I remember that in the women’s clinic, one pregnant woman asked a woman in large families if she was afraid of giving birth for the fourth time. A little thought, mother of many children asked all of us if we were afraid of treating a tooth for the fourth time. Every time scary. I’ll tell you about my first birth.
How not to get ready, but still can not guess when it starts
When it was 2 months before giving birth, my husband and I moved in with his parents. They did not have a telephone, cell phones were still rare, taxis were also rare for our small town.
At first it did not bother me, but a month before the important moment I began to worry, especially before going to bed. I thought if everything would start in the afternoon, it would not be scary: the neighbors through the wall were willing to take them to the hospital. And if it starts at night?
A week before the birth, I went to the hospital. My parents live 5 minutes away from him. So I could go to them in the afternoon. The tests were normal, they began to let me go home for the night after 18.00. Exactly a week after 6 pm I began to get home. The back slightly hurt, as before menstruation, but it didn’t put me on my guard at all.
A favorite roll with fruit filling was waiting for me at home, but, strangely, there was no appetite. I just bit him and decided that I would take with me tomorrow. After the shower I went to bed. But I could not sleep. At one o’clock in the morning I woke my mother and asked me to see me to the hospital. I was still not very worried, although the belly and back began to girdle the pain.
Back to the maternity hospital
The nurse opened the door, muttering something like come, go, so grab on the way. The doctor on duty and the nurse rested. I sneaked into the ward and sat on the bed. The stomach and back ached more and more, but it was still possible to endure. So I sat – took place before dawn. At 6 in the morning I went to the nurse midwife and said that I was beginning to give birth. She noticed the time and said that it was not a fight yet, but she went for the doctor.
The gynecologist examined me, made a blister puncture and sent me to the prenatal room to suffer further. Despite the good disclosure, the contractions were bad. Tribal activity stimulated by injections and droppers.
The pain twisted. It seems I even raved for a bit. I wanted so much to have a husband or mother nearby, but relatives are not allowed to attend birth with us. A midwife was sitting with me and holding my hand. I began to ask them to do a Cesarean, but she replied that in an hour I was already having a face.
Push soon baby
As soon as the baby’s head appeared, I was transferred to the delivery room. Crouched in pain, I struggled to the table. Here I did not have to suffer for a long time. Contractions during the journey from prenatal to rodzal disappeared. I again put the drip. The attempts began. About 20 minutes later I gave birth. It was 6 pm. How happy I was when I heard my baby’s first cry. She was immediately laid on my chest and taken to the weigh-in.
Fights continued. I was so surprised by this. Then there was the birth of the afterbirth, ice on the stomach, a dropper in the leg (in the hands of a living place was left). About an hour later I was transferred to the ward, where my girl was waiting for me. Hungry but happy, I fell asleep. Through a dream, I heard my relatives call and report the birth of a child.