Pansy's Parchment II

Ron rushed into St. Mungos Labor and Delivery ward with Pansy in his arms and the bag floating behind him. A nurse saw him emerge from the floo. “Water break?” She asked.



“Yes. A minute ago.” Pansy told her.



“What about contractions?” She asked, as she led them to a room.



“Not yet.” She said. Ron placed her on the table, while the bag behind him settled itself on a nearby chair and went limp. The nurse brought a hospital gown and she and Ron helped her change out of her clothes. She began taking vitals, but as she reached for a thermometer Pansy felt a squeezing down on her belly. She breathed in and out slowly, closing her eyes until it passed.



She was aware of Ron’s hand rubbing her back when she was done and was grateful. The nurse quickly finished her vitals and left some ice for her, while she went to inform Neville that he patient had been brought in.



Not more then twenty minutes later, Pansy was hit with another contraction, just like the first one. She breathed through it, this time able to hear Ron counting her breathes for her. When it stopped she looked at him. “Wasn’t that fast? I thought this was supposed to take hours.” She said.



Ron was worried too, but he didn’t say so. She needed him to be calm. “Well, are they really painful, right now?” She shook her head. “Neville is on his way. He can say if it’s too fast or not.”



The nurse came in and said a message was sent to healer Longbottom and he would be arriving shortly. She also told them that he had to change before he came into the ward so it would take him a few minutes, but they already had the confirmation.



Another twenty minutes later Pansy was hit with another contraction. Ron counted for her, relieved that it was the same intensity as before. At least they haven’t gotten worse. He was mentally screaming out for Neville when the healer walked in just as Pansy let out a cleansing breath.



“How strong is the pain, from one to ten?” He asked her.



“Four.” Pansy said after a moment.



“Is this too fast, they are already twenty minutes apart. What happened to hours of labor?” Ron said, getting nervous.



“Do you want her to go through hours of labor?” Neville asked. Pansy looked up at him.



“Of course not, I’m just worried that if this is going too fast there might be a problem.” He said.



“Well, don’t worry. Pansy is healthy and in top physical condition. A fast labor is not unusual or rare. Every baby is different. Just continue to breath as you were taught, and I’ll be back with you soon.” Neville told her.



Neville ended up doing several things healers were called for while he was at the hospital, leaving Pansy with Ron and with a nurse to see her through her labor. She wasn’t in agony so for most of the time they were by themselves, and that was fine with her.



Ron climbed behind her in her bed and cradled her body with his. Pansy opened her legs and then brought her feet inward, leaning forward as she breathed in and out.



Over the next hour Pansy’s contractions came closer together. Ron felt like shit listening to her groan and whimper with each one. They were about five minutes apart when Neville came in and gave her a pelvic exam. She was dilating quickly and the baby was going to arrive soon.



Ron held Pansy in anyway she needed. Sometimes she pushed her back against his chest, other times she would shift and bury her face in his neck. She held his shoulders, and squeezed. She held his forearms and squeezed. She held his wrists and squeezed. Sometimes she needed him to hold her tight, other times she didn’t want to be touched.



Ron tried his best to predict what she needed but it was only so much of a success. Eventually she just moved him or moved herself. As the contractions moved closer together, Ron thanks Merlin that this was moving fast. He didn’t know if he could stand listening to her in pain like this for hours.



Neville came in and gave her another pelvic exam. “Alright Pansy, your fully dilated. If you feel the urge to push go right ahead.” He used a spell on his hands while the nurse helped Ron and Pansy get into position. Ron stayed at her side close enough to hold her if she wanted.



Pansy felt the next contraction coming and looked at Ron while she panted quickly. “You can do it, love.” He said to her.



She sucked in a hard breathe and then pushed down as hard as she could. The pain was unbearable, and only Ron’s voice in her ear kept her sane. He told her she was doing fine, he repeated Neville’s words so she knew what was going on. Eventually she had to stop and she just let her head fall back.



“That was great Pansy.” Neville said. “Wait for the next one and do the same thing.”



Pansy looked over at Ron. “You are doing such a good job my Pansy.” He said kissing her head. The next contraction was coming again. Pansy clutched Ron’s shirt front and pulled his close as she pushed with everything she had.



She felt her energy draining. She pushed again, Ron and Neville telling her what she was doing was great but she didn’t know. “I don’t know how much more longer I can do this.” She said to Ron.



Ron felt like crying. Pansy was giving it her all, going through what seemed like torture to him, and he couldn’t do anything to help with the pain. He felt useless. “Ron, do you want to see?” Neville asked him.



“What?” Ron was confused. He had seen him wife many times, what was Neville talking about. He shifted on his feet and looked at Neville’s viewpoint. There, coming out of his sife slowly, was a head, and from what he could see a layer of pitch black hair.



“Pansy, love, the baby’s coming out.” He said, brushing her hair aside. “Come on, you have to help our baby out the rest of the way.”



Pansy’s eyes widened as she panted again. “You saw?”



“Yes, come on my Pansy, I know you can do it.” He said, clutching her hand. Pansy lifted her arms and pulled him chest to chest, burying her face in his neck. She sucked in a breathe and squeezed down on his shoulders as tight as she could. “I love you my Pansy.” He whispered.



“It’s a girl!” Neville called out as the baby slid from Pansy into the world.



Pansy let go of Ron, keeping a hand in his shoulder. “A girl?” She asked.



Neville slid the baby onto her chest where a nurse had place a blanket. Pansy let tears flow as she looked a miniature of her own face. She felt her husbands arm around her shoulder. “Ron, it’s a girl.” She looked to her side at him and saw he had wiped a tear of his own away. “Isn’t she pretty?”



“She’s beautiful. She looks just like you.” He kissed her temple. This little girl was a duplicate of his wife and he thought nothing would be better then to share his life with these two gorgeous women. Life didn’t get better then this very moment.





A/N: I mirrored the birth after my own, I was expecting hours and hours and ended up with an hour and 48 minutes. That’s just so any women who feel it wasn’t accurate as far as labors go, this is pretty much what happened to me. I thought something was wrong, but it was just fast.