That's strange I had so much review this time…lol
I was surprised for not getting reviews since 2 days, but I've seen that my updates haven't been published and after it wasn't working, so sorry for the delay it wasn't my fault
Thanks to Summers Groupie, danae, The emo princess, Sarah, Vanillastrawberry, Cuz I can, DiazF, and Rogue for their reviews, it really means a lot !
The Emo Princess: LOL, it was a really funny review
Sarah : sure I can, look, it's making you reviewing lol
Cuz I Can : lol
Diaz F : and the winner is Diaz F !
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I warn you, for the biological thing, the accouchement is realistic, so maybe a little graphical
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"Her waters broke…"
"Well, change of plans. This time, it's a good one. The infirmary basin isn't filled up because we thought we had two weeks left," said Beast before seeing that the future dad was anxious, "Don't worry Scott, a lot of babies are born at 38 weeks. There isn't any problem. I'll go down, fill the pool and prepare for everything. Just bring down Jean, ok?"
Scott nodded.
"And relax yourself, everything will be alright"
Jean was now sitting anxiously on the floor. Another contraction had just passed and although she was a doctor, she was feeling very worried. She wasn't at ease and welcomed with relief Scott's return.
" Jean!"
"Into the bathroom!" she answered.
"Hank went to prepare the med-bay, we have to go down…"
Scott looked her in the eyes and took her hands. She was afraid, he felt it.
"It'll be alright Jean, I won't leave your side one second, everything will be alright"
"I…I'm not ready…"
" Yes you are, don't worry"
She nodded and he pulled her up on her legs. He wrapped her into a bathrobe and they slowly left the room. She walked with difficulties, but didn't complain. Having said that, they didn't go more than 10 meters before a contraction more intense than the others assaulted the young woman. Scott felt his wife's body tensing up, but nothing through their bond, Jean had blocked it, for she didn't want him to suffer too.
"My waters has broken, now it'll really begin" explicated Jean when it was passed.
Hank was interiorly calculating the time the pool would take to be filled up, when the couple arrived.
"It'll be 45 minutes, minimum" he said by indicating the basin.
"Sorry for not giving you a little more notice" sarcastically answered Jean.
Scott helped her to climb on the examination table so that Hank could do an ultrasound on her, make sure that the baby was okay, and measure the dilation of cervix. He was interrupted by two contractions which were becoming increasingly painful for the young woman.
"Let's go, announce the verdict!" exclaimed Jean.
Beast made a grimace and answered:
"Three centimetres…."
Jean pulled back her head and sighed.
"What?" asked Scott, he had read a lot of things about the delivery, but here he was unable to think.
"The dilatation has to be of 10 cm to allow the baby's delivery, and that won't be for hours," answered Hank before saying to Jean, "She's doing well for herself and as soon as the pool is filled with 70 centimetres of water at the proper temperature, you will be able to enter it"
Jean nodded. Hank surrounded her belly with a belt equipped with waterproofs captors which would allow him to watch for Jean's and the foetus's vital functions by heart-monitor. Then, he returned to the pool.
During the first fifteen minutes, the young couple had walked a little in the room in order to aid the dilatation, but it wasn't long before Jean couldn't take another step. During the three other which followed, violent, regular, and closed contractions obliged Jean to clench her teeth and shut her eyes to help cope with it. Scott was feeling powerless in front of his wife's suffering, but was doing his best to help relax and breathe deeply. He knew some women pushed back or even insulated their husbands during the accouchement, but Jean seemed to be sensible to his presence and to his attentions.
Hank then sounded her again.
"Five centimetres" he announced "The pool is ready"
"Oh thanks god…" she said after another contraction.
The young woman was sweating and was tiring, but it was nothing abnormal for a delivery and normal overall for the first one. Scott took her into his arms and carried her to the pool. Hank sustained Jean as the young man entered the water and took his wife into his arms and let her settle as she wanted.
The anaesthetic effect of the water at 98.6 degree Fahrenheit immediately relaxed Jean in addition to Scott's massages. But it only lasted a short time as another contraction assaulted her again. She clenched Scott's hand and breathed slowly until it passed. The hot water was pushing her to sleep. In fact, she fell asleep twice between two contractions, laying her head on Scott's chest, her breathing becoming more difficult. During these moments, the young man assured Hank that everything was alright, and softly caressed his wife's abdomen as if to reassure his daughter who surely did not understand what was happening.
Little by little, the contractions became extremely painful and Jean couldn't imagine what it would be like out of the water. Now, spaced by one minute, sleep was out of the question.
"Can someone tell me…why I'm allergic…to the epidural?...it could have been orange juice…but no, there had to be the epidural …oh no…" she interrupted herself in front of another contraction.
They were tearing her abdomen in a searing way, forcing her to breath in gasps. The young man could feel their intensity thanks to his hands laid on her belly or by the curves of the heart-monitor.
The labour had begun six hours before and the intensity of the contractions were getting harder while Jean was growing more exhausted, despite already being fatigued from her lack of sleep. Between each contraction, Scott massaged her neck, her shoulders, her back, her thighs, her feet, and her hands which helped to relax her. Her cervix was henceforth almost completely effaced and she knew that it wouldn't be long once the expulsion began, but seconds seemed like hours when the contractions were inflaming her low belly. She was screaming, yelling, crying, wailing, begging for it to stop, but that wasn't possible.
Fortunately for them and thanks to the Professor's mental shields, she managed to stay in control of her powers, her worst fear being to endanger the ones she loved. Two objects had flung themselves into walls during particular painful contractions, but there wasn't any other incident of this order and the place as the two persons presents were protected or trained so that the weakened telepath wouldn't be assaulted by thoughts.
She was loosing her defences, panting, was even trembling sometimes, or had her breath taken away. Scott was hurt for her, but Hank had reassured him by telling him that it was an obliged passage and that, medically speaking, everything was alright.
Jean changed position for the umpteenth time as Scott murmured her reassuring words and refreshed her face. Hank was closely watching the mother as the child, thanks to the waterproof heart monitor that he had placed around her abdomen. There wasn't any foetal suffering and they had to let nature take it's course. Nevertheless, if nothing happened soon, he would have to make the decision to do a caesarean.
Finally the cervix completely effaced and the baby could engage itself, but the contractions only became more violent, long, and painful. Jean had to concentrate. She was suffering, but she had to deal with it.
"I'm so tired…" panted the young woman between two contractions.
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