Rumbling Stomach Newborn Novels & Stories

Like crazy, I showed the photo earlier to my stomach. "Hey, baby look, daddy is so cute in this photo. Hopefully you are more cute than daddy." I left my hand is facing the photo of my stomach, my right hand stroking my belly. "You're just like Mommy, because Mommy is cuter." Gerald is already in my stomach. My baby's response was even more intense, kicking repeatedly. I can only hold my belly, emotion, and happiness. What else am I looking for in this world if I have got this happiness?

He never rushed them. Most afternoons I stayed in the garden. My belly had grown so round that sitting on the stone bench felt clumsy now. Six months, maybe closer to seven. The baby never stopped moving, sharp kicks that made me catch my breath, slow rolling turns, tiny hiccups that sent little ripples across my stomach. Every time it happened I laid my palm there and tried to smile. On good days the smile felt real, on others it stayed stuck somewhere behind my ribs.

There weren't many children for a check-up when they got in the waiting room. “Hello, little Collin. Why's our baby crying, hmm?” Dr. Marissa assisted them and she was beaming after seeing Miracle in her room. “Are you always making her burp?” She asked, caressing Miracle's stomach. “Yes. But she woke up today crying. I thought she's just missing her Dad but I noticed she's crying more than before.” Dr. Marissa checked her stomach and Miracle cried harder. “She's having her first tooth. Come here and see it.”

"We'll get the doctor on the line. Probably just reflux, but we're not guessing." While he rocked her, I called the pediatrician. The nurse walked us through it...keep her upright after feeds, smaller more frequent meals, monitor for dehydration. No fever, no blood, just the classic spit-up drama. Minor, she said. Common as hell in newborns. Relief hit me so hard I had to sit down again. Damon stayed on the couch with us for the next hour, Lily finally dozing against him after a careful feeding. His free hand rubbed my knee. "You scared the shit out of me for a second there."

he exclaims, his voice a mix of shock and curiosity. "The baby has the hiccups!" I say, still giggling. Vincent's eyes light up with amusement as he watches my belly move again. "That's so strange but amazing," he says in awe, his hand automatically reaching out to feel the tiny hiccups. Vincent gently strokes my belly, feeling the rhythmic movements caused by the baby's hiccups. His touch is tender, his fingertips tracing the contours of my skin. "It's like...little flutters," he muses, his voice filled with warmth.

“Top up please, and this will be a little cold… Oh, that’s a nasty scar.” “Yeah, someone shot me,” Aislen wrinkled her nose. “I tend to inspire violence in people.” “Oh, I’m sure that’s not true…” The doctor said absently as she rolled a device over Aislen’s tummy to the almost painful sound of scratching. “Is that Aislen’s stomach rumbling?” Rhett wondered. “Shut up you,” Aislen laughed at him. “Ah…” The doctor let out a pleased sigh as a quick patter of thumps dominated the scratchiness. She listened for a moment. “Definitely a baby in there. Nice strong heartbeat.”

The tiny guy felt constant kicks because he didn't appear to stop at all. "Does it move like this often?" inquired Clarence. "Not very frequently... It moves a lot, but only recently. When it is fatigued, it will rest after causing a disturbance for a bit." "Usually how long?" Stella neglected to check the time, thus she was unaware. Clarence didn't press her for an answer without getting one. He did not blink as he looked at his palm. The tiny creature inside Stella's stomach would twitch and sway. He would find another corner to stir things up in. So Clarence moved his hand, following the baby's trail. He maintained the gesture for a minimum of five minutes. Stella didn't feel anything was

she chirped, unwrapping Emma. She listened to her heart, checked her hips, shone a light in her eyes. I stood beside her, hovering. I had a mental list. "Is her breathing normal?" I asked. "It seems fast. And irregular." "Periodic breathing," Dr. Evans said calmly. "Totally normal for newborns." "What about the spot on her back? Is that a bruise?" "Mongolian spot. Birthmark. Normal." "She sneezes a lot. Allergies?"

My stomach rumbled loudly in anticipation. I was carefully folding a set of tiny blue onesies when it happened. A strong, unmistakable kick landed right against my ribs, hard enough to make me flinch in surprise. “Oh!” I gasped, my hands freezing on the clothes. The sensation was so clear, so powerful, not the gentle flutters I had felt before, but a real, solid kick from one of our boys. Another kick followed almost immediately, this one even stronger, making my whole belly visibly move. “Mom!” I called out, my voice bright with excitement. “Mom, come here!”

I muttered profanities very silently as I I felt something punch on the inside of my stomach, my hand feeling a small bump every time it punched me and I groaned in pain. "The triplets, they are kicking!" I squealed as I felt another kick, and a small smile came onto my face as I stared at my moving belly. Nolan quickly rushed to my side, then he spread his hands across my belly as he waited for a kick. Just then, there was another strong kick on my belly where Nolan's hand was, so I placed my hand over his and looked up to see his eyes widening in surprise, happiness pouring out those baby blues as he gazed at my stomach in awe.