Rumbling Stomach Newborn Novels & Stories

A sudden movement in her belly stirred him awake. Carefully, he moved Celeste onto the pillow, taking a moment to admire her. He ran his hand over her stomach, always on the lookout for any movement. A smile crossed his face whenever he saw her skin shift. Those babies were definitely causing chaos inside—he was sure they were fighting for space.

He asked as he wrapped an arm around my waist. With a soft pat, I grabbed his hand and placed it on my stomach. My hand fell to the other side as we felt the twist and the pulling and pushing. Aeron looked at me with wide eyes as I pushed back the robe, "Is this how babies move?" I asked as I leaned against his body. Aeron only placed a hand on my forehead as we watched the stomach once again. With his hand on my skin, it was slowly calming, and the movement turned to little flutters. But I remembered the painful cramps just moments ago. Aeron kissed my forehead as he rubbed my growing stomach.

My stomach has grown enough that none of my clothes fit and I feel fat. I was lounging on the couch, my stomach exposed and drawing random patterns with my fingers. I was bored and finished yesterday's schoolwork. I just started tracing my stomach a few minutes ago and felt fluttering in my stomach. The fluttering turned into light jabbing and it took me a minute to realize the baby was kicking.

The phone vibrates so hard it falls off the nightstand and cracks on the marble like a bone snapping. I’m already awake, have been for hours, curled on my side in Alexander’s black silk bed that still smells like cedar and stranger. My knees are pulled to my chest, arms wrapped around the barely-there curve of my stomach like I can shield the baby from the fact that its mother is falling apart. I count kicks instead of sheep. One every seven minutes. A tiny Morse code that says stay alive, Mommy.

My stomach rolls and I wonder if it's because of nerves or the possibility of a baby starting to form in my womb. He reaches down, his long arm reaching for the test. He holds it where we can both see it. There in black letters are the words that change our lives forever. Pregnant. Without a doubt I realize I'm carrying the next generation of Heaven Hill, and as it dawns on me, I scramble out of his embrace, getting to the toilet in just enough time. When I'm done, I grab my stomach, rubbing in a circular motion to calm it down. Closing my eyes, I breathe deeply and slowly.

Jasmine sat with her rounded belly, occasionally smiling when she felt the tiny movements inside. She set aside the flowers and scissors in her hands, then gently caressed her belly. Each stroke was answered by a soft kick from within, making Jasmine feel like a thousand butterflies were tickling her stomach.

Something he did not expect in this baby. This baby should not have the tiny arms, legs, fingers, toes, and ears that he was now looking at. This baby has a human face with distinguishable eyes, nose, and mouth. He finds himself gently rubbing the baby’s back, a response reaction he always has on newborns that don’t cry after they are delivered from their mother’s womb. Don Mauro is dumbfounded by Dr. Patel’s actions and by his now full attention and focus on the tiny, motionless form cradled in his hands. “What are you doing?”

I whisper, my eyes already wide and unblinking as I stare down at myself – as if I’m going to see something, even though I know that’s ridiculous – But then it comes again – just a…a little tiny fluttering, low and deep inside me. I squeal a little bit with excitement, but when I do the fluttering stops. “Oh, sorry!” I whisper down towards my stomach, going very still. “Sorry, baby! I didn’t – well, you’re going to have to get used to those kinds of weird noises, I think – I make them all the time –“ And then the fluttering comes again, and I give a little shriek of joy. Baby! The baby’s moving!

Emmett asks, as Isabella bounces in one place. “Someone has the hiccups” Stacey replies, as she takes another measurement. “They drink some of amniotic fluid and get hiccups. It’s quite common and you will be able to tell when it happens. You will feel a little pulse like motion in your stomach as she gets bigger.” Hearing Isabella having hiccups; Simone starts to laugh with Stacey. “Everything is progressing as normal” Stacey states, turning on the sound of the portable ultrasound to listen to the heartbeat. “And heartbeat is strong.”