Novel & Cerita Mpreg Painful Birth Fanfiction

Although it would be a cesarean section, some women reported feeling pain after the anesthesia wore off. Some women said it felt more painful than giving birth to a single child or twins. Deanna was a bit worried about that, especially after learning that Meazus was going to the battlefield. The woman felt her heart was in turmoil at the moment, but she couldn't express it to Meazus because he had already promised as an alpha to the Pandora Pack. Additionally, Meazus was also thinking about what would happen if he wasn’t by Deanna’s side during the triplets’ birth. Meazus hoped that this war could end peacefully or at least not be as brutal as the wars of years past.

" I manage to say In between the constant pain. He smiles at me as he says, Yes, Your fully dilated Megan. It seems this Royal baby is in a hurry. I turn to Halturian, frightened as I squeeze his hand. Rune remains calm as he says, "Are you ready to push?" Another pain takes over, making me scream out. Halturian holds my hand, cursing when I squeeze tighter, he whispers in my ear. "You can do this baby, your the strongest person I know." I nod my head as the tears run down my face, fuck this hurts. "I need painkillers...... I can't do this........."

"I think I need to push now." Their daughter was born thirty-seven minutes later. It took another hour for Miguel and Casey to get the severe migraine she experienced during the birthing process under control. Reyes paced the room with their daughter held in his arms, terror clawing at his heart until he thought he would fall to his knees and beg for God to take him if He would just spare Casey this pain. She tried weakly to reassure him, whispering from the bed where the nurses had changed the sheets and dimmed the lights, but she was in too much pain.

But there is one secret that Brian never told anyone. During Clara's second pregnancy, she gave birth to a weak boy, the child didn't even cry when he was just born, Brian saw for himself how panicked the doctor was at the time, while Clara was very weak and fainted from the pain of taking out the baby, which was quite large. . As the world was not on their side, the baby boy could not be saved.

I was panting, covered in sweat, and I felt like I was going to explode. “Eda! We’re here! We’re here, love!” I heard Izar’s voice as he entered, followed by his brother. “We’re sorry! So sorry! It won’t happen again!” Cygnus said in a panic, kissing my forehead. I could only groan in pain and took a deep breath. The doctor positioned himself between my spread legs and told me to push—which I immediately did. My mates wiped the sweat off my face as I tightly gripped their hands. They were encouraging me, whispering comforting words, and I focused on giving birth. It felt like I was pushing out a watermelon—it was so hard! I cried because I felt like I couldn’t do it anymore.

Two months later… The pain overwhelmed me completely. It was early morning, and I groaned as I got up and placed my feet on the cold floor of my room. “It’s time, Malia,” Fawn said in my head. “Oh my God. Not again,” I groaned. “This time, with just one baby, we can have a natural birth,” Fawn said, excited. “Oh, no! It… it must hurt,” I whimpered. “Malia, we’re strong, dear,” she winked at me. “We’ll manage. We always do. Look at everything we’ve been through,” she sighed.

"What have I become?" ... Three years passed. When I had pretended to miscarry, I had actually returned to the Shadow Pack and given birth to a healthy pup—Zack. The delivery had been difficult, my body weakened from the repeated poisonings, but my son had fought his way into the world with stubborn determination. His first cry had been the sweetest sound I'd ever heard. Now, at three years old, Zack was the joy of the Shadow Pack. His silver-gray eyes—so like his father's—sparkled with intelligence, and his laughter brightened even the darkest corners of our territory.

I could not hold back my tears as I struggled to stand on my feet, mother and son watching me with disinterest while I quietly suffered great pain. "Why would you attack Mia, Hailey?" He questioned, his voice strict and detached like a cold disciplinarian would handle his child. I was too in pain to talk. "Hospital, please." I begged in a low, pain-filled voice. "Are you the only girl to have ever gotten pregnant?! What is you and my son driving you to the hospital constantly?" Martha started. "Why don't you tell us who's responsible for that bastard in your womb and we'll gladly take you to him?!"

Jasmina pushed. Screaming. Every muscle straining. The baby fighting to be born. Outside, war raged. Metal clashing. Wolves howling. Magic exploding. Her pack fighting for survival. Inside, a different battle. Life versus death. Pain versus purpose. Agony versus love. "Again," Meredith commanded. "Push harder. I can see the head." Another contraction. Jasmina bore down. Pushed with everything she had. The baby's magic surged with the effort. Massive explosion contained by wards. The symbols blazed white-hot. Crackling. Barely holding.

Micalo murmured before finally shifting. As his bones cracked to shift, his painful howls and screams rang throughout the hospital and I am pretty sure he scarred everyone in it. I could bet Chester’s s*xy ass that the number of male pregs was going to come crashing down after this. “Now remember, breathe and push, breathe and push, breathe and push …. ,” Ingrid instructed.