same as her face; hairy and thick, small where it shouldn't be and large everywhere else. As the months went on her body blossomed, breasts grew and the largeness of her stomach now seemed right as there was a reason for the ever present bump.
"Aaaah, please, please let this be the one." Her fanny actually felt as if it was being pushed off of her body, she wanted to reach down and hold onto it to stop it falling off. "Please, is he coming?"
"Yes, yes, don't worry, his head is coming out, just pant a little bit for me Jocasta, there's a good girl."
"Pant, what do you mean pant?" The notion seemed ridiculous to Jocasta, even though she had heard it in the ante-natal classes the reality of the situation didn't come close and panting was the last thing on this earth that she felt she could do.
"Just little shallow breaths, we don't want him to come out too fast, you're doing really well Jocasta, keep it up."
Well it's not like she could actually stop doing what she was doing was it? This whole scenario seemed as though it was happening to somebody else and Jocasta suddenly found it hilarious bursting out into uncontrolled laughter.
"That's great panting, keep it up," the midwife stated, "Here he comes, one final push."
Suddenly just when Jocasta thought that she was going to be the first woman ever to explode giving birth, there was an immense feeling of release from her vagina, a tidal wave of water and body parts landed on the bed in front of her and then a little mew of sound from her son. Her son, he was here.
The midwife quickly grabbed the baby and put him onto Jocasta's belly, he felt hot and slippery and looked like he had just been daubed in a tub of grease but oh my, here he was, Adrian, a name she found in a book of Greek boys' names and instantly fell in love with.
"Congratulations, he's lovely," smiled the midwife.
"Thank you, yes he is lovely. Thank you."
Adrian was taken away whilst Jocasta was washed and stitched, then helped to sit up so she could give him his first feed. Suddenly there was the sound of a panic alarm and what Jocasta thought must be a doctor ran into the room; going straight to Adrian. Jocasta realised there must be a problem. She felt a large lump rise in her throat and the urge to scream overtook her,
"What's wrong?" she cried, "What's wrong?"
Once again in her life she was being ignored, all eyes were on the small baby lying in the cot. She couldn't see if his chest was rising, he was very quiet but still a nice colour she thought. He couldn't be dead could he? Why wouldn't anyone tell her what was going on? She heard Adrian give a little cry again which appeased her worrying, she knew that he was alive at least, but she didn't think it was normal for a baby to need so much attention from doctors when it was born.
"Please tell me, what the matter is?" she asked once again.
"Your baby has a strangulated testicle," the doctor said to her. "It's causing a problem in his groin area and we need to act fast to stop the problem. Don't worry, once he has had a small operation he will be absolutely fine. We just need your consent to take him away and get it sorted."
A clipboard was shoved under her face and Jocasta signed it without reading it; she wouldn't have been able to take it all in as she was so worried.
"Please make him ok." She said.
"Don't worry, it's a very quick operation, he will be fine."
-x-
Jocasta was so tired from her long labour that even the worry of Adrian's operation couldn't stop her body from shutting down. She lay back, closed her eyes and instantaneously fell asleep. She was awoken by the midwife just an hour later and Jocasta found Adrian was back at her bedside in his plastic crib, dressed in one of the yellow baby grows she had bought him. He wasn't ready to feed yet as they still needed to monitor him after the anaesthetic; she had expressed milk for him which she was asked to put down a tube in his nose. It didn't feel right that she should just be
"Aaaah, please, please let this be the one." Her fanny actually felt as if it was being pushed off of her body, she wanted to reach down and hold onto it to stop it falling off. "Please, is he coming?"
"Yes, yes, don't worry, his head is coming out, just pant a little bit for me Jocasta, there's a good girl."
"Pant, what do you mean pant?" The notion seemed ridiculous to Jocasta, even though she had heard it in the ante-natal classes the reality of the situation didn't come close and panting was the last thing on this earth that she felt she could do.
"Just little shallow breaths, we don't want him to come out too fast, you're doing really well Jocasta, keep it up."
Well it's not like she could actually stop doing what she was doing was it? This whole scenario seemed as though it was happening to somebody else and Jocasta suddenly found it hilarious bursting out into uncontrolled laughter.
"That's great panting, keep it up," the midwife stated, "Here he comes, one final push."
Suddenly just when Jocasta thought that she was going to be the first woman ever to explode giving birth, there was an immense feeling of release from her vagina, a tidal wave of water and body parts landed on the bed in front of her and then a little mew of sound from her son. Her son, he was here.
The midwife quickly grabbed the baby and put him onto Jocasta's belly, he felt hot and slippery and looked like he had just been daubed in a tub of grease but oh my, here he was, Adrian, a name she found in a book of Greek boys' names and instantly fell in love with.
"Congratulations, he's lovely," smiled the midwife.
"Thank you, yes he is lovely. Thank you."
Adrian was taken away whilst Jocasta was washed and stitched, then helped to sit up so she could give him his first feed. Suddenly there was the sound of a panic alarm and what Jocasta thought must be a doctor ran into the room; going straight to Adrian. Jocasta realised there must be a problem. She felt a large lump rise in her throat and the urge to scream overtook her,
"What's wrong?" she cried, "What's wrong?"
Once again in her life she was being ignored, all eyes were on the small baby lying in the cot. She couldn't see if his chest was rising, he was very quiet but still a nice colour she thought. He couldn't be dead could he? Why wouldn't anyone tell her what was going on? She heard Adrian give a little cry again which appeased her worrying, she knew that he was alive at least, but she didn't think it was normal for a baby to need so much attention from doctors when it was born.
"Please tell me, what the matter is?" she asked once again.
"Your baby has a strangulated testicle," the doctor said to her. "It's causing a problem in his groin area and we need to act fast to stop the problem. Don't worry, once he has had a small operation he will be absolutely fine. We just need your consent to take him away and get it sorted."
A clipboard was shoved under her face and Jocasta signed it without reading it; she wouldn't have been able to take it all in as she was so worried.
"Please make him ok." She said.
"Don't worry, it's a very quick operation, he will be fine."
-x-
Jocasta was so tired from her long labour that even the worry of Adrian's operation couldn't stop her body from shutting down. She lay back, closed her eyes and instantaneously fell asleep. She was awoken by the midwife just an hour later and Jocasta found Adrian was back at her bedside in his plastic crib, dressed in one of the yellow baby grows she had bought him. He wasn't ready to feed yet as they still needed to monitor him after the anaesthetic; she had expressed milk for him which she was asked to put down a tube in his nose. It didn't feel right that she should just be
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