n the second day of December, I started feeling very strong contractions, and so I laid down on my bed and asked one of my kids to call Rhinox to get me checked up immediately. My husband came home a few minutes later and got worried seeing me so fearful, and so it was a real relief when our friend doctor came over and reassured us that it was nothing serious: our baby had just turned earlier than we expected and there was a possibility that he would be born in a few days. The perspective didn’t thrill me, nor my husband, but if Dartride had ‘chosen’ that way, we had no way to keep him inside for longer. So I just tried to relax and I cuddled with my husband and my other kids.

The day afterwards, contractions started again, and this time they were much stronger, to the point that Rhinox took me to his laboratory and put me under observation: I was in labor. I’ve been in that state the whole day, and I don’t remember a lot, except my family coming over to spend time with me and Rhinox giving me something to calm down and sleep.

December 4th started with me in pain. Dartride had been moving since early morning, and I could feel his door wings poking my uterus inside, hurting so bad. I’ve had nausea and panic attacks, and only my beloved Jackie and my son Ratchet Doc (and Rhinox’s friendship and medicaments) managed to keep me calm enough until late afternoon. Soon as I could breath regularly again, I asked Doc to call his brothers Ratch and Jazz in the other Universe and to tell them to come over. Contractions were very strong now, occurring every 5 minutes, and Rhinox told me I was about to give birth soon. I grasped my husband’s hand and squeezed it tightly, trying to find the courage I needed to go through all that. I have never given birth prematurely before, and it was kind of a shocking perspective; I thought of all the faults I may have, all the mistakes and depressions of the last months, that may have caused all this, but Jackie helped me push all of this away: I needed to focus on giving birth only now. A few minutes later, Doc told me Jazz could’t come, but at least Ratch could, and was about to teleport. Doc went to pick him up at home, while I shared my happiness with Jackie about Ratch’s coming, and my sadness that Jazz couldn’t, but I knew he would have come one of the days afterwards. My son has always been there for me. My husband tried to calm me down about Darty’s health too, but I was so worried that I could only repeat: “I hope so, Jackie.. I hope so…“.

Soon as Ratch and Doc entered Rhinox’s lab, and I saw my other son, I felt like crying for the happiness, and I hugged him as he approached my bed. Just when I thought I could relax a little, I felt Dartride’s door wings poking inside again, but this time I felt really uncomfortable, like if I had just peed in my pants: my baby’s door wings had broken my waters. Then it was just matter of minutes: the painkiller Rhinox had given me had kept the pain to a mild level, but still strong enough to make me sweat and shake, and now Rhinox, Doc, and Ratch were team-working to help Dartride come out: Ratch pushing the top of my belly while Rhinox manouvered the baby externally to close his doors on his back so that a vaginal birth was made possible, and Doc monitored Dartride’s life signs and prepared a tool to eventually help my baby come out if he got stuck. Ratch and Jackie kept telling me everything would be alright, and I started feeling more confident, enough to push regularly. Then I saw Doc handing the tool to Rhinox, who inserted it in the birth canal to pull Dartride out. Just for a second… and then… Dartride literally ‘flew out’ of my body and Rhinox caught him just in time. I was panting like if I hadn’t breathed in a life, but I couldn’t help but cry and feeling immensely happy at seeing that little screaming Transformer with now spread open wings. My little Dartride. Ratch congratulated with me for doing it, and Rhinox cleaned my little one up and placed him on my chest. Jackie hugged both me and lil’ Darty, as moved as I was. Our tiny baby was born. Rhinox had to put him in incubator a short time afterwards, and he said he should stay there for a week at least, as he’s born at 33 weeks of conception. But it’s alright. We can wait Welcome to the world, sweet little Dartride.

Dartride Prime
born Dec 4th, 2008
8:06PM