Susah Bab Setelah Melahirkan Novels & Stories

Right then, Sharon, Xyla, and Wilson, who were standing around the baby, instantly turned to study her face with concerned expressions. Sharon carried the baby and handed the baby over to her. “You have to start postpartum recovery now, so you shouldn’t carry the baby for too long. Otherwise, your arms and shoulders will be sore after the period. You can only hold her for a short while, understand?” she told her with a smile. Annabeth could feel how small and soft her baby was. She was at a loss at what to do, afraid that she might end up hurting her baby.

Petra caught another woman carelessly flirting with her own husband right in front of her eyes, barely forty eight hours of her postpartum recovery. The baby’s cry pierced through the house again, thin but stubborn, like a tiny alarm that refused to be ignored. Petra stood in the kitchen, exhausted.

I trailed off as I was lost. “How you’re feeling any pain during sex?” My heart jumps to my throat, trying to keep a straight face I shake my head negative. There’s been no pain whatsoever. Because I’ve not been having sex. Andrea continues “For some women there can be some discomfort the first few times after childbirth, so I’m glad to hear that, do tell me if anything changes” I nod again as she packs her bag and leaves. I remain seated on the bed. I’ve been trying not to think about what awkwardness happened last night.

Remembered working until she started working from home. Then the birth. That took one longer. It came back in pieces over several days. The labor. The delivery room. The first cry. My hand in hers. Dr. Rahman said this was normal. Memory restoration following the natural timeline. Working backward from most recent to oldest. But the baby, that was the last thing to fully return. Week one of month eight Lena could hold her without panicking. Could feed her. Could change her diaper. But it still felt clumsy. Like she was learning the process again.

The relationship we shared was one I cherished deeply. Laura grew up so quickly, but the memory of her birth remains vivid in my mind. The doctor told me I couldn’t give birth naturally and that I needed a cesarean section. The pain from the surgery was overwhelming, and afterwards, I battled postpartum depression. I struggled to accept having a child; sometimes I even resented her. I avoided looking at her and felt a heaviness in my heart that I couldn’t explain.

"It's kind of scary to think about!" Kelly could not help but laugh, finding Noelle's worries a bit funny. "Oh, you silly thing, it's not as bad as you think. If you exercise and eat right after the baby is born, you'll bounce back in no time. I did the same after Seth was born... and look at me now, I'm doing great!" Noelle looked at Kelly closely and nodded, impressed. "You're right! You do look amazing, no extra weight or anything." "See! So don't worry too much. With a good diet, you'll be back to your old self quickly."

Abigail, attempting to soothe him, reached out but the movement aggravated her wound, rendering her unable to move any further. "Stay calm, I can handle this." Nathan lifted Pax up and gently rocked him. "It's okay, Pax, don't cry." But Pax's crying only intensified, sounding loud enough to shake the whole room. Susanna rushed in upon hearing the noise. "Nathan, Pax must be hungry. Hand him to Abigail so she can feed him." As a new mother, Abigail felt a bit lost about breastfeeding. Nathan did not know much either, so Susanna stepped in to show Abigail how it was done.

He asks, a little taken aback. “Well, duh. What am I supposed to do? Scold it? Ignore the little annoying fucker?” “Sarah, do you feel… weird, perhaps? Are you going mad already?” Now, his voice is stern, full of demand and I seriously don’t understand why he is acting as if I have lost the remaining bits of my sanity. “Than. Listen, buddy. I just recently gave birth to Lenox’ Vincent’s firstborn. Think about this. How sane does that make me sound, huh?”

Sherly continued. "Pass gas?" Zack asked, even more puzzled. "Yes. It seems trivial. But it is crucial." "Then, what else, Dr.?" Zack tried his best to learn about the post-cesarean recovery that Celine would soon undergo. He was sure his stubborn wife would be difficult to handle, especially after becoming a mother. From what Zack knew, post-cesarean wounds were susceptible.

**Chapter 98: Three Babies** The penthouse nursery smelled like baby powder, warm milk, and exhaustion. I sat in the oversized rocking chair at 3:17 a.m., one twin latched to my breast while the other fussed in the bassinet beside me. My body ached from the C-section. My mind felt like it was drowning in thick fog. Postpartum depression had crept in quietly over the past week, wrapping its cold fingers around every joy until even holding my babies sometimes felt overwhelming.