My husband and I were going to have a baby together. I read about the fact that men who saw the first moments of the life of their child love him very much, and the kind of suffering of his wife makes him treat her with great respect and sympathy.
But then I read other opinions. That men often faint at childbirth, that the kind of childbirth makes them disgusted, and then they can no longer treat their wife with the same tenderness as before.
I then hesitated. I also remembered how Sasha (my husband) almost fainted when my ears were pierced. It was really painful, but he strongly empathized me.
But still went together to the hospital and agreed that we will give birth together. All decided case. My birth began a week early. And therefore, there was no talk of joint deliveries – after all, this requires a separate chamber, which must be negotiated in advance.
They said that my husband would interfere with other parturient women – after all, they could only put me in the common ward. So I went to give birth alone. And, frankly, I do not regret. Unfortunately, the maternity hospital at that time was in a rather sad state: all the women in labor were given nighties of an eerie type. The toilet was one for all – only 2 cabins worked in it. And not everyone could get there on their own.
I had urgent deliveries. But there was no normal anesthesia. Yes, it is in our hospital and now there is no. They prick any nonsense, like noshpy, from which it is not at all easier. And they say it doesn’t hurt you.
In general, I screamed not childly. It would hardly have helped if my husband held my hand. It was necessary to normal anesthesia. Now I would never go to give birth in our hospital, I would go to Moscow. And then this was nothing, and we also had no money for normal deliveries.
But she gave birth quickly, literally in 2 hours. Sasha first went all the time around the maternity hospital, and then went home. And immediately he got a call that I gave birth. He did not even believe that so quickly.
And I, again, having read various books, asked that the child be immediately applied to the breast. But I just put him close, because I was very exhausted and I was told that they would bring feed when I rest.
The first acquaintance with the child
I lay and looked at him, trying to memorize his face. You know, they used to write in newspapers that children in maternity hospitals are often confused and bring the wrong ones. And then after many years it turns out. The features of the newborn were completely incomprehensible. When my acquaintances asked me what kind of person he looked like, I honestly answered that it was a wrinkled pear.
My boy had a very bright distinctive feature: there was a bright red spot on his forehead due to urgent childbirth. I recognized him from this spot. Now it is brightened, and it is almost invisible. The midwife also said that he had very beautiful eyelashes and a dimple on his cheek. This is all left now.