It was in September. The second daughter was about to be born. Almost a gift to me on the name. Pregnancy proceeded very well, no toxicosis and edema. The only thing that differed from the first pregnancy was the size of the tummy.
Ultrasound two weeks before the birth accurately determined that our second daughter would be born. Everyone was looking forward to the birth of another princess, especially my oldest beauty. And then came the day of birth. Began weak, barely sensitive contractions. And we, having previously taken our daughter to her grandmother, went to the maternity hospital.
This time my husband decided to attend childbirth, the last time my mother was with me. The pain during the whole process was not strong, it all happened very quickly.
About four hours after arriving at the maternity hospital, my second daughter was born. And twenty minutes later I gave birth to another girl. Yes, yes … such a paradox happened. My husband was shocked, to put it mildly, the medical staff smiled sweetly, and I, probably, only a day later fully realized that I had become the mother of three beautiful princesses.
Only then did the secret of such a large tummy and a large amount of amniotic fluid be revealed. And why the ultrasound could not determine my another puzozhitel? This is still a mystery.
As reported to relatives – this is a separate story. Several times everyone asked, they called my husband’s phone, maybe they decided that I had a postpartum neurosis? But our family is principled optimists and always tries to do everything with a smile.
So urgently bought a second set for the third daughter. In five days we were all at home together: I, the husband, and our three daughters. My name is we just celebrated on the day of discharge. Here is such a story.