Rumbling Stomach Newborn Novels & Stories

Phoebe immediately stopped beside me and reached out to grip my arm. “Are you okay, Naomi?” she asked worriedly. “I…ummm…my stomach is fluttering…” “Fluttering? Do you feel sick?” she inquired. “No. It’s…weird. It feels like I have butterflies,” I answered. “Butterflies?” she repeated before giving me a soft smile. “May I?” I nodded, and she gently placed her hand on my stomach, moving it around before letting it rest on the right side of my small baby bump.

I replied. He nodded. “That’s good to hear. By the way, you look quite... happy today. I can tell your baby is bouncing happily.” “Bounce?” I chuckled. “He has been calm for as long as I can remember. Is it a must our baby needs to bounce?” “Yes. It’s very necessary. It shows how healthy and alive the child is. But when they are calm, one can’t tell if its alive or dead.” I grew scared. Could that be why the nurses were murmuring? Could it be there was something wrong with my baby and they’ve refused to tell me?

I didn't know anything. "She's probably gassy," Lydia said, not looking at me. "Newborns are like that. Their digestive systems are still learning how to work. She's got all this food, this new world, everything is new and confusing and she doesn't know how to handle it yet." "What do I do?" "Burp her more. Hold her upright after feeding. Sometimes they just need to be held. Not rocked, not walked, just held. Your warmth, your heartbeat, and your smell. That's what calms them down."