My first birth was long and painful. I gave birth by agreement in the regional hospital (now it is a large perinatal center). Fights I had more than 12 hours.
Negotiate or not?
When the time was near to give birth the second time, I was determined not to spend money on the wind, but to give birth to the doctor on duty. Upon learning of my decision, my mother began to persuade me not to play with fate and to agree with the doctor who gave birth to her eldest daughter. She motivated this by the fact that the second childbirth comes, as a rule, earlier, and lasts much less than the first.
If there are several women in labor, and there is only one doctor on duty, he may not provide me with quality assistance. With this you can not argue. Mom herself is a doctor. Over the years she has seen enough. I still called the doctor, who once gave birth, and we agreed to meet.
Maybe someone will come second birth before the first, and I had no precursors in 40 weeks. I was put in the antenatal ward, which I strongly opposed and tried in every way to get home, to my husband and daughter. I’m being referred for an ultrasound. Deadline is 41 weeks and 4 days. Malovodie.
At night, the cork comes off. I can hardly fall asleep, because in my mind I am preparing for the upcoming event. In the morning I report this to the doctor. She looks at me in the chair and reports a little disclosure. He promises that by the end of the week I will face, and it was Thursday. I am upset, delirious in the ward.
The doctor seemed to feel my mood. An hour later, she again decided to look at me on the chair and pierce the bubble during the inspection. When this happened, the clock was 11:06. So we give birth today. Hooray!
And here the most interesting begins – fights. Very frequent and painful. I call my husband, I ask him to get ready for me, but not in a hurry, it’s not soon to give birth. I inform the upcoming event mom. She says she will be with me in the evening.
Fights meanwhile more often. It seems that I do not feel a break between them at all. In the ward I’m alone. With difficulty I went out into the corridor. The nurse handed me a sheet and a pen and told me to record the interval between contractions. The interval is one and a half minutes.
And here comes the doctor. With a smile, listening to my babbling that I now face, looking at me on the chair and runs out into the corridor screaming: Gurney to Chamber 8!
I will never forget this moment in my life. They take me on a gurney to the maternity ward, everything spreads before my eyes, and then I see the frightened face of my husband. He came just at the moment when I was driven down the corridor.
Rodzal. I see the familiar face of a pediatrician doctor (wow, I was lucky to give birth with the same brigade as 5 years ago). A couple of minutes – and a warm native lump was laid on my stomach. On the clock 12.25.
Half an hour did not pass from the first fight to delivery. Imagine if I was at home, the birth would most likely have to be taken by my husband! My second birth was so much fun.
How long did your delivery last?