08-22-2018, 07:17 AM
Name - James
Age - 28
This is a maternity clinic in today's world, for women, with mpreg being extremely extremely rare, but possible.
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As I sat there at the reception of the clinic at 6 pm, hoping to wrap up my day and head home, cleaning up the paperwork, a couple walked in. The guy was in a panic, carrying a bag full of supplies with his wife, heavily Pregnant waddling slowly behind him as he rushed to the counter. Looks like I'm going to be here for a while, I resigned to my fate.
"How may I help you sir?" I asked. And before he said anything, he turned his head as his wife, who gave an animal like grunt as she leaned over on one of the chairs in the waiting area, one hand still on her back. This was a usual sight for me since I had started working here, but she certainly looked in a lot more pain than others that I've seen. Her belly was huge, triplets one would say, or big twins at least. I couldn't help but pity her.
"My wife's in labor, she shouted at me".
"Yes... I know, I said calmly. Have you registered here before?" I asked, having not seen either of them before. Basis his reaction, I gave him a paper and asked him to fill it.
His wife shouted at him to hurry up. With much effort, I managed to put one leg down, and lift my heavy body up from the round reception stool, one hand on the desk, the other supporting my belly as I finally stood up on both legs hurriedly. I ungracelly waddled to the back and got a wheelchair and pushed it to the laboring lady as fast as I could.
The guy was in disbelief looking at me. A Pregnant guy was a very rare sight, especially in a town like ours, where this was the only maternity clinic.
Trying to balance myself, i somehow managed to help the lady into the wheelchair and let out a small "uhhhh" as the activity put a lot of stress on my already strained back.
"How the hell are you going to help me??" The lady screamed.."aren't you supposed to be in a wheelchair too???"
She was right, I was bigger than her, 3 weeks past my due date, and I got this a lot. It only made me feel worse and and I tried to hide my feelings and put up a smile
"No ma'am, I'm fine. I still have a few days to go".
I took her to one of the rooms and had to help her up from the chair onto the bed. I tried hard to hold back my groans as my back protested. She really could barely stand and I had to support almost all of her weight. Pushing a wheelchair so often wasn't helping me either, it put a lot of strain on my hips. This was the 10th time is was doing it today, and I knew I wasn't going to be extremely sore tonight.
I only had myself to blame for my situation though.
Just then, midwife Cathy walked in to my relief!
Age - 28
This is a maternity clinic in today's world, for women, with mpreg being extremely extremely rare, but possible.
*************
As I sat there at the reception of the clinic at 6 pm, hoping to wrap up my day and head home, cleaning up the paperwork, a couple walked in. The guy was in a panic, carrying a bag full of supplies with his wife, heavily Pregnant waddling slowly behind him as he rushed to the counter. Looks like I'm going to be here for a while, I resigned to my fate.
"How may I help you sir?" I asked. And before he said anything, he turned his head as his wife, who gave an animal like grunt as she leaned over on one of the chairs in the waiting area, one hand still on her back. This was a usual sight for me since I had started working here, but she certainly looked in a lot more pain than others that I've seen. Her belly was huge, triplets one would say, or big twins at least. I couldn't help but pity her.
"My wife's in labor, she shouted at me".
"Yes... I know, I said calmly. Have you registered here before?" I asked, having not seen either of them before. Basis his reaction, I gave him a paper and asked him to fill it.
His wife shouted at him to hurry up. With much effort, I managed to put one leg down, and lift my heavy body up from the round reception stool, one hand on the desk, the other supporting my belly as I finally stood up on both legs hurriedly. I ungracelly waddled to the back and got a wheelchair and pushed it to the laboring lady as fast as I could.
The guy was in disbelief looking at me. A Pregnant guy was a very rare sight, especially in a town like ours, where this was the only maternity clinic.
Trying to balance myself, i somehow managed to help the lady into the wheelchair and let out a small "uhhhh" as the activity put a lot of stress on my already strained back.
"How the hell are you going to help me??" The lady screamed.."aren't you supposed to be in a wheelchair too???"
She was right, I was bigger than her, 3 weeks past my due date, and I got this a lot. It only made me feel worse and and I tried to hide my feelings and put up a smile
"No ma'am, I'm fine. I still have a few days to go".
I took her to one of the rooms and had to help her up from the chair onto the bed. I tried hard to hold back my groans as my back protested. She really could barely stand and I had to support almost all of her weight. Pushing a wheelchair so often wasn't helping me either, it put a lot of strain on my hips. This was the 10th time is was doing it today, and I knew I wasn't going to be extremely sore tonight.
I only had myself to blame for my situation though.
Just then, midwife Cathy walked in to my relief!
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