The beeping of the machines reminded Hermione of the past. The past she would much rather forget at a time like this. Unfortunately, there was nothing to be done about that. She would just have to block out her vivid memories of previous hospital stints. The machines were necessary and supposed to be a reassurance that everything was alright. That she was safe. It was a miracle in itself that she was even in this predicament, dreams dashed years before by excessive side effects of the torture she survived during the war. With her newly, magically, healed body, though, situations changed. It was not only possible for her to conceive a child, but she was now able to carry to full-term.