If someone in my youth had told me that I would become a mother of three children, I would never have believed it and would have just laughed in response. And now I can’t even imagine how I would live without my favorite tomboy. The difference between all my children is 2.5 years old. My husband and I did not specifically tried, it just happened. As there are no identical children, so there is no identical childbirth. All three of my births were also different and memorable in their own way. I want to share stories about them. Perhaps my experience for someone will be useful.
No matter how it seemed at the beginning of the first pregnancy, that 9 months is almost an entire eternity, but did not have time to look back, as the term of delivery delivered to me by the doctor had already approached. And the closer the conditional date came, the more anxious I became: is the “anxious” briefcase with everything necessary for the maternity hospital ready, were all the necessary recommendations given to her husband for buying things for the baby, in agreement with the doctor who will give birth ... In general , the closer to the cause, the more nervous experiences and worries. Stop! Need to calm down. Anyway, no matter how hard you try, you will surely forget something. I did so. No, I did not forget, but calmed down.
I also decided that I really want to take part in shopping for a baby. So what if it is bad! I wore almost 9 months, I will give birth, and the greatest pleasure - to choose the first clothes for a child - will pass me by ?! No, dudki! And no matter how much my husband and mother persuaded me, no matter how they said that they would strictly follow my instructions, I was standing with my chest, or rather my impressive belly. What a joy it was to choose tiny booties, vests, sliders, caps! Finally, they chose a crib, but I wasn’t allowed to buy a stroller, but my husband assured me that he would buy this particular one that I showed him. Even the phone from the seller took.
With a feeling of deep satisfaction and accomplishment, I returned home. But either I walked too much that day, or the kid decided that since everything was already bought, you could go out, and closer to the night I got water. Honestly, I panicked. Even when at the beginning of the pregnancy lay on preservation, with me in the ward lay a woman with a planned cesarean. So, she suddenly began a rapid birth. When she was taken up in the elevator to the patrimonial department, she kept screaming: "anesthesia, give me anesthesia!" And where anesthesia, when the baby already had a head! Bore in 20 minutes. When you are in the hospital, it may be good, but when you are at home and you need to get to the maternity hospital ... In general, the story firmly sat down in my head and I was terribly afraid that I would not have time to get there. I tried to grope all the way (sorry for such details) if the head appeared.
It did not seem. As another 8 long, weary hours did not show up, after which the doctor became an old-fashioned way of simply squeezing the baby out of me. As it turned out, I had an outpouring of water and more than 8 hours of anhydrous period for a baby is dangerous, oxygen starvation can occur. I did not do anesthesia, so I had to experience the full range of inexpressible feelings. And when they showed me the long-awaited son, the first was the thought: alive! And the second: it's good that everything is finally over! And I cried, I confess, no longer from the joy of birth, but from the feeling of deliverance from unbearable pain.
In my confused tales of all the horror of the experienced childbirth, the husband concluded that I no longer want children. To be honest, I myself thought so at the beginning. But we both were wrong.
After two and a half years, I had a second pregnancy. Having learned from bitter experience, I almost immediately, as soon as I was placed in the delivery room, began to ask me for an epidural anesthesia. "Woman, wait! You still have no contractions, but you already need anesthesia!" - the doctor on duty reproached me. In the end, in due time, anesthesia was given to me, after warning me of all possible consequences and forcing to sign the consent to the procedure. Of course, I was pretty scared: if there is a joke, the consequences from epidural anesthesia can be up to a constant headache or even to the paralysis of the limbs. But the fear of pain at the first birth was stronger and I, relying on the qualifications of the anesthesiologist, agreed.
Unlike the first births, which I remembered as in a bad dream and a half-drunk state, this time, thanks to the same anesthesia, I was in a sober mind and a clear memory. The pain, of course, was, but tolerable. And when they showed me the second son, I sincerely rejoiced and cried, but already from happiness. True, I had to worry when I was told to move from the delivery room to the couch and I suddenly did not feel my legs. With her hands as a disabled person she shifted them and thought with a sinking heart: here they are the possible consequences of anesthesia! But the excitement subsided when the anesthesia was over and I began to feel my legs again. And after another two and a half years, we were again in the hospital. We say, because at the birth, almost to the end (I almost kicked him out of the room) was my husband. He is a doctor by profession and himself once took delivery. For the first birth, I was afraid of everything, and I myself wanted my beloved to be near, but then my husband flatly refused: “I’ll only get in the way, I’ll be nervous, tell the doctors what to do.” Now, from the height of my own experience, I firmly believe that the husbands in the delivery room have nothing to do.
The first time is always scary, because you do not know what awaits you and what to do (all the books read and the prenatal courses passed are somehow suddenly forgotten at the most inopportune moment). With the second, and even more so, with the third genera is not so much scary as exciting. Experience, nevertheless, affects, you become more confident in yourself. And when the gestation period was already approaching the 9th month, my better half expresses a desire to personally attend the exciting event of childbirth (well, who will understand these men !!!) In general, during the birth I flatly refused to move to the maternity chair, my devout did not leave.
A nurse who helps with childbirth asked me: “Well, you are an experienced mommy, you know what’s what. You don’t need to teach you? And then in the next box one gives birth to the fourth, and shouts to the whole department: I don’t I know! Tell me what to do! " Having made a smart face, I embarrassedly asked: "You tell me, nevertheless, tell me, otherwise I forgot something ..." As soon as the long-awaited daughter was born, I immediately sent for my husband. He did not have time to cut the umbilical cord, but he washed and weighed the baby. The newly minted father of many children from pride and joy directly glowed! And when the medical staff began to invite us to come to them for the fourth time, my husband and I mysteriously smiled and answered in chorus: "We'll see ..."
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