The decision to have a second child was not spontaneous, but my second pregnancy caused some confusion among others, because the eldest son at that time was only 6 months old. To say that I was not torn by doubts is not to say anything. Can I handle it? Do I have enough strength, patience and time for two very young children? How not to cheat love and attention crumbs? Questions, questions, and as time went on, everything fell into place.
Toxicosis did not even think to visit me, fatigue sometimes looked to visit, but to be honest, my curiosity and a complex pupil often served as the cause of fatigue. I’m so keen on nature, and here I also wanted to test my strength in gardening and horticulture, while I did not forget about cooking, knitting and sewing.
The second pregnancy was easier than the first, the doctors did not find any abnormalities and pathologies, but …
At the end of the sixth month, water began to leak out of me and I was urgently taken to hospital for preservation. Everything good has ended, long days of waiting have begun, what will happen to me and my baby. It was then that I began to doubt the correctness of the decision to have a second child. Even today (2 years and 5 months have passed) it is hard to remember: I am in the hospital on conservation; mom’s eldest son; the husband, seeking to improve our living conditions, makes repairs, goes to the hospital to me and does not forget to take the time to the eldest son. I do not complain, but simply remember and recreate the whole picture.
Two weeks of preservation and one night I woke up from a strange feeling, listened – yes, this is a fight! She told the nurse, but apparently her peace of mind was misleading, but still she called the doctor on duty. The doctor gave me a shot of the no-shpa and sent me to sleep. In the morning, the same nurse invited my attending physician and informed him that I caused a panic and wanted to give birth. I say: Why did you want? I have a face today. The doctor examined me and just ordered Immediately to the delivery room! After 1 hour, my little Dima was born (a premature baby weighing 1400 grams), who was immediately taken to intensive care.
Another month in the hospital, but together with the baby, helping him to adapt and celebrating his small victories (improved dynamics of analyzes, dropping of the dropper, switching to more benign antibiotics, and then completely stopping antibiotic therapy, feeding from the bottle, and most importantly, the first attachment to chest). The main thing is to clearly, even pedantically follow all the recommendations of the doctor. When we were discharged, until the state was fully normalized, oh, how far it was. Registration by a neuropathologist, constant supervision by a pediatrician.
The first 3 months of life, the baby, as if he was getting what he was supposed by the laws of nature, did not want to sleep in his crib, but preferred his mother’s tummy. I did not struggle with this, and today I can say with confidence that only joint sleep and breastfeeding on demand helped lift a premature baby to its feet. In order to gain strength and be in a good mood, I went to bed with the children and allowed myself to take a nap for an hour in the afternoon. Fortunately, we live in our home and in the summer we spent the whole day outside (the children slept outside during the day). Daily massage and water procedures, walks in the fresh air became the key to good health of my children. I was not afraid to spend dynamic gymnastics with my youngest child, the results were not long in coming: as early as 3 months, Dima kept his head well, at 7 he sat on his own, crawled at 8 at the beginning of the ninth month, and took his first independent steps a year and 4 days.
The older child had an interest in the nipple and the bottle, I did not try to discourage him from the bottle, just under the opportunity emphasized that neither father nor mother eat from the bottle. The desire to be like papa and mama led to the fact that Sanya not only refused to eat from the bottle, but also ate with a spoon without my help. You will not believe it, but Sasha – the eldest son became my most loyal friend and helper (after my husband, of course). I forbade giving the installation He owes nothing and no one. Nobody asked the baby if he wanted a younger brother or sister. Your desire to have a second child should not limit the freedom of the elder. When I was breastfeeding Dima, Sasha was always there, and we sang songs or recited poems. No one better than Sasha could bring me a diaper (this is a joke, but, nevertheless, the child gladly carried out the requests).
Having passed all the difficulties and trials, I can only say one thing: we have two beautiful boys growing up, and we are thinking about our daughter, but about this next time.