouble.

She was close, she could do this, each contraction, once done, was never going to come again.

She was so focused on relaxing, working with the contractions, that she was unaware of time passing.

The next thing that did grab her attention was the so called 'urge to push'. There was no 'urge' there was an urgent NEEED to push.

Margaret was a nurse, she knew that a woman shouldn't push unless she was fully dilated. She knew she should wait to be examined...but what she did was make sure neither Juliet nor the nurse was looking, and very quietly, no loud grunts, or getting red in the face, very stealthily started to push.

"nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh,"

island_juliet March 5 2010, 04:29:51 UTC

Juliet looked over at the sound and eyed her sharply. "I would hate for something to tear. Then you'll have to use the stirrups while I stitch you up," she said casually.

mjrhoulihan March 5 2010, 04:34:57 UTC

Margaret ignored her for the duration of the contraction, pushing was so great a relief it was nearly bliss, and she was not going to stop till the contraction was over.

Then she laid back far enough, and spread her knees far enough for Juliet to check her -- quickly. She had not a shred of modesty left, she was too busy getting ready to have these....flipping babies.

"Oops."

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