Novel & Cerita Rumbling Stomach Newborn

Something feels odd in my belly; did I eat something I shouldn’t have? “Are you okay, dearie?” Ariadne asks me, the concern clear in her rheumy eyes. I nod. “I think it’s just indigestion- oh!” There it is again, like a swarm of butterflies inside my stomach, flapping their wings at the same time. I frown and place my hand on the swell of my belly and my eyes widen when I feel it again. It’s not indigestion, the baby is moving. Ariadne takes in my expression, and a warm, motherly look washes over her face. She places a hand on her chest and sniffs. “The baby?”

My heart was hammering erratically against my chest wall, a frantic, terrified rhythm that made my vision blur in the darkness of the master bedroom. ​I clutched my heavy, rounded stomach with my other hand, my breath coming in shallow, ragged hitches. The baby was rolling frantically inside me, her small elbows and feet punching against my ribs as if she, too, had just been blasted by a sudden wave of pure, unadulterated panic.

“When Maddox’s hand in on my stomach, the babies stop moving around. Their constant movement and kicking upsets my stomach.” “You can feel them?” Cade’s eyes lit up. “Can I?” Maddox moved his hand. It was like a switch. Cade’s touch made it worse. “Ugh..” However, Cade was so happy. A huge smile spread across his face as he used both hands to really get the entire surface of my stomach. “They are really going. It’s weird, though. Not like a kick yet, but like rotating?” “Yeah, like something is moving in fluid?”

His stomach… It kept making a noise that I could not understand. As I watched the giant's eyes widen and his stomach rumbled, he began to slowly back away while holding me. My brows furrowed in thought as I puzzled through what was happening to him in this moment of such importance. Uncertainty shrouded us both as he nervously glanced around, unable to comprehend the sound which continued to echo throughout the room. His gaze then shifted back towards me as if expecting an answer, however I could only give him a stare of curiosity.

"Nyx! He rolled!" He was on his belly, head held high, looking remarkably pleased with himself. "Three months old," Nyx said. "Normal babies don't roll until four or five months." Over the next days, rolling became his obsession. Back to front. Front to back. Over and over, squealing with delight. And he talked constantly. Well, babbled. Long strings of sounds. "Babababa. Dadadada. Mamamama." I talked back, treating his babbles like conversation.

"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 wait. Dr. Vance turns to me. Her face is soft. She says the murmur is nothing. A fluttering, common in newborns, caused by the transition from fetal circulation to independent breathing. Eleanor's heart is healthy. There is no defect. No condition. No cause for concern. I close my eyes. The tears come. I cannot stop them. They spill down my cheeks, hot and fast, and I do not wipe them away.

Like these types of clothing would impede me from stepping outside, he still had things to learn. He suddenly appears, out of thin air, just as I'm about to finish getting dressed. "Clean?" "Squeaky clean." "Hungry." "I could eat." "I have food ready." My stomach chooses to demonstrate its talent by making weird gurgling sounds. I know he wants to laugh. He barely holds it in by biting his bottom lip.

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?