Novel & Cerita Rumbling Stomach Newborn

Today marked our maiden glimpse of our growing baby through an ultrasound. A mix of nerves and anticipation caused a slight flutter in my stomach. I leaned back into Artemy's solid chest, his reassuring touch a balm to my apprehensions. His hand moved to rest on the gentle curve of my baby bump, a warm smile crossing his lips as he felt the baby's subtle movement.

Apart from being too luxurious, she also has no appetite. However, she suddenly felt heartburn. As usual, she always felt that way in the morning. "Wait a minute, I'll be back," said Jenny who was about to go to the toilet. It has become her habit every morning, her stomach sometimes feels heartburn all of a sudden. After that, he heard the sound of a cell phone vibrating in her bag. Jenny didn't take it with her. Without waiting any longer, Alex immediately took the phone and saw the name of the caller.

The frock stretched tight over my belly, the fabric rising with each breath. And then it happened. thump-thump-thump. A strange, rhythmic flutter inside me. I froze. “Oh no. Not again.” I pressed both hands over my bump, wide-eyed. The little movements came quick, steady, almost like tiny kicks but lighter, hiccuping in rhythm. “Bean,” I whispered, leaning down slightly. “Not the hiccups again.” The flutter kept going, insistent. I groaned. “Do you know how weird this feels? Like popcorn popping in my stomach. Stop it!”

I struggled instinctively, the sound echoing in the dark like mockery. I sucked in a shaky breath and looked down immediately. My stomach was the first thing I checked. The most important thing. I twisted as much as the ropes allowed, craning my neck to look at myself, searching for blood or pain. Fortunately, there was nothing. I exhaled slowly, forcing myself not to panic. I brought my hands down and pressed them over my stomach, rubbing gently to warm my baby up. It was freezing.

Brother Ihsan, our first child who is staying at the Sukabumi Islamic boarding school, always asks how the baby is in his mother's womb when he calls. No... I don't want to spoil all their fun. After all, said Dr. Agus, it is still in the early stages, there is a high chance of recovery. Trying to reassure yourself that everything will be fine. Instill positive thinking, because it will provide good stimulation for the baby and the mother. Even so, you still have to maintain health, for the sake of the baby in the stomach - gently rubbing the stomach invites him to chat.

They move in that particular way newborn things move—not quite coordinated, not quite intentional, just small twitches and squirms as they search for warmth, for milk, for the heartbeat that has been their whole world until twenty minutes ago. The first one—the one that almost wasn't—is in the middle. I can see it from here. Smaller than the others. Its fur still damp, not quite dried despite all the towels, all the rubbing. But its chest is rising. Falling. Rising again. "Mama." Alexander's voice is a rasp. Sandpaper wrapped in cotton. He's been talking for hours—to Kyle, to the puppies, to anyone who would listen and some who couldn't. His throat must be raw.

I stood in front of the mirror in our room and lifted my shirt. There it was, a small curve. My stomach was not flat anymore. It rounded just under my ribs, like I had swallowed something warm and it decided to stay. I pressed my hand to it and felt a kick. Stronger than last week. Alpha babies grew fast. Everyone knew that, but I just didn’t think it would be this fast. The problem was not the bump. The problem was the heat. For weeks the paste my aunt made me had worked. Gray and thick and smelling like ash. It dulled the scent. It hid the light. Now it was burning.

I thought it was hungry worms, or gas, or stomach muscles tensing from stress. "I thought it was worms," I said honestly. "Worms?" "Yes. I thought I had an upset stomach, or that there were hungry worms inside." The doctor laughed. For the first time, her tense face softened into something warm. "That's not worms, Miss. That's your baby. He's kicking, moving, and trying to communicate with you." I stared at the ultrasound screen again. The fetus moved again. Its small hands clenched into fists, then opened. Its tiny feet kicked and kicked.

Logan volunteered to hold Lena throughout the ride to the hospital. I didn’t object because she was calmer with him than with me. “Doctor, is something to worry about?” Logan fired questions after questions at the pedestrian who had seen the overprotective father before. “Lena is fine. Infants could cry often but mostly it’s gastric. Please, make sure you burp her properly after every feeding and she’ll be fine. The room temperature should also be normal.” Dr. Colby advised me. “Okay, Doctor. I’ll make sure she digests her milk. I am nervous because this is very new for me.” I confessed.

The baby cried a bit as he fussed with his arms flailing around him. "Why does he always do that?" Andrew asked. "Do what?” “ Cry like that. Is he hungry or something? I just fed him." "He must be a bit cold," I explained. "The thing about infants is that you have to keep them in a state where they are constantly reminded of the womb they came from. The reason why they're always uncomfortable is because they don't understand the world outside," I said as I stood up and picked up the swaddle that I used.