Go Ahead Mami Breathe Again Novels & Stories

Continuous moaning escaped in her mouth. “Baby? Nimueh, what's happening?” Aiden's voice suddenly rang in her ears. He continued to ask when she was unable to answer. All she thought was there was something painful clenching her heart. “Sweet, stay focused. You can do it, look at Mama. There you are, okay, relax and don't panic. Try to think of something happy, then breathe slowly. You're doing great, sweet. Mama's here. Don't panic.” She could hear her mother's voice, soothing her when she was having an attack. She focused on hearing what she was saying, she focused to think happy moments, and not long after, her breath came into normal again.

My heart beats so fast and im running out of breath. "Ah-ah! Na-na. Ahhhhh!" I screamed. //Bless you! 🥰

"You can't kill me. You can't kill me." "I'm not gonna die. I'm not gonna die." 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

she said under her breath. Seeing the excitement on his sister's face, Aiden looked forward. He knew that the few reasons his sister could be so happy was when someone she loves is close by. Seeing their mother coming while speaking to her Assistant, Aiden screamed and set his camera, "Mummy!" Anamika was startled and instinctively looked in that direction. At that moment, Aiden took a very clear and clean photo of his mum's startled face. "Mummy!" Nadia ran forward when her mom spotted them.

Her only priority was her son and getting him to breathe again. Her harsh tone seemed to do the trick. Brenda sparked out of her terror long enough to dig through the diaper bag, her fingers coming back with the only thing standing between life and death. Eden snatched it from her, popped it out of its tube and leaned over Aiden. "Breathe, baby. Breathe. Come on, Aid, come on, baby, do it for mom, okay?" Eden said over and over as she held him in place, pressed the pen to the fleshy part of his leg, and held it for ten seconds.

Breathe? Breathe. Attempting to pull in a breath, she watched his head bob excitedly and continued, pulling in breath after breath. "Brandon is going to be okay." She nodded. "Papa!" "He needs you to be strong for him right now." She nodded. "I'm so sorry. He's gone." "You hear me? He's fine." Her fingers twitched. She stared at him. grounding herself. 'He's fine,' his voice echoed in her ears over and over again. He's fine...

"Look at me. Just me. Breathe with me. In for four, hold for four, out for four. Come on, baby. You can do this." Emma tried. Tried to match her mother's breathing. Tried to slow down the panic spiraling through her. In for four. Hold for four. Out for four. Again. And again. Slowly, gradually, the world stopped tilting. The walls stopped closing in. Emma could breathe again, even if each breath felt like it was cutting her open. "There you go," Faith murmured. "Good girl. Just keep breathing." "I don't know what to do," Emma whispered after a few minutes. "Mom, I don't know what to do."

Too late. He tapped the screen with his little finger, opened FaceTime, and before I could snatch the iPad away, Mama’s face appeared on the screen. Hair perfect, red lipstick, gold earrings, and the expression of a woman always prepared to spoil her first grandchild before God had a chance to say no. “Mi bebé!” Mama cried. Aiden immediately shoved his face close to the screen until only his nose and blue eyes were visible. “Abuela, I want a race car!”

“Maddie, look at me. Look at Mommy” She pulled her face away from my neck and glanced at me, her face red and wet with tears. “What do we do when we're upset?” “We... we breathe” she sobbed. “Good. Can you do that for me right now?” I asked. She didn't answer. “Madison, can you breathe for me, baby?” I asked again. “No?” she answered. “I don't want to breathe. I just wanna go home with you and my brother and sister. I don't like these people and I don't like it here. They hurt Kristie” she sobbed louder and threw her hands around my neck.

“You’re going to be okay. Everything is going to be fine.” Tears streamed down my face as another wave of pain surged through my body. “It hurts, Mom,” I whimpered, gripping her hand as tightly as I could. “I know, sweetheart. I know it does,” she murmured, her eyes filled with empathy. “Just breathe, okay? Remember the breathing exercises we practiced. It will be over soon. Think about your baby. Just focus on them.”