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Hello! I really liked the scenarios you did for when the guys wives went into labor. I was curious if you could do the same thing but with Semi, Akaashi, Yamaguchi, and Tsukishima? Have a wonderful day! 💚

Sorry we’ve been so inactive lately, but I (finally) had my baby, and she’s been taking up a lot of my time. This isn’t going to be exactly like the other scenarios, but these are based on my actual labor and delivery experiences, so I hope you enjoy this little slice of realism. ~Admin Emma

Semi

You were well past the point of being done with your pregnancy, and Semi could see it. At almost two full weeks past due with no signs of your little one making her grand entrance on her own, now you were at the hospital at the crack of dawn, ready for your obstetrician to induce you. They’d told you to arrive very early–these processes could take hours and they wanted to give you the best chance of success. Semi had a feeling that today would finally be the day.

“So we have you all checked in. We have to get a baseline reading on the monitor, but everything is looking good so far,” the nurse said, strapping you to a contraption that Semi had spent the better part of the past week or so getting to know–the fetal monitor. “The IV team will be by to put your IV in, just in case, and then the doctor will start the induction.”

“Why does she need an IV?” Semi asked, suddenly nervous. They hadn’t said anything about a needle, and he really didn’t do well with needles.

“It’s just standard procedure with an induction,” the nurse said, her voice a little too cheery all things considered, in his opinion. “If the Cytotec doesn’t work, then we may have to start a pitocin drip, and she tested positive for Group B Strep back in February.”

Semi could physically feel himself pale, and his hand tightened in yours. All of a sudden, this very “routine procedure” was starting to feel very involved. And yet you had this serene expression on your face while the nurse went over things with you. It sounded like she was just humming in his ears, but you seemed so collected. Every possible horrific scenario went through his head in that moment–infections, losing you, losing the baby… it became a swirl of color and anxiety that made him feel like he could pass out.

“Eita,” you said firmly, snapping him out of his anxious death spiral. “Talk to me, baby. What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong? You… you listened to that nurse tell us every possible worst case scenario and you’re asking me what’s wrong?”

“Eita, I’m pretty sure she just had to tell us all that for legal reasons,” you replied. “Everything is going to be fine–the doctor is going to put a little pill next to my cervix and hopefully, that makes little Makoto want to come out.”

“You sound so calm,” he said, scrunching his nose. “How can you be so calm?”

“I’m a very good actress,” you said with a small, thin, nervous smile. “Eita, I’m terrified, but just think–after all this waiting, we’re finally going to meet our baby soon, one way or the other.”

“Yeah… I suppose,” Semi murmured, pressing his forehead against yours. “I’m just…”

“You ready to meet our little girl?”

“I am,” he sighed, leaning into your touch. “I really, really am.”

“So sorry to interrupt, but I’m with the IV team,” a nurse called from the door. “I’m just here to do ____’s IV and then I’ll be on my way.”

You grinned at Semi, patting the back of his hand gently. The anxious fluttering in his chest was still there, but it was subdued by your presence. He felt a bit like a substandard husband–he was supposed to be supporting you, not the other way around. A familiar curl of self-loathing swirled darkly in his chest, but your bright smile and gentle hand in his hair banished it once again.

“Eita, why don’t you go get the bags from the car while she does my IV. By the time you get back, we’ll just be playing the waiting game.”

He squeezed your hand in his, not sure if he wanted to stay for your sake or for his. But he really didn’t like needles. He took your surety at face value, pressed a kiss to your hair, and went out to the car. One way or another, things were happening today. And he wasn’t going to change things by stressing himself out.

Akaashi

He always knew you were exceptional; you were one of the 15% of women whose water broke before active labor set in. It had happened around 2:30 that afternoon, and given the complicated nature of your pregnancy, the doctor wanted you to be monitored when that happened. Akaashi remembered enough from the few gynecology classes he’d taken in med school that once the water broke, all of a sudden, labor had a ticking clock.

He just never thought he’d have to be on the other end of things. He wanted to slap the nurses working with you–after the doctor had determined things were progressing too slowly for her liking, they set you on a pitocin drip, which required constant monitoring. Between them being utterly incompetent with the IV pump and their monitoring equipment only being able to capture your contractions when you were flat on your back, Akaashi was ready to throw them all out and just deliver your baby on his own.

“Keiji,” you whimpered, your eyes squeezing shut in pain.

“I’m here,” he assured, patting your hair back from your face. “It’s ok, it’ll be over soon.”

“I can’t anymore,” you sobbed, fat tears rolling down your cheeks as you tried to will yourself to relax. It didn’t work. “Keiji, it hurts. Make it stop.”

“I wish I could,” he said, squeezing your hand as hard as he dared. “But you’re doing great, ____. Just breathe.”

You nodded silently, squeezing his hand back. Your grip was almost bruising, and he didn’t care. Any pain he felt paled in comparison to what you were going through. How selfish could he be that he wanted this more than once? He wished he could take some of the pain away, maybe share the burden… it was so hard having to watch you go through this. He never wanted to see you in so much pain again, no matter the outcome. He knew it would be over soon, one way or the other, but he wasn’t sure he could manage this anymore. Something drew tight in his chest when you let out another pained sob. He rubbed the inside of your leg in a gesture he hoped was soothing…

It couldn’t continue much longer. He couldn’t let it continue… he loved you too much.

Yamaguchi

His hands trembled as he dialed the one person he could always count on to calm him down, other than you. He couldn’t be in that room anymore as nurses buzzed around you to prep you for surgery, taking blood samples and asking questions. Once they’d handed him the scrubs he’d need to change into, it had all felt so terrifyingly real and he needed to talk to someone, even though it was so late at night.

“Tsukki? She needs surgery,” he whimpered into his phone.

“A cesarian?” Tsukki asked, suddenly alert despite the hour. “Is everything alright?”

“She’s not progressing, and the baby’s heart rate keeps dropping,” he answered, fighting tears. “I’m scared and I don’t know what to do.”

“Well the first thing is try to relax,” Tsukki answered. “It’s a fairly standard operation–it will be over in less than an hour. She’s healthy… she’ll be OK.”

Yamaguchi was about to respond with a remark along the lines of if you were healthy and going to be OK, you wouldn’t need surgery, but the nurses started pouring out of your room. You were being transported… it was happening. It was real. He swallowed hard and hung up his phone, following you through the doors. You were clearly exhausted from your long and fruitless labor, because you barely responded when he slipped his hand into yours.

They ushered him into a small waiting room, telling him they’d come get him as soon as the anesthesia took effect. He felt cold panic set in as he watched you roll away from him, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. He’d never felt more scared in his entire life, and every possible worst case scenario ran through his head. He didn’t know what he would do if he lost you or your baby. He tried to think about something–anything–other than what was coming, but with only the ticking clock for company, his anxiety ran a little wild.

“Yamaguchi-san?” A man in blue scrubs poked his head into the waiting room. Yamaguchi recognized him–he was assisting your normal doctor in the operation. “Sorry to interrupt. I just wanted to check on you and answer any questions you might have about the procedure.”

He swallowed hard; “Just… what’s going to happen? Is she going to be awake?”

“We’ll try our best to keep her as lucid as possible,” the doctor said. “We’re administering a spinal anaesthesia, which will numb her from the chest down and allows her to be awake during the procedure. Then we’ll make an incision at the base of the uterus about fifteen centimeters long. If all goes well, the baby will go skin-to-skin with her as soon as we confirm everything is alright. Unfortunately, you won’t be able to cut the cord, given that she will still be open when we separate the umbilical cord. I hope that’s alright.”

Honestly, in that moment, Yamaguchi had sort of forgotten about the traditional practice. He didn’t care… he just wanted you to be safe; “Is she going to be alright? Her and the baby?”

“If it goes my way, it’s going to be fine,” the doctor said, giving him a friendly smile and a clap on the shoulder. “And it usually goes my way. Now the nurse will be in momentarily to bring you into the operating room; in the meantime, I have some advice for you.”

“Oh?” Yamaguchi swallowed hard again, but his mouth had gone totally dry.

“Relax. Take a chill pill. Doctor’s orders.” He shot Yamaguchi a playful wink before heading through the doors once more.

Instantly, Yamaguchi felt better. Clearly, it wasn’t the end-of-the-world scenario he’d built up in his head if this doctor–a man who’d already proven himself empathetic and competent in the hours leading up to your surgery–was making light-hearted jokes. He suddenly felt confident and relaxed–you were going to be fine, and he could be there for you.

Tsukishima

The nurse led him into the operating room, and before he could process what was happening to you, he found a spot on the back wall that was suddenly very interesting. He didn’t look away from it until he was seated by your head. He tried not to pay attention to the awful sounds coming from the other side of that sterile drape, and instead focused on your hand in his.

He wanted to say something–hell, he wanted you to say something… anything. But you were both too nervous, too focused on what was happening, to think of anything. He just held your hand, resting your knuckles against his forehead. After everything you had gone through–all the careful planning and the long pregnancy and the full day in the hospital–he was ready for it to be over, but he was also terrified. He didn’t want to lose you, and he didn’t want to lose your baby. If they made him choose, he didn’t know what he would do…

“Kei,” you whimpered. He could barely hear you over the sound of that God-awful suction, but he heard you nonetheless. You sounded so scared, and he suddenly felt awful–you were the one lying strapped to a table with a giant fuck-off hole in your stomach. You were the one who’d been in fruitless labor all day long. What right did he have…

“I’m here,” he said softly, squeezing your hand a little harder. He knew it had only been a few minutes, but it felt like he’d been in this too-cold, too-bright, too-sterile room for hours, waiting with bated breath while the doctors tried to get to your baby.

“You’re going to feel some pressure,” the nurse by your head said. “They’re going to push her out of you now.”

He squeezed your hand a little harder, his pulse picking up in anticipation. You waited, listening to the doctors with their hushed, urgent tones…

And then, all of a sudden, he heard your daughter’s birth cry, and just like that he was someone new.

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