Perut Bawah Terasa Keras Novels & Stories

Another contraction hits halfway to triage. This one is merciless. It starts deep in my back, a hot, grinding ache, then surges forward, wrapping around my middle like a steel cable pulling tighter and tighter. The pressure is overwhelming, building to a burning peak that radiates down my thighs and up into my ribs. My belly hardens completely, skin stretched so tight it feels like it might split. I grip the wheelchair arms with my free hand. Lean forward as far as I can. Breathe through gritted teeth, short, sharp gasps.

Even a miracle doctor couldn't do anything with such a vague description. The viewers felt like he was deliberately giving the streamer a hard time, but Aria said slowly, "Let's not talk about your friend for now. I noticed that your lips are a bit purplish, and you look thin. Your upper abdomen is hurting all the time; you have difficulty digesting your food; and you have a burning feeling in your abdomen. Am I right?" Eric was there to watch Aria make a fool of herself. Yet, his smile now froze on his face. His shift in expression was apparent on the live stream.

About exhaustion that makes simple tasks feel overwhelming, pain that shoots through my pelvis at random moments, the way intimacy has become uncomfortable and then impossible. Dad listens without interruption, his expression growing more serious with each symptom I describe. When I awkwardly mention the pain during sex, his jaw tightens slightly, but he doesn't make me feel embarrassed or ashamed. "Can you lean back for me?" he asks gently. "I want to check a few things." His examination is thorough but gentle— pressing carefully along my abdomen, noting when I wince or tense. His hands are clinical, professional, but I can see worry building behind his eyes.

ANYA THREE MONTHS LATER I woke up with an uneasy feeling in my lower abdomen. My stomach tightened, and I moved around the room, trying to ease the discomfort. As I shifted, a sudden, sharp pain shot through me, causing my eyes to widen in alarm. My hand instinctively went to my belly, feeling the tension there. Oh, no. It couldn't be...

Crouching down, I grabbed the girl’s hand, checking her pulse. Medicine was one of the few things I never hesitated over. “Who are you?” the woman snapped, trying to pull her daughter away. “Don’t move. I can help her.” The woman shuddered, her hands trembling as she loosened her grip. I checked the girl’s eyes, then pressed gently on her lower abdomen. Her abdomen was rigid. Too hard. “What is it? Is my daughter okay?” Thankfully, it was a minor case of constipation.

"A very healthy, very active boy. His heart rate is perfect. He’s just... tucked away. Kiara has extremely tight abdominal muscles, which is common for someone with her activity level. But that’s not the issue." "Then what is?" Kiara asked. Aris sighed and sat down. "I performed a pelvic exam while we were doing the checks. Kiara, your pelvic floor and the vaginal canal are... exceptionally rigid. It’s a condition of high muscle tone, likely exacerbated by the fact that you are a virgin." Vince let out a huff. "We’re back to this? What does that have to do with anything?"

Bella said mildly. “So is sleep,” I muttered. I was about to make another crack when something… shifted. It's not the usual kick or roll. Deeper. A pressure that started in my lower back and wrapped around to my front like an invisible belt tightening by degrees. My hand flew to the top of my belly. “Okay,” I breathed. “Ow.” Both of them were upright in a blink. “What?” Naomi demanded. “What was that?” “Probably just Braxton Hicks,” Bella said, trying for calm and landing somewhere just short of it.

He merely nodded in acknowledgment. “Bennedith here is complaining of acute pain in his navel and lower right abdomen. He said his pain is most severe when he coughs, walks, or makes sudden jarring movements. He also said he is nauseous and has vomited thrice today,” Ameera explained.

I'm so clueless. I should have paid more attention to Sloane growing up. “I…uh… so…” I scratch the back of my neck. “Let’s say… theoretically, someone is experiencing... intense abdominal… rage.” She blinks again. “What?” I clear my throat. “You know. Like... woman pain. In the lower region.” I demonstrate, “and has a very angry uterus situation.” Now she’s looking at me like I’m about to propose an alien autopsy. “Ohhh,” she says slowly.

There was a sudden, violent sizzle, a loud POP, and then a HISS coming from the kitchen. “OW!” Camilia shrieked, a plate instantly shattering to the floor. “Oh my God, that burns! It burns!” My heart leaped into my throat. “Camilia! Are you okay?” I started to push myself up from the couch, but just as I did, a sharp, seizing pain laced through my lower abdomen. It wasn't the familiar ache of round ligament pain: this was deeper, more intense, making my breath hitch. I gasped, clutching my belly, unable to move quickly. The sudden cramp rooted me to the spot, I couldn't scream.