My husband and I did not particularly plan the date of birth: we did not calculate the month, did not calculate the days of ovulation. They just waited for the little miracle to happen. And then came the very day when the test showed two stripes. We were very happy about this bright event in our life. When I got registered in the antenatal clinic, I found out from the doctor the approximate date of delivery (DA) – December 26th.
The devil is not so terrible as he is painted.
The first thoughts that appeared in my head after I learned the approximate date of birth: I must give birth before the New Year holidays. Close people who were interested in when a small miracle would appear on the world, said in the same way: it means you give birth to 31. This thought visited me constantly. I was very worried that it was on the night of January 31 to January 1 that I would have to lie on the delivery table.
In the seventh month of pregnancy, my gynecologist, after recounting the date of birth, said that now the new PDR was on January 3. For some reason this option suited me more. And I calmed down a bit. Although I knew perfectly well that it was impossible to predict for sure the exact date of birth.
December came, all gradually began to prepare for the New Year. The city was decorated with colorful lights, everywhere was pre-holiday bustle, and my husband and I were preparing for the appearance of our crumbs.
I did not worry that I would have to celebrate New Year in the maternity hospital. More worried about the process of childbirth and how the doctors will behave: how they will relate, how they will work, whether the ambulance will have time to arrive. I tried to chase away all negative thoughts and thought only of the good.
A week before the PDR they put me in the antenatal department. Local doctors have already set a completely different date – December 28th. Everyone in the maternity hospital was preparing for the holidays: there was a big Christmas tree, wards and corridors were decorated with tinsel.
My crumb herself decided when to be born – on the morning of December 29th. It was the last working day of the year. Everything that I was so afraid of, with me, thank God, did not happen. The doctors did everything clearly, correctly, and helped as best they could. For this they are a special thank you, of course. Sometimes they just joked, tried to cheer me up: why didn’t they even endure that? Cheer it would be.
I met New Year’s Eve already in the postpartum department. At exactly 12 in the night, my roommate and I drank tea, ate some cracker and went to bed. On the one hand, I really wanted to go home to my husband to meet this holiday with my family. On the other hand, I perfectly understood, there will still be many holidays ahead, and nothing terrible has happened.
We wrote out with the baby on January 1. There is silence on the street – 27 degrees, people are not visible at all, everyone is sleeping. But I already wanted to go home so much that I did not notice all this. I got to the house quickly, and we were all happy to continue the celebration of the New Year with the whole high-grade family. We could not have expected a better gift than our daughter.
From all of the above, we can conclude that you should not be afraid of giving birth to such a grand celebration as the New Year. All doctors are on duty, no one leaves to celebrate the holiday with colleagues. Their duty is to help us, and they, like no one else, know that the life of the mother and the child depends on them.
And among you, did anyone get the convolutions with a new life for the holidays?