I will start my story from the very beginning. In early May 2013, after a 2-week delay, I decided to do a test … and here it is !!!! about a miracle, echoing a pale strip, registration in the antenatal clinic examination and the phrase “Congratulations! 6 weeks pregnancy ”Next 2 months of severe toxicosis, the first ultrasound, endless tests, then the second ultrasound and again the phrase“ Congratulations the baby is developing well, there are no deviations and the cherished BOY ”I don’t know why, but everyone said that there would probably be a girl, but I felt that I’m inside a boy, the future defender. Next, the final 3 ultrasound where they said “everything is fine with the Kid, weight 1700, lies right” and confirmed that this is a boy. The fact that this son was visible so well that all my doubts disappeared immediately.
The delivery date was set for me on January 7 or 8, but after the first visit to the hospital to the doctor I wanted to give birth, the deadline was postponed to January 14. Therefore, when on December 23 I went to the reception in the antenatal clinic for thoughts that tomorrow I would not give birth at all.
So, on December 23, 2013, I went to see a gynecologist, after him to a therapist. After which the therapist says, “The pressure is increased, the swelling is increasing, you should have time to give birth.” I don’t know why, but after that I decided to call my doctor at the hospital and tell me everything that was said to me that day. After which she said, “Come tomorrow, I’ll look at you and maybe I’ll put it in my room to remove the swelling.”
On this day, I was in consultation with my husband, we already left and on the way home I decided that it would not be bad to take a referral to the hospital just in case. Having already arrived at home, I forced my husband to turn around and go back to the consultation… Having arrived there, I went to my doctor and with the phrase “And say that!” I asked to write me a referral to the hospital) and now we have gone home. Since I really do not like hospitals, I was not willing to go to the maternity hospital for examination tomorrow, for some reason I decided that after the examination they would let me go home to rest before delivery..
On December 24, at 8 a.m., just in case, taking all the bags, my husband and I got into the car and drove to the hospital. Arriving there, I called my doctor saying that I had arrived Naturally, I didn’t take the bags from the car, because I was sure that now we would go home after delivery for at least 2 weeks.
The doctor invited me to the examination room, where they measured my pressure and horror! It was terribly elevated which surprised me, because I didn’t feel it at all …. and then the phrase “Make out ..”
I went out to my husband with a sad face, almost bursting into tears, informed me that they nevertheless put me in the maternity hospital, asked me to bring bags, changed my shoes, sent him home, and went to “Check Out” …
Collected documents. They asked a few questions, I changed clothes and went to the 2nd floor to the antenatal ward where pregnant girls are kept. As soon as I managed to get the laundry, settle down, almost take the bags apart and meet the roommates, they brought me a dropper .. After lying down for 30 minutes under the dropper, my doctor came to me and said that I had to go and take a look. Even 2 weeks ago when I came to me she said that the neck is still not ready at all and even more so there is no disclosure. And then she looked at me and said “Okay, 2 cm disclosure” and gave me some kind of pill (about her later =)))
Arriving in the ward I shared my impressions with the girls, it turned out that they gave me some kind of “magic” pill after which everyone goes to give birth. And then we got into a conversation and I forgot about the pill, and even more so the 2 cm opening, I forgot long ago because nobody called to give birth to me))
Especially since I love having read on the Internet about how girls walk with disclosure in 2 and more cm from 30 or even 20 weeks, I did not attach any importance to this … Then my husband had already returned to me and brought me my laptop without which I would I thought then I could not live here. And then talking to him on the phone, I understand that my stomach is starting to grab) And here I remembered the “magic” pill. My doctor came to me again and told me to go to the post … Having approached there I found out that my tests were not very good, and having measured the pressure, the doctor realized that nothing had changed from the dropper, the pressure was still terribly high and then I suddenly gave out “Oh, something hurts me in the bottom”.
Well, from this phrase at about 11:30 a.m., you can count down the beginning of the path to a meeting with our baby. Returning to the ward, I began to collect the most necessary things: a telephone, water, a towel, diapers and soap. Well, here the tests began again, an enema, a shower … and now I was taken to a ward where I lay alone for the next 7 hours. My birth, as it turned out later, was urgent, so after about 15 minutes an anesthetist came to me, a very kind and disposing person, it’s very unfortunate that she didn’t recognize his name ..
Because contractions caused me to do epidural anesthesia, not the most pleasant and painless procedure I can tell you) it was done in the back and at the same time it was necessary to knock the back out like a cat explained to me, but every time I felt the needle was approaching I straightened back =) Laughing and I myself did not understand why I packed up and endured this procedure.
And from that moment I started contractions which, thanks to anesthesia, I didn’t feel and there were none yet, but I felt my legs go numb and indeed everything below the waist. But since I was lying a little on my side, only the right side was numb. It was funny when the doctor came with a needle to check if I feel something, then it turned out that I feel but only the left side. After lying down for 2 or 3 hours under a dropper and all sorts of devices I came to do CTG. It lasted about an hour, after which my doctor came and said that everything was fine with us), but she came not only for this.
A bubble was pierced to me and only then did I find out what “Water has gone” and even found out what it means to “drop my stomach” about 15 minutes after the puncture I noticed how my baby falls, let’s say “exit”) An anesthetist came to me periodically and asked do I feel the contractions, I answered that I feel well already, but every time he reassured and assured that until he was in the next room (where the girls were already with contractions every 5 minutes) everything was fine with me. After a while, everyone ran away to where, who to take birth, who to draw up paper. And here I understand that I have more than just a fight !! After suffering about 10 minutes I could not stand it and started calling my doctor. After 3 minutes she was called and from that moment she didn’t leave me anymore) She looked at me again and said that I was ready to give birth and offered to try to push from which I didn’t refuse)) Already after 10 minutes, all the doctors who participated in my birth ran up to me. I always thought that I would not scream during childbirth, I would just be ashamed) So I tried to be silent, but it was difficult I cried and almost called my mother.
After the head had already appeared, as I was told, they decided to lift me from the bed on which I was lying and move to the birth room .. the fun started here !!)) My legs are cotton, anesthesia does its job) It’s almost impossible to go .. And then I’m seated on a chair, several fights and here it is! My boy cried out, my son was born on December 24 at 19:00 51 cm and weight 3060 gr. They put it on my stomach for just a few seconds, but I remembered them for life !!!! After that, I hardly remember what happened next, I just looked at this little lump in a blue blanket …
Further, I think my story does not matter, because childbirth is over and the happiest moments are just beginning. The first feeding, the first cry, discharge, the first night at home .. and so on ad infinitum…
Dear future mothers who will probably someday read this story. Do not be afraid of anything, there is nothing better than children! And for the sake of this, it is worth experiencing all these moments from toxicosis to childbirth. . Pregnancy and the birth of my baby is the best thing that happened to me .. I wish you and your kids health, patience and all the best of light and goodness.
Do not be afraid to give birth, as I myself was convinced the main thing is to listen to the doctor and not to improvise!!!