Novel & Cerita Breathing Rhyme

"Nobody else is going to remember the hip-squeeze technique either. They’ll be sorry they weren’t taking notes when the actual birth starts." "It's breathing, Mason. I've been doing it my whole life." "It's patterned breathing. There's a structure." Marisol claps twice. "We'll start with the slow-paced breath. In for four, out for eight. Partners, breathe with them." I close my eyes. In for four. The baby stretches, one long roll, foot dragging across the inside of my ribs like she's checking the acoustics. Behind me, Mason is counting under his breath. "Are you counting out loud?"

Anthony peeked out from behind her, looking smug. I collapsed onto the floor, finally snapping back to my senses. Looking at my sister's blazing eyes, mine turned red. "Sis, I'm sorry. Please don't be mad." I struggled to my feet, enduring the unbearable itch crawling across my skin, and began putting every rubber figurine back where it belonged. In the end, my throat was so swollen I could barely breathe, and my face turned a sickly blue before I collapsed onto the ground again. Yessenia watched me gasp for air while still trying to clean up. She seemed a little taken aback.

A moment later, he pressed his nose against my neck and took a deep breath in, breathing in my scent the way he always does. Another sound of pure relief slips past his lips as he exhales. A second later, he pressed his nose firmly against his favorite spot on my neck and took a deep breath, inhaling my scent the way he always does.

"Feel the power inside you. It's there, buzzing just beneath your skin." "It's terrifying." "Power always is but fear makes you lose control. So we breathe through it." My thumbs press gently at the base of her neck. "In through your nose, slow, hold for three counts, out through your mouth." She tries and it's shaky at first. "Again. Find the rhythm." She breathes once, twice, three times. The glow around her hands dims slightly. "Good. You're already learning." "It doesn't feel like learning. It feels like drowning."

“Blow out a deep breath, then close your mouth tightly, breath in with your nose, and silently count to four, one, two, three, four, stop breathing in.” “Stop breathing in, and hold your breath, count silently to seven, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven.” “Then breathe out again with your mouth, and count silently, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.” “Breath in and out four times, this is a set. You need to do three sets, then you’ll fall asleep.” Anna finished, but couldn’t hear his voice anymore. She waited for a minute, but still, he didn’t speak.

Chest rise and falling. "I've to do this!" I mumured under my breathe.

Balin followed behind him. “Close your eyes, young Rave. Begin the breathing. Balin placed his fingers lightly on Rave’s cheek. Leesa watched as Rave began a series of long, slow breaths through his nose. With each breath, the inhale and exhale grew slightly longer. When each seemed to Leesa to last an impossibly long time, Rave began to shorten his breaths, just as gradually as he had lengthened them. The breathing exercise lasted for several minutes. Finally, Balin removed his fingers from Rave’s cheek. He motioned for Leesa to join them.

“Breathe.” “I am breathing.” “Through your teeth. You do that when you’re freaking out.”

Breathe in one two three four five Breathe out one two three four five Breathe in one two three four five Breathe out one two three four five Breathe in one two three four five Breathe out one two three four five

I close my eyes as I breathe her in, filling my lungs with her heavenly scent. I’m about to pull away when I feel her small hands on my chest, and I freeze with my lips still against her forehead. She hesitantly runs her hands up my chest to connect behind my neck, and my lungs start to burn as I realize that I had been holding my breath.