Flutter and big mac's birth

12 hours 30 minutes
10 cm
As twelve and a half hours passed and the pain became overwhelming she said. “Mac, please call the doctor now.”
He hit the call button and stroked her mane, his heart leaping. The doctor and nurse headed into the room. The doctor checked her and nodded “You are at ten centimeters Fluttershy, so let’s get you ready. He and the nurse gathered the needed instruments as they put gloves on.
Fluttershy looked at Mac trying to tell him what she felt, but no words would come out. Mac just smiled and kissed her. “We are here,” Mac whispered as his smile widened.
Fluttershy was sitting half upright, her legs spread apart. The doctor was holding one and the nurse the other. The doctor talked to her calmly. “You know what to do. When there is a contraction, curl, tuck your chin in and give a big push. It will feel like a bowel movement.” She was half listening, holding onto Mac, crying from all the emotion. Mac stroked her cheek and kissed her. There was only a minute before Fluttershy began to whimper.
“Deep breath and push!” the doctor said. Fluttershy inhaled and slouched over her stomach. The doctor and nurse pulled her legs back as she did this.
Mac counted to ten. “Okay, breathe and push!” he said, looking down at her sex. The nurse moved her eyes between Fluttershy and the monitors. Fluttershy let out her breath inhaled and bore down again, grinding her teeth as she pushed hard. She felt the mass in her belly to press hard against her cervix. She flinched as the pain intensified. The feeling was different from the contractions, actually it was in addition to the pain of the contractions. Mac kissed her as he continued counting. “Good Flutter, push push, four, five….”
“Push against the pressure Fluttershy,” the doctor encouraged.
She let out a yelp as the pain and pressure became worse. She was trying to push hard.
“Fluttershy, you can do it…” Fluttershy said before counting again, the nurse was wiping her forehead with a cool rag.
She gave a push again, before relaxing and allowing her legs to fall as she breathed hard. “God it HUUURTS!” she cried out.
“You are doing great Flutter,” Mac whispered as he kissed her.
“If you keep that up, the foal will be here in no time.”
Fluttershy screamed out, “I can’t do this…” every utterance sounding as if it was hard for her to speak and getting harder.
“This was just the first contraction. You can’t get discouraged that it didn’t happen right away,” the doctor said.
“You can and are doing it. We are at the end, no time to turn back,” Mac said firmly. Her face showed the pain and pressure she was feeling….. “I know it hurts, but it will be over soon.” Fluttershy rested her head upon the pillow, trying to relax and save her strength for pushing instead of her fear. She closed her eyes, trying to reach the water bottle. She wasn’t really trying to get it, just to tell Mac that she needed it. He held it to her lips as he continued to encourage her. “You are doing great. Keep it up; I know you can do it.”
She drank the water, her throat suddenly dry. “H…h…hurts” she breathed.
The doctor rubbed her tummy. “Just rest and take deep breaths.”
“Flutter, I know it hurts, but I know you can do this. I will not leave you till we have that foal in our arms,” Mac said trying to reassure her.
She held Mac in her hooves as if afraid he would disappear if she let go. Her eyes were kept closed as she was continuing to breathe deep focusing on the foal, the goal of all the pain and effort…. that she could feel pressing her cervix.
Mac held her hooves as well. “Just breathe and rest Flutter. Visualize our foal waiting for you to help it into the world.”
She pictured the life she had seen on the sonograms and heard on the heart monitor sliding down her birth canal and into Mac are her hooves. The thought calmed her down until she whinnied and her legs pulled back. “Here……comes……!” she tried to say before once again she was seized by the urge to bear down.
Mac and the nurse helped hold her legs back as she pushed. “You are doing it, and doing it wonderfully. keep it up,” he said as the nurse wiped her head to try and help her keep cool.
Fluttershy’s lips pulled back and her jaw clenched as she pushed, her kind face twisted in determination and effort. “Hnnng….Grrrah….!” she grunted right before she took another deep breath and pushed, her hooves pushing into the bed so hard that the little bit of her mind not focused on the push was embarrassed.
“Push into your bottom,” The doctor said.
Mac was rubbing her leg, doing anything he could to try and comfort his wife. “That’s it, Flutter, that’s it, push.”
Fluttershy, as nice as she usually was, wanted to tell Mac to “shut up!” but she was concentrating harder on pushing out this foal then she was snapping at Mac. “Nnng…OW!” She yelped as the pain and pressure rose again, causing her to push harder and whimper more loudly. Mac kept one hoof on her leg, and used the other to help her curl over.
“Breathe deep and push!” the doctor said.
She let out a yelp that caused her to lose her breath and gasp before she bore down again, tears building in her eyes from the pain. Mac licked her maw, sensing she would rather concentrate than be told what to do. She pushed for as long as she could before letting out her breath and her body relaxing. She was panting heavily as she looked in the mirror that hung over the doctor. She cried because the foal didn’t even show.
Mac wiped her face with the cool towel as he kissed her. “I love you Flutter,” he whispered to her.
She wanted to loudly profess it back to him, as embarrassing as that might be, but could only whisper barely, “I love you.”
The doctor stroked Fluttershy. “Hey now, don’t get discouraged; it’s normal for first foals to take quite a bit of pushing. How about we move into another position? She nodded as she reached for Mac. “Let’s try having you sit. Big Mac can you help me move her into your lap?
Mac sat on the bed and the doctor, nurse and he moved Fluttershy onto his lap, her belly facing out as all her weight leaned on him. He smiled and licked her head. “You are so beautiful Flutter.”
Fluttershy shined at the change of position. The pain lessened a bit, but the pressure was more intense. It was happening and there was going to be much more. She grabbed his hoof and pushed hers hard into his.
He held onto hers as well as he kissed her. “I’m not leaving you Flutter.”
She heard and understood him, but didn’t answer as she was too focused on the mass pressing on her cervix. She knew he was there because he was speaking to her, but he was her anchor to reality… he was there…. no he wasn’t just there… he was there for her and the foal.
The doctor spoke to the nurse. “Redheart, can you wipe Fluttershy’s face please?” She nodded and did so.
Fluttershy was so hot that the towel was a welcome comfort. She breathed slowly and very deeply for a couple of minutes before she whined and held Mac’s hoof harder. He smiled down at her. “Come on, deep breaths, you’re doing great.”
She looked at the ceiling as she pushed down, trying to imagine her pelvis widening for the foal. She focused on that image, picturing the foal moving ever forward. “HnnnnngAAAAA!! “she grunted as she pushed, having trouble keeping a steady push.
Mac helped her stay upright, supporting with her pushing anyway he could. Her body trembled with each effort, her teats and marehood slightly leaking.
The doctor dabbed up the fluids gently. “That’s it Fluttershy, feel that foal coming.”
‘Celestia’s sake!’ she thought. When she pushed, she wanted it to be quiet, wanted to focus, but between contractions she needed to know she wasn’t doing something wrong. She couldn’t focus enough to speak, not with the weight in her birth canal. Mac licked her face as he supported her, trying to bring strength and encouragement. Fluttershy panted and bore down again, feeling gravity pull the foal closer to the world. Even though it was pulling the foal, it didn’t feel it was coming much faster. She gripped Mac tighter as she felt the straining of her cervix as it strained to pass the foal.