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atopvisenyashill · 3 months
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I think a couple of the reasons we didn't see Helaena's birth is that a) it's not plot relevant. All other births either introduce a new status quo or major plot point (i.e Rhaenyra giving birth to Joffrey, as opposed to Jace - that way we can time jump and have all three kids already born but the notion of them being illegitimate is still introduced) or they end in death (Laena, Aemma, Baelon, Visenya).
And then another reason could simply be the optics of having Emily act out a birth scene. Ironic, given all the birth scenes are horrific, but this is a character introduced when she was 14. I don't think she could be more than 16 or 17 when she had Helaena. I can see why they shied away from it, or why it may never have even been a consideration to show it.
Well my argument here is that this whole show is about child birth and the way it affects The Family Unit and if we are establishing rival Family Units, we must include the basis of how the family unit is established, which is childbirth (in the context of feudal systems anyway). This show has a long, drawn out birthing scene with a lot of commentary over how dangerous and violent labor is and how dangerously violent our society treats new mothers with the birth scenes of Aemma, Laena, and Rhaenyra’s two (2) scenes, and these mark the beginning, middle, and end of the season, so it is an odd, frustrating exclusion to not at least attempt to include Alicent starting her labor and to straight up never see Helaena even pregnant at all. And when I said “have the plot happen while Rhaenyra is pregnant” you can easily do that with Alicent imo - if Helaena isn’t relevant enough (though I would argue Alicent birthing a Valyrian daughter is in fact VERY relevant to the status quo, it’s why Helaena is married off at only 13), we can easily futz with the timeline to include Aemond or Daeron’s birth around Rhaenyra’s wedding.
As for the second one……..okay idk how to phrase this without sounding like a sociopath here but if they were worried about “how are audiences going to react to Emily Carrey who is only 17/18 having a baby” my response is git gud ryan!!!!! they’re clearly trying to explore a concept they completely axed in the original, which is Structural Patriarchy And The Pedophilic Sexualization Of Young Girls in hotd, which was why they a) casted milly who was like 20 and has a baby face and b) aged down and casted Emily, who was roughly the same age as Alicent after the first time jump. And if you’re going to explore those themes, you have to EXPLORE those themes and that includes how (in show) Alicent and Helaena are not even of age by THEIR standards when they marry and give birth the first time, and Rhaenyra is massively sexualized and groomed by most of the men around her from the age of like 12 until she’s married at 17. This is the exact same violence that is enacted against Aemma being enacted on Alicent, and I think a more direct parallel of “yes Viserys forcing Alicent to have his kid at 15 is as god awful as Viserys cutting Aemma open” you NEED to have Alicent give birth with the younger actor and make the audience SQUIRM with discomfort, the same way they do when they have baby Laena parrot that stuff about giving Viserys strong sons, and Rhaenys say explicitly that she hates what’s happening.
I get the issue surrounding “emily was very young on set” but a) that’s why this whole series should have been animated and b) you can do this without even showing Alicent too much. One point of criticism I tend to have for another Historical Fantasy Show (Outlander, no one laugh at me, it’s a good fucking show and Catriona has been ROBBED of recognition for it) is how often they just throw in graphic ass rape scenes where I don’t feel it’s necessary but a point i give them credit is that when they got pushback about how often we are seeing People Straight Up Raped On Screen they got creative with how they filmed those scenes.
(spoilers obviously) but for the rape scene involving Brianna, where she enters a room attempting to get her ring back, and is raped as “payment” for it by Bonnett, the camera has Bonnett close the door so all we see is the people outside listening to Brianna scream. Some of them look uncomfortable. Some of them look at the door but do nothing. One woman trips over Bonnett’s boots outside the door and fixes them. The door opens and you just see Brianna in shock, getting her things, and leaving, but you otherwise see Nothing. The scene after that involves Claire being kidnapped from her home and gang raped over the span of a day or two, before being rescued by her family. Every time the rape starts up again, Claire enters a fantasy in her mind. She’s in the present day (in canon she lives in 1700s America, but she came from the 60s) and the family she’s made in the past are at a celebration with her, dressed in the present day. Characters that have died are there and happy. Her adopted son sits next to her biological daughter. The scene shifts and Claire is in her 1700s clothes in her 1960s house with Jamie, her husband, and she’s crying and he cups her cheek and whispers “it’s just the two of us now.” The rape scene ends. Later, as she’s struggling to deal with it, we see the bruises on her body because she is naked in bed with Jamie, wanting to be intimate but scared of sex, and he cradles her and says “you’re a strong thing” as the camera lets us see the damage done to her.
So, you can have it there without us seeing it. You can have Alicent be afraid as her contractions start. Viserys somewhere else not giving a shit. Rhaenyra outside the room wanting to comfort Alicent but not enough to swallow her pride. Otto more worried about the baby and quipping to Rhaenyra than he is about Alicent. Alicent laying in bed, upset, shaking, unable to hold her baby just yet. There’s a lot of freedom to get creative when you’re working with a visual medium!
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wanderinglcst · 4 months
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Who: Lachlan & Paloma When: The 22nd December Where: Huntsville clinic
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Christmas come early...
Lachlan had been so exhausted that night, he was nearly in a deep sleep when he felt Paloma waking him up, the sun was just about to come up and Sofie was staying at Vincent's overnight so they could have some alone time before the baby came. He rolled over and wrapped his arm around her, leaning his head against the bump, that was until he felt her shaking him harder this time and nearly missed what she was saying. "Huh, what?" Lachlan slowly sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eye, things coming into focus then he spotted the look of panic on her face. "Mi vida, what is it?"
Paloma had been having some braxton-hicks contractions lately. But she learnt to ignore some of them after the initial ones when she had made a bit of a scene at school, rushing to hospital straight from there just to realise it was a false alarm. No Paloma was wiser now and learnt to count the contractions. That's why when she initially jolted up from the sharp pain she didn't think much of it. But as minutes passed and it wasn't disappearing it dawned on Paloma that this could be it. She tried to wake Lachlan as fast as she could still trying to count the gaps between the contractions, but the pain proving too difficult for her to do it. Paloma was grabbing onto Lachlan so tight it was surprising she wasn't leaving any marks. As soo as Lachlan was awake she took a deep breath "I think we need to go" she all but whispered trying to sum up her rambles from before she woke him up.
It took him a second but once it sunk in, Lachlan made a scramble off his side of the bed and headed around to hers. "Are you sure? It was a false alarm last time." He did believe her, he just wanted her to be sure before they headed out to the clinic. He pulled on whatever clothes he could find for himself then her dressing gown and helped her into it. "Lean on me, I'll grab your bag and we'll head out." Lachlan could see that the sun was rising when he looked at one of the windows in the room. "It should be safe but I'll double check."
Paloma did wonder if they would be able to go outside. It felt dark in the apartment but it might be cause the curtains were drawn, she didn't have the time or the stamina to go up and check, grateful Lachlan did. She moved slowly, complete opposite to Lachlan's rushed response. Sucking in through her teeth to try and maintain the pain as she felt another contraction Paloma let him help her and leant to stand up, nodding vaguely when he confirmed they should be fine to go out. As the pain receded she stood up a bit firmer and breathed a sight of relief "I think it's the real thing, babe. But I don't know" Paloma smiled at Lachlan slightly confused. Now that the pain was gone she felt absolutely fine, did she just get blinded by the pain before? She shook her head reminding herself that she was counting the times between the contractions, it wasn't just one off. "We should go" she nodded.
Lachlan held onto her for a bit longer, when he was sure she was okay to stand on her own, he pulled on some shoes and grabbed the bag that had been packed for the clinic, it was mostly a change of clothes and some bits for the baby to bring her home in. "Let's go." He wrapped his arm back around her waist and started to help her out of the bedroom and apartment, until they came to the stairs to get down. Luckily, they were only on the first floor so he managed to help her down those, taking their time but before they could leave, Lachlan checked out of the window, seeing the ghosts heading back towards the woods and fade from existence. "Okay, here we go. It's light enough that they're gone."
Paloma grabbed him before they left through the door, grateful Lachlan had such a quick and calculated response to it all. "Wait," she said quickly taking the radio out of the hospital bag and radioing the clinic to confirm they're coming. Paloma only took a minute or so but she hoped the last of the monsters would be gone by the time she's done. "We're ready" Paloma nodded when she finished up, smiling softly at Lachlan, her statement coming off almost as a question.
He had forgotten about radioing so when she did it, he sighed a little and gave her a sheepish look. "Sorry, I should've done that first thing." Lachlan shook his head at himself. "We're ready." He smiled in return then finally headed out of the doors, helping her down the street towards the clinic, hoping they would make it in time before another contraction hit her. "How far apart are they?" He asked.
"I don't know, few minutes? I tried to count but should've realised it would be better to do on phone." Paloma noted. She put some speed into walking over to the clinic happy it's not too far a walk. Paloma was once again thankful for the running and yoga she'd done for as long as she did. After few minutes of walking, and with clinic far away in sight Paloma stopped in her tracks. Wincing she sat down on a nearby beach "Fuck that hurts," she hissed trying to level her breathing. She wanted to say they can carry on once this pass but was too concentrated on the task at hand to note this.
Lachlan walked with her until she needed to sit so he crotched down in front of her, putting his hands on her knees. "Deep breath, like this." He showed her what he remembered when Jessica was about to give birth to Sofie. "Take your time and breathe through it."
Paloma couldn't even think about the pain getting worse, she knew they wont have any epidural in the clinic but tried to push the thought away. After what felt like way too long she breathed a sight of relief and nodded to Lachlan, squeezing his hand lightly. "We're good" Paloma said standing back up. The rest of their journey felt slower, but that might have been because she was aware of another contraction coming up anytime soon. Once at the door they didn't have to say much to be pointed to the right direction and by the time she felt another contraction they were already situated in a waiting ward. The doctor running tests to see how far along she was. They were told Paloma wasn't there yet and they'll just have to wait things out so for the past few hours that's what they did. With Paloma feeling like she was being split over from time to time, "how is this not it?" She asked through gritted teeth.
"She's just not ready to come yet." Lachlan hadn't left her side besides getting them some snacks or water once in a while, he even had a doze on the seat next to the bed but most of the time, he had helped her hand to help her through the contractions. "This is your first time and it can be a while. it's just what happens." Lachlan kissed her hand gently.
Paloma smiled, looking at him softly. "Yeah is what it said in the books but fuck, Lach, how long exactly?" she said with a laugh. It took them almost half a day before the baby was finally ready. And in the end it felt like moments, painful, chaotic and long, but still gone in a flash. Paloma was happy to have Lachlan by her side, holding her hand and encouraging her. As exhausted and in pain Paloma was she felt such a shot of joy and love when Lachlan put the little, yelling Alma in her arms for the first time. "Bienvenida, mi vida", she murmured kissing her daughter's head softly then looked up and smiled at Lachlan.
"I hate it say it, but it could be a couple of days." He laughed a little. But luckily for them, it wasn't two days as the hours went on, she got closer and closer. Lachlan ended up sitting on the bed behind her to help her out, holding her close and kept up his words of encouragement to the very end. "Hi." Lachlan smiled down at their daughter then passed her to Paloma, stroking her hair back from her face with a big smile. "She's beautiful. You're beautiful." His heart swelled with love for the two of them. "Hey Miss Noisy." Lachlan tickled Alma under her chin. "At least she'll have no problem shouting at us."
"Yeah" Paloma let out a laugh through tear streaked face. The joy was quickly replaced by a shot of anxiety as the nurse too Alma away, noting that even though she seems fine and healthy her coming a bit early means they need to run extra tests. "I was hoping we can introduce her to Sofie straight away" Paloma sighed leaning back. She suddenly felt the exhaustion of the day taking over her.
Lachlan kissed the side of her head then held onto her hand when she was taken away, trying to reassure her that it was only for a little while. "We can, I'll radio Vincent to bring her here and he can meet his goddaughter at the same time too."
"I radioed while you were getting food, mi vida. " she smiled at Lachlan, the thought alone of them meeting Alma making her smile. "If we're lucky they'll be here already. But I'm not sure if they let us see Alma before it gets dark" she looked out frowning, trying not to think about there potentially being any complications with Alma being born early, she looked perfect to Paloma. "I'm sure they'll be able to see her soon enough" she said softly still looking into the sky as her eyelids were getting heavier.
"Oh, then they must already be here." Lachlan looked out towards the door then returned his attention back to Paloma. "You never know, they might bring her back to us with a bit of luck before night fall." He could see how tired she was so stroked his fingers through her hair. "Get some sleep, you're going to need it. I'll wake you when they bring her back."
"You’re probably right." Paloma nodded settling back into the pillow. "You go, see if they're there. I'll get some shut eye in the meantime. And if they let you see her, introduce her to her sister and godfather" she smiled kissing him softly before leaning back, suddenly feeling how achy her bones are, body relaxing into soft covers. She knew that even if she'll still be asleep Alma will be in good hands with her father and people that loved her.
"If you're sure." Lachlan kissed her back with a smile. "I love you, so much." He kissed her forehead a couple of times then stepped away, going to leave the room to find out what was happening with Alma.
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thedeafprophet · 2 years
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Ahahsjdjfkfkgkgkhmh got randomly thanked for standing against the patriarchy today????
I was in my stats class and my prof was talking about his kids birth and how they did a home birth, and the he was worried until he was told a stat that "historically, the majority of births have been at the home, and the was for most of human history" and I had to go "well yes, but also for many time periods, historically, child birth was statistically the major leading cause for woman's death" because of my obsession with the Victorian era lmao.
And someone came up to me after class (no idea who this person was, not from my program) and was like "good job standing up to the patriarchy" and I'm still like ???????
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percentstardust · 1 year
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“ i… i think my water just broke. “ for harry .
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Usually, the father is supposed to start freaking out. He's seen it happen in a few TV shows he's watched since they've come to Auradon. He always thought it was idiotic. Panicking just seemed to make everything worse for the mother. Which is why he is calm right now as he looks down at the ground. The puddle on the ground came down way to fast for it to be urine and Mal is extremely close to her due date.
"Let me grab the overnight bag and then we'll get the hell out of here, okay? Ah'll be right back. Yer fine. It is gonnae be fine."
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Americans stop assuming that because something awful happens in your country it must also be happening in the middle east challenge.
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foxqueen-katarian · 2 years
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I will say that the most viscerally uncomfortable moment of Game of Thrones happened in this episode, and I don’t know how to feel about it.
Like, clearly this was all written and filmed and was being edited months ago and there’s no way the writers could have known what the state of women’s reproductive rights were going to be when this aired.
But watching someone get their head removed by an axe was less unsettling than watching the birthing scenes. The shift from comfort and care to complete disregard was chilling. Aemma was alive, she was conscious, she knew what was being done to her, and she begged them to stop.
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ask-alastors-mom · 18 days
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ꨄ︎ May - Head Canons
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- She has a really nice singing voice and used to sing alastor to sleep
- May loved her long hair but her husband always preferred her to it short, so he would send her to a stylist when it got to long.
- May stress cooks and bakes, she always has left overs in the fridge
- May , like her mother, almost died in child birth
- May considered alastor to be the only good thing in her life after her family died and her h he usband grew abusive
- When in heaven may would accidentally call out for alastor for help in the kitchen but soon remember he wasn’t up there with her
- May took care of alastor as soon as he was born her husband did nothing to help , she had hundreds of sleepless nights from a crying baby alastor
- She took up two jobs; one as a retail worker and one as a seamstress after he husband died to help provide for alastor
- Made alastor clothes for him
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if-loki-was-a-fox · 3 months
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hi :3
so i saw your post about avian reproduction i wanted to get my two cents in. personally i think as far as the laying of the eggs, it is possible avians naturally have 'birthing hips'/bigger hips to compensate for the size of the egg. also i believe the eggs are laid when still a bit soft, and hardened after birth (i know snakes do this idk about birds) and if you talk into account au where avians have existed for a long time, blankets would really make much sense so im thinking more like they kinda just. curl up around those suckers. im also pro regurgitation for baby food, but i feel like more modern ones would just use heating blankets and hatchling food. so um yeah. thanks. for reading. :)
Yoooooo someone actually read my post :DD
I think I've heard about eggs being soft when laid in regards to birds before too, so the combination of that + wider hips would probably cover it
I also just remembered that heated blankets exist, so that probably makes a good compromise between the emotional closeness/bonding of nesting and the convenience of incubators, so yeah some sort of blanket set up is probably the most likely/common at least when the parent doesn't have the time for cuddling up next to them!
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ivebeenghosting · 2 years
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Clark blinks, looking at the beached mermaid with bewilderment. He recognized him (her? them? Clark would say him but this is a mermaid; he heard they were essentially hermaphrodites. Oh, to hell with this. He'll be a man to Clark. And not because he's gay): he's the one Clark caught in his fishnets two months ago. His belly got bigger, though. The mermaid makes a pained sound that breaks Clark's heart. He's obviously in pain, though he can't see anything wrong with him.
"Hey," he says softly, trying to approach him.
His brood makes a collective, menacing hissing sound, shielding him from Clark. He heard most mermaids have three youngsters at most at the same time, but he's counting at least six here. The mermaid looks at him with his piercing blue eyes, howling painfully. His beautiful eyes are pleading, just like they were when Clark tried to get him out of his nets months ago.
"Oh, oh!" he suddenly realizes, feeling stupid for not knowing sooner. "Your baby's coming! Yeah? Is that right? Your baby's on the way?"
The creature seems to agree, making another pathetic, pained howl. His youngsters are clearly helpless and distraught. Clark simply can't leave them on his beach like that, and night is starting to fall...
"Stay here," he says, trying to make a gesture with his hands. "I'll be back. Stay here, I'll- uh-"
Clark runs back inside his house, going straight to his bathroom to draw a hot bath before taking as much canned tuna as he can in his hands and running back on the beach. The mermaid and his countless youngsters are still here, thankfully. Clark knows what he's going to do is very dangerous, though he really hopes that mermaids can't walk despite their legs. He opens the cans and throws them at the brood, who are clearly hungry enough to battle for tuna despite the situation. Clark acts swiftly: he picks up the mermaid and gets away from the beach as fast as he can. To his surprise, the creature doesn't struggle, simply making a pained, heartbreaking sound. The youngsters are making a cacophony, though none with legs (for some still have their tail) pursue him. Clark gets the mermaid to his bathroom, carefully getting him into the bath.
"It's okay, it's alright," he soothes, taking a small container to drop water on the mermaid's head, his scales looking terribly crusty.
He must be very weak, Clark thinks, for him not to struggle at all. He simply looks at Clark with his pleading eyes, as if he was begging him to make the pain stop.
"I'll get some food, okay?" Clark coos, and to his surprise the mermaid becomes agitated when he tries to leave. "It's alright! It's alright! I'm coming right back!"
Clark grabs the first can of tuna he can find, the howls of the youngsters echoing outside, before he sprints back to the bathroom. The creature devours the tuna like he hasn't eaten in a while.
"I know, I know it hurts. Your baby's coming," Clark tells him sympathetically as the mermaid whines.
He carefully opens his legs, looking out for the claws gripping the edges of his tub. He thinks it shouldn't be long before he starts pushing, though he has no idea how a birth is supposed to go for a mermaid. Clark tries to look reassuring, but he's panicking on the inside. He doesn't know if it's supposed to take that long. The mermaid's pained cries break his heart. He starts massaging his belly, cooing encouragements and sweet nothings, looking out for the sharp claws and the rows of teeth of the creature. After what feels like hours, the mermaid finally pushes out a small, wriggling pouch of transluscent, bloody flesh. The creature tries to tear it, growing extremely agitated as the elastic tissues resist. Yet again the mermaid turns helpless, pleading eyes to Clark. He scrambles for his pocket knife. The mermaid cries out, clearly panicked.
"It's okay! It's okay! Let me- Let me-" he gets the moving form on the bathroom rug before tearing an opening with his knife.
A tiny, wriggling baby mermaid spills out, all slippery with blood. Clark carefully picks him up, marveling at how small and fragile the newborn looks in his hands, and puts it on the mermaid. The baby immediately dives for a nipple, nursing hungrily. Clark gives a light-headed chuckle, and the mermaid makes a chirp that isn't heartwrenching. Clark gives him several other canned fish that the creature hungrily devours before he picks him up. The mermaid makes a low, humming noise against him, his baby nestled in his arms. He takes him back to the beach, letting him slip out of his arms once he has walked far enough into the sea. Clark hears a cacophony of hissing and chirping and other sounds, seeing splashes of water and tails, before the sea becomes calm again.
It is only when he sits down on the couch, drenched with sea water and his hands all blood stained, that Clark breaks down into sobs.
💕💕💕💕
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jamesunderwater · 8 months
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the yellowjackets s2e6 ending -- i was already so triggered just hearing the baby cry because he was starving and just shauna's desperation to feed him, i had to mute parts of it. then when she became conscious again...i... i just wish more people watching that scene understood how real it is. how it happens to birthing people all the time even today, not just in a freezing cabin in the middle of the woods, and how shauna's reaction was.....it was just.....it was very much what happens. she does still hear him crying. idk, i'm just sitting here still crying over it, and i can't stop. because people experience this loss and their brains have to make sense of it and it comes up with something that is as much real to them as the loss is, but no one around them understands, everyone wants to just shove the truth at them because they think it will be better. let her talk about him crying. let her talk about how it felt to feed him, to hold him. tell her you believe her. fuck, i'm just so fucking sad.
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chihirolovebot · 1 year
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shoots up in a cold sweat . theres something abt the sdr2 survivors all being survivors of some kindof childhood abuse theres something there i can feel it ive connected the dots and if i ever do anything close to an sdr2 longfic it will be Prevalent i will hit u in the face with it .
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Be forewarned, just SO many spoilers for ALL of Downton Abbey, reader be advised
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I saw this one amazing post about Downton Abbey about the stakes being either super high or incredibly low, and I've given it some thought, and while I agree, I literally cannot think of an episode outside of the 'my god, the flower show's been rigged by tradition!' that is actually TANGIBLY really low stakes.
Its more like the stakes oscillate between 'Mrs Patmore might literally lose the ability to work in a pre-welfare state service economy if her cataracts deteriorate' and 'In a sitcom level misunderstanding where Mrs O'Brien thinks she might be being replaced (she is not), she orchestrates the violent miscarriage of Lady Grantham's unborn son, which happens to be the same episode that WORLD WAR ONE BREAKS OUT.'
The stories are lighter by the end but by that point they're wrapping things up in little bows and even then its like 'will Edith's illegitimate daughter cost her the love of her life?' She won't, but you'll think she will!
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inmydrcams · 2 years
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sometimes I think about l.aena’s death and the whole breech baby situation and like… theoretically you’d have to know more about how to deliver a breech baby at a time when there is no c-section unless it’s a last resource and… if you don’t care if the baby lives or not (which l.aena clearly didn’t) then is it really that hard to just get it out?
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luxraydyne · 1 year
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lmao i may never be wanting for horror writing material when with almost humorous timing. i begin thinking permhaps being so restless to move into my own home and private space to the point i can barely concentrate through the fog is actually a detrimental idea when living w my family is all that prevents me from being completely alone. when on cue parents once again resume trying to goad me into becoming a pet grandchild incubator so my sibling’s child doesnt end up lonely whhat teh fuuuck dude. we’re back baby to doomscrolling extortionate private rental cost of tiny studio flats in a cost of living crisis
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agentnatesewell · 2 years
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This is hell. We are in hell. This whole world is in hell.
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I am afraid of so many things.
I am of course terrified that this baby will die too. I am scared that this will finally break me, break my husband, break us. I am so scared that we will never recover as individuals or as a couple if we lose another baby.
But I'm also afraid that I'll be a bad parent. I'm scared that this child will feel like a replacement for the brother who died at birth. I am afraid this child will feel like they have to prioritize taking care of me and my fears over living their own life in the best way they can imagine, because I lost my first baby. I am so scared this child will feel like my re-do, my second chance, my last chance, instead of feeling like their own person.
I'm afraid they won't know that they don't owe me anything. I need them to know that I didn't choose to have them as a replacement or do-over. I chose to have them because I wanted to nurture and protect a new life, to allow them to find out who they are going to be and to live and become the life they choose for themself, with my help.
I am so, so scared that love and affection won't be enough. That my trauma will poison their childhood and leave them with a life-long sense of foreboding that something bad will happen if they're not careful or perfect enough.
How am I going to remember all of this every day, to protect them from taking on my fears as their own? What am I going to do?
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