the business trip

marylandavedc

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Date: Mon Feb 28 5:54 PM, 2011

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Written with a lot of help from brimmingbelly

I woke to the alarm staring at me: 7 am. That was pretty good - it was probably
the first time in 2 or 3 months that I have slept through the night. My hand
went down to my belly to make sure the baby hadn’t somehow escaped in the middle
of the night to let me sleep. Of course it hadn't.

I was normally woken in the middle of the night by kicks and punches from within
but now, all I felt was some light squirming. Finally the baby was running out
of room in my womb and couldn't move around so freely and use my insides as its
playground. I pulled myself to a seated position and looked around the hotel
room. Thank goodness I was only going to be here one day.

I rested my hands on my still tight belly and thought about the day ahead. I had
to meet with town council members of this small town in Colorado. I was going to
show them my company’s plans for building a manufacturing plant on the edge of
town. There weren’t more than a few thousand residents in the small town and it
took more than 5 hours to get there from the nearest city.

I'm a workaholic which is why I'm on this trip. According to my doctor who I
last saw 4 months ago (like I said, I work a lot) I'm not due for a more few
weeks so I decided to make one last trip for work. Anyone with some sense and
less of a work ethic though would definitely not have made the trip this late in
their pregnancy.

Every few weeks I would get a call from my doctor's office reminding me I needed
to come in. Finally last week, the doctor called himself, practically begging me
to come in to make sure everything was on track. In the message he left me he
reminded me that I was due in less than a month and still hadn't discussed a
birth plan with him, let alone enrolled in Lamaze.

It wasn't that I was taking the pregnancy lightly; it was that I had to
concentrate on work while I still could. Every day I looked down at my belly and
knew I was one day closer to being a father as I continued to grow and grow.

Personally I think the doctor was wrong about my due date. I had gained about 75
lbs over the pregnancy, pretty much all in the belly. To say I was big was an
understatement. In my opinion I looked ready to give birth any minute, forget in
3 weeks, but I still decided to make the trip.

I pushed myself up off the bed and waddled over to the full length mirror to get
a look. My belly rested heavily at my hips, with the weight putting a hard
strain on my back. Even being a fit man before this pregnancy, I still had a
hard time dealing with the weight I had put on since it was all around my
mid-section.

My hips had started to ache in the past few days, leading me to believe the baby
was settling down for delivery. I was getting nervous about the impending labor
and delivery but I was confident that I'd be able to handle it if it did happen.

I was starting to doubt my lack of Lamaze training and lack of doctor's visits.
My secret hope was that I would go into labor, make it to the hospital where my
doctor would be called, given and epidural and just push the way I knew my body
would know how to (without pain thanks to the epidural).

My movements around the hotel room were slow and awkward, the room was quite
small, and I took up a good amount of it. I made my way into the bathroom and
awkwardly reached forward to start the shower. Lately my daily shower was
becoming more and more difficult and looking at the shower I had to work with at
the hotel, I knew I was in for more of the same.

It was a stand up shower and the door wouldn’t close with my belly in there, I
just had to let the water run to the floor while I lathered the ball of flesh in
front of me. The towels also left a lot to be desired. It took the 2 the hotel
provided to completely dry me. Finally after the long and very wet ordeal, I got
dressed and headed out to the rental car.

The car too was quite small and I just barely fit behind the steering wheel. I
started driving and shifted around awkwardly, trying to at least get somewhat
comfortable for my long drive into town. During my maneuvering my belly shifted
forward, falling between my awkwardly spread legs and bumped the bottom which
forced my stomach uncomfortably up even further into my chest. The baby
responded with a sharp kick, obviously not liking the steering wheel to the
head. I managed to fix my position and rubbed my belly, trying to soothe and
apologize to the child within.

After driving 2 hours to get to this town hall, my back was really killing me.
The pain would come in waves but it wasn't too bad. I just wanted to get there,
finish my 2 hour meeting and get the hell out. Finally I made it to the
building, if you could call it that, and opened the car door.

Getting out of the tiny car was tougher than getting in. Gravity had really set
in and it took a lot of effort to struggle to a standing position. If I didn’t ...
know better, I thought for sure that the baby had moved even lower inside of me,
preparing to be born over the course of the drive.

The ache in my hips was now quite strong, and my belly was a bit firmer than it
was a few hours before as I waddled inside. It was just nerves, I thought.

I made it to the door and let myself in.
Everyone was very nice, and offered me food and drink and a place to sit down.

They asked about the pregnancy and were shocked I still had 3 more weeks left.
One of the women commented my belly was the same shape as her husband's right
before he delivered. Twins!

I set up my presentation and got up to begin. As I made my way up to the front
of the room something felt off. I couldn’t tell what it was, but I just didn’t
feel right.

Being the professional that I was though, I continued. About an hour into the
presentation I started to feel pressure low in my belly. The pain felt a lot
like gas so I was more concerned about trying not to passing wind than anything
else.

Soon though I felt sweat beading on my forehead and I could tell the audience
noticed it as well. One of the men asked me if I needed to stop, but I declined
and kept going.

The baby had other plans though and began squirming around strongly inside of
me. It was then that a rush of pain started in my back and continued to my
belly. I grasped at the table to steady myself, and finally felt some relief. I
looked down and feared that I had gone to the bathroom in my pants. I didn’t, my
water broke.
The 6 members of the Town Council got out of their chairs and helped me into a chair as the audience sat watching quietly. They were very concerned about me, but I let them know that although my water had broken, it was just my first contraction.

I started to get really nervous. The trip up here from the hotel in the nearest "real" town was hard enough in that tiny car, I couldn’t imagine having to drive all the way back and then home all at once, let alone in labor.

As I sat there in a big office chair with the whole town council beside me, everyone began fanning me with the handouts I had given them hours before.
The breeze felt good, and I began to think straight.

I took a deep breath, and let them know that I appreciated their concern, but I needed to get back to the city where my doctor was.

They all looked at me like I was crazy. I’m sure it’s not normal for a man in labor to drive himself to the hospital, 5 hours. This was my first baby, and I think those usually took the longest to be born so as much as I didn't want to be driving, I figured I had time to get out of this rinky-dink town and back to real civilization. Plus I heard stories of friends of friends who were in labor for 18 plus hours. I had time, I assured myself.

I got back to my feet with the help of 2 of the men, and began to collect my things. They protested my decision, but I had made up my mind. I tucked all my papers in my briefcase and made my way to the door.

As I put my hand on the door, I felt the pressure in my back increase. The pain began to spread around my belly and finally met at my belly button. My breathing got deeper and my steps slowed down.

One of the women spotted my discomfort, she pointed out to the group that it had been only 15 minutes since my last contraction. I slowly turned around and let the crowd know that I was going to stay. At least here I was guaranteed to have some medical support and some pain killers; I couldn’t fathom having this baby in that tiny car. Another woman took the lead and came to my side. She took my briefcase and helped me into a nearby car.

In the car I unbuttoned the top buttons on my shirt in an effort to release some of the heat that I was feeling. I also untucked my dress shirt from my pants. As I sat pinned down to the seat of the woman's car by my own heaving belly, I needed to undo the top button on my pants. The baby had indeed moved lower and it felt like my pants and I would burst if I didn't realize the pressure. Awkwardly I fumbled around below my belly, finally unfastening my belt, unbuttoning my pants and letting my fly down. I looked over at the woman who was driving (I didn't even know her name) and apologized for undoing my pants in front of her. She just chuckled and assured me she knew just how I felt.

As she drove the woman put had her hand on my belly as we traveled the 20 minutes in the car to the nearest hospital. She would tell me, “just relax” as she felt my belly tighten when a contraction came on.

I watched my belly pushing out away from my body as the muscles contracted, trying to inch the baby down. The bulging was unmistakable as you could see the buttons of my shirt begin to stretch as the contractions grew in strength and frequency. My shirt looked like it would give anytime.

We finally got to a small building and I was helped out of the car by the woman and two nurses. Evidently someone had called ahead letting them know I was coming. I was disappointed to see the building - even out here in the middle of nowhere I was expecting a hospital but this just looked like someone's house. Oh God, I thought.

As I struggled to a standing position, my hand immediately went to meet my back as my laboring stomach pulled my back into a deep arch. The baby kicked me violently as I changed positions from seated to upright. The kicks and punches seemed to be coming from everywhere within me. The baby was not happy about being forced from its home, and let me know it.

The building ended up being nothing more than a doctor's office. A regular old country doctor like the one you see on TV. Crap.

The woman and the nurses brought me into what was the exam room, and showed me where I’d be having my baby. It was a small room, with just an examination table in it. It had stirrups for my feet, but no fancy equipment in it like you see in hospitals.

The woman told me she would be leaving now and I thanked her for her kindness. She smiled and wished me good luck. I was helped out of my clothes by one of the nurses as the other went about preparing the room.

It was such a relief to pull the wet pants off and get my shirt off. Once I had stripped the nurse helped me into a gown that closed in the front. Well it would've on nearly anyone else but it was a very tight fit for me and my big belly. The nurse helped me tuck it closed under my belly to give me some dignity once she had me laying down on the table.

Just then a contraction started; I began to breathe deep and groan. I could feel the pressure in my hips as the baby slowly moved lower. All I could do was grip at my belly and rock back and forth gently from side to side to try and escape the pain. When the contraction ended I got a chance to look at my belly for the first time since this morning. Now that it was bare I could see that it had gotten larger and definitely harder since my contractions started.

The doctor made his way in and introduced himself. He let me know he had been delivering babies in this county for 30 years, and I was in good hands. I immediately asked about the epidural and when I could get it.

The doctor chuckled as he reached out to pat my stomach. He calmly explained to me that they did not have the capability to give me an epidural but not to worry because men had been doing this for years, many with no assistance at all. This didn’t make me feel any better.

I suddenly realized I was going to have to delivery this baby without drugs.
The doctor began to run his hands over the round orb of my stomach. He poked and prodded, hmmm'd and hawed. "Looks like a big one," he said. "Maybe even 12-13 lbs." They hadn’t had one that big in years in this office.

Great, just my luck I thought as I looked down at the belly and tried to imagine how I was going to get this apparently HUGE baby out of me without drugs!

For the next few hours I labored on the table. My contractions grew stronger and I grew more tired. Four hours into my ordeal, my contractions were 5 minutes apart and I was 6 CM dilated.
The Doctor said it could take another 4 hours before I got to push.

I was a sweaty mess at this point, my hair was matted down to my head, and my gown was nearly translucent. As the contractions came and went I groaned and moaned, trying to get some relief. Now I wished I had gone to Lamaze!

There was no relief to be had; this monster of a baby was moving closer and closer to my opening. I looked down at my heaving belly, I had been in labor for 8 hours now and it seemed like any progress I'd been making had stopped.

My contractions, while they were picking up strength did not get any closer, and I couldn’t get past 8Cm dilated.

The contractions wracked my body every 4 minutes, and were about 2 minutes in length. I was utterly exhausted was ready for this to be over. By this time, the doctor and 2 nurses had concerned looks on their faces. This city boy was in labor and couldn’t move his baby down and out fast enough.

The doctor suggested that I start walking around and let gravity have a go at it. It was a struggle to get myself to a seated position with the baby was so low but with help from both the nurses I finally got vertical.

I stood still for a moment, adjusting to my new center of gravity. I felt as if I had a bowling ball ready to drop from between my legs. The baby had definitely dropped more.

I was so hot and sweaty now that I shrugged my gown off, no longer caring about modesty, knowing that soon enough the nurses and doctor would see me at my most vulnerable.
With the gown off I could see how surprised all 3 of them were at the sheer size of my belly.

My skin ached from being now literally stretched to its limits and my muscles ached from the constant contractions.
I began to walk around the room and almost immediately felt it help push the baby down.

With each contraction the team had me lean against the wall, a nurse steadying me on each side as the doctor rubbed small, strong circles against my lower back to help

After walking around for 45 minutes, my contractions had gotten closer, about 2 minutes apart, and became much more intense. As each one came I would lean against the wall, one hand on the wall another wrapped around my belly, massaging the pain away.

The doctor announced he wanted to check my progress so he and the nurses got me back into bed, and the doctor examined me, 9CM. I was almost ready to push.

Pushing started about an hour later. It was tough and slow going but not as painful as I imagined. I pushed for about an hour before I started to make some progress.

Finally the doctor told me he saw the head. I couldn't even see the doctor behind my belly let alone see what was going on down there as there wasn't an observation mirror available. Finally, I thought, this ordeal is almost over!

I was so exhausted, but as soon as the next contraction stared to pick up, I spread my legs wide and grabbed onto my knees with a renewed sense of determination. I couldn’t lean forward as much as I wanted with the belly in my way so I curled up against the contracting ball of flesh.

My belly grew even harder as I strained to push. I swear the doctor said ‘one more push’ about 8000 times as I was tried to get the head out. He assured me that everything was fine; it was just a large baby.

I pushed and I pushed and eventually the head started to crown. The pain was incredible, it seared through me and all I wanted to do was stop but I knew I had to keep going.

Finally I felt a release of pressure as the baby's head came out. Since there wasn't a real observation mirror, one of the nurses got a small compact out of her bag and gave it to the doctor. The doctor angled the tiny mirror for me so I could see. I strained to see around my big belly and my back ached but seeing my baby's head was worth it.

The doctor confirmed what we all already knew: the baby had a big head. As I saw it wedged between my legs, I couldn't believe it had come out of my body.

I felt the oddest sensation as the baby turned inside of me and the contractions started up again. Forty-five more minutes of pushing and the rest of the baby was finally freed. A boy.

The doctor cut the cord and rushed him over to the scale and announced 9.8 lbs. To tell you the truth, I was a bit surprised and disappointed. All that work, and all that belly for a relatively normal sized kid.

When the nurses had him cleaned up, one of them brought my new son over to me. He was beautiful. The nurse helped me position him correctly, leading him to my nipple to feed. She explained that this would stimulate contractions so I could pass the afterbirth.

I always thought it just fell out, but judging by the size of the belly I still had it must have been pretty big too. Sure enough within 15 minutes of feeding my contractions started up again. I would have thought these contractions would be lighter but they weren't. They were still quite painful.

I let the doctor know that the after birth was coming. A nurse came over and took my son as the doctor came back over and again felt around my belly. He had a concerned look on his face as he felt around. I could feel him pushing down on something. Something quite solid was still in my belly.

The doctor went back between my legs and did a quick exam. “Twins!” He exclaimed.

Twins? What? How was I supposed to do this again, how did this happen?
I supposed I should have gone to the doctor...

Shortly after the doctor made this surprise announcement, another contraction hit and the first after birth was expelled. I had to push but it was nothing compared to pushing out my son. With the after birth out the doctor checked me again and told me I'd be able to start pushing out the next baby soon.

45 minutes later I started pushing. All my muscles were screaming at me - so sore and tired but I had to keep going. I didn't know though how I was going to be able to push another baby out so soon.

This birth went a lot faster though, I suppose since I was still dilated and now rather "loose" let's just say. After only 15 minutes the head crowned. Again the doctor held up the compact for me to see the head, which was much easier to do now that my belly was smaller.

The contractions were coming right on top of each other now and I tried to push with each one but would occasionally miss one as I gasped for breath. 20 minutes after the second baby's head crowned I got the body out much to my relief.

Again the doctor cut the cord and passed the baby off to the nurses who got her cleaned off and announced her weight: 8.5 lbs. I finally allowed myself to rest against the bed, glad I was done for real this time except for the second after birth. The after birth came out a few minutes later after only one light push. I was so relieved.

Now that everything was out, the doctor set about getting me all cleaned up and the nurses helped me up out of bed and into a fresh gown. Although I was wobbly from being so tired, I felt so much lighter than I had earlier in the day. I looked down at my belly and gave it a few gentle pokes (it was quite sore still from the contractions). It hung down now almost reaching my balls and felt like mush. The doctor must have noted my disgusted look and assured me that though it may take some time and excersize to get my body back to pre-pregnancy shape, most of the drooping and sagging would go away in the next few weeks, especially if I decided to breast feed.

When I got the gown closed (fully this time) and got back into the freshly remade bed, the nurses came over with my twins, one in each of their arms. They helped me open the top of my gown and helped me get the twins situated for a feeding.

As I held my twins, my son and my daughter to my chest, resting them on top of my marshmallow stomach, I smiled. I'd have quite a story to tell them someday!

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Beautiful story. __________________ Marcus Scott

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I loved it since the first time i read it, and i still love it. I 'm getting bored and quite repetitive writing that: "Marylandavedc write awesome stories that feel so real" but i can't found anything else to write to show approval and appreciation. __________________ I love Mpreg so much! Pregnancy and Childbirth are the most amazing experience in life, I want to try them

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Haha. Thanks a lot I owe a lot to brimming on many of these. I'm working on a few more. Any story suggestions? Email me. __________________

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loved the story it was well written cant wait for your other stories keep it up!!! __________________

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the business trip