Rumbling Stomach Newborn Novels & Stories

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.”

Low, muffled, and definitely human. My stomach twisted. I started walking faster, my slippers brushing against the damp cobblestones. The sound followed—slower, heavier—but always just close enough that I could tell they were real. Panic began to crawl up my throat. I turned a corner too sharply and almost slipped, catching myself against the wall. The baby stirred slightly, a soft whimper escaping him before he fell back into his tiny, steady breaths. “Shh, it’s alright,” I whispered, though I wasn’t sure I believed myself.

Confusion, uncertainty, shock, panic, calm, happiness, and excitement. "You mean? But you don't smell any different!" He shouted before dropping down to his knees and shoving his face into my stomach with a deep inhale. It took a moment before he pulled back in awe. "It's there! I can barely hear its little heartbeat, but it's there!" "We are only 7 weeks. It'll get louder soon, but we have a little sesame seed in there right now." I whispered, feeling as though I would ruin the moment if I spoke any louder.

The crying came again, closer this time. I lowered my gaze to the floor and saw two baskets beside the chair, made of simple wood and lined with worn blankets. Inside them, the babies squirmed constantly, their tiny bodies tensing with every cry. They were very young, their skin reddish and paper-thin, their eyes squeezed shut with effort. One kept its little fists pressed against its chest, trembling with every sound it made. The other moved more, turning its head from side to side, its mouth open, searching for something it could not find. “They’re human,” Nora said.

"My stomach feels strange!" Romelius had never encountered such a situation before. "Strange? Where? Should we go to the hospital?" He became even more anxious. Shaking her head, Lana placed her hand on her stomach. "It feels like something's moving in my stomach!" "Moving?" Romelius became even more anxious. Cold sweat trickled down his forehead. "How could it be moving? Is it a stomachache?" It was the first time Lana was going through motherhood. It was an unprecedented experience for her. Naturally, she had no idea what was happening.

I proceeded to gently massage her tummy with the wet fabric, hearing her giggle now and then when it tickled. Finally, I heard her let out a long loud burp and a small toot and I laughed at how embarrassed she looked. "It's gas that has been clogged up in your stomach for three days that caused very uncomfortable pain and discomfort. It usually happens when you skip meals, but everyone's body has it's way of doing things" "Wow I feel great" She cheered amazed " How did you know? " "When I touched your belly, I could feel the stiffness rather than the normal soft feeling of a tummy. So it was either that or you're pregnant" I laughed and she joined.

My breathing had become heavy with my heart pounding fast. My arms were trembling and there was some kind of bizarre uproar in my belly. No, it wasn't butterflies in my belly. I could feel a rumbling and churning in my guts but it also definitely didn't seem like hunger. Or maybe it was hunger after all, hunger for something that's not food.