My story about childbirth. With a big delay and very long :) 7 hospital, Kharkiv

My story about childbirth. Long delay and very long :)! 7 maternity hospital, Kharkiv

From the very beginning of my stay on the forum, I dreamed of the day when I would sit down to write “A Story about My Birth” ... And now this day has come. Trite, but - "I can not believe" :).

If we start from the very beginning, I’ll say that on the New Year 2006 I made a wish to have a baby this year. I guessed not because they planned the child, but just the opposite - it was still too early for us to plan, because I didn’t have my apartment, and I couldn’t get to the gynecologist in order to get tested and “plan.” to see if the new year dreams come true ...

Long story with how I saw the notorious 2 strips, then I bought 2 or 3 more tests to make sure I thought that my nausea on sea kale (I don’t think so far) is just a whim, and not signs of toxicosis :).And then at week 7 I saw HIS (or HER;)) on the ultrasound ... And everything in the world turned upside down. That creature on the monitor already had a heart beat, and I saw it! Now everything, everything in my life should have been aimed at making this heart beat comfortably, so that it grows and grows, so that the “puzozhitel” (I love this forum word!) Is born healthy.

During my pregnancy was all good and bad. There were days of extraordinary happiness, like when I first felt the baby hustling inside me, there was a sense of pride and “communion with something Divine,” when my friends noticed the tummy, asked “you?” And, smiling happily, nodded in response , there were just moments of calm and tranquility, when I somehow clearly felt that everything in life was going on, HOW SHOULD.
And there were hysterics to her husband for not allowing him to eat a chocolate bar, and tears because “you don't love me,” and depression, when work seemed hard labor, and every washed plate was a feat on my part ... But in general my pregnancy was not heavy.

Life went on as usual. Estimated delivery date was December 11th.My intuition was playing with me; then I “felt” that I was turning longer, then on the contrary - that I was having a face earlier. ...
When we were 35-26 weeks old, at the next appointment, my doctor said that it seemed like the baby turned the head upwards ... and what to do next? It is necessary to lie alternately on each side for 10 minutes, 3 times, 3 times a day.

I urgently went on my legal maternity leave, because at that time I was still working. Just we were going to go to the hospital to negotiate with the doctor. We are going. When I said, the baby is head up, I was told “Caesarean. And do not wait long, at 38 weeks and do it. " My timid hope, “but suddenly it will turn over, because there is still time” was met somehow strangely ... “Hardly”.

I do not want to give birth there, I want to do everything possible to turn over! - I cried to my husband. I was lying on the sides, I talked to the baby, I turned on the music in the headphones and put them to the lower abdomen, “luring” my little fidget. I don’t know what really happened - the music worked, turns from side to side ... or the doctor simply made a mistake, but by the 38th week we were lying, as it should!

We went to another hospital, to another doctor. There, too, everything was not so smooth.Having done an ultrasound to make sure that the baby is properly positioned, the doctor who did the ultrasound diagnosed 34-35 weeks. How so? After all, there should be already 37-38! “Ah,” said my uncle doctor, “then you have a developmental lull, sdfd” Fetal development delay syndrome ... Wow. How so. Ultrasound, we did the planned 3 times, not a single comment was not! How so…

The doctor, with whom I was about to give birth, said that I needed to support the child, and I should go to the hospital. Long story. I agreed. They put droppers with glucose and actovegin, pricked cocorboxilase and ascorbine. A week has passed in the hospital. Very long week. And then we were sent for a consultation to genetics (sounds frightening). This auntie comes to the hospital once a week and looks at the ultrasound of all problematic waiters for free. The first question she asked us was - and on what basis did you get such a diagnosis? .. In general, we did not have a sdfd. This is already a question for the future - in 1 week we grew up so much, or did that uncle look inattentively-measure us? ..

But I did not think to give birth there. I said goodbye “not for long”, having agreed that if I didn’t give birth to the 13th, I would come to “surrender” to them.

And late on December 8, my husband and I quarreled a bit. Slightly, we often have this when my parents stay with us. Either he finds fault with them, or I defend them too zealously. In general, I went to the bathroom to be sad. Got hot water. And lay there. Long. Highly. She sang a sad little song. (I can't help but remember that I heard the first stirrings of our baby when I was lying in the bathroom, crying, again after a quarrel with my husband. Then I thought again - this is a sign from my son, they say, "Mom, you're not alone!").

And so, having lain in the bathroom, probably more than an hour, I went out and saw that there was some water running down my legs. Well, I think, probably, from a long lying in the bathroom, the water has accumulated "there", and now it flows out. After the 3rd gasket, which took some few minutes, I wondered after all - how could SO MUCH get there? :) And the water turned reddish. ... And the tummy began to ache ... 1 o'clock in the morning.
I call the doctor. There are no clear intervals between contractions. The waters have departed or not - I cannot even say with confidence - I don’t know how the waters flow. She says to go to the hospital, and if it is already IT, then call her and she will come. We take a taxi, I'm nervous.
I collect the package.Drugs were collected, but not all by this time we have bought. I say, they say, well, well, less spent, where they go, if they need something, they will find it themselves. In general, I swagger. Mom and husband support me, help me to gather. The stomach hurts more. I am sure that this is already “it”, but there is a certain feeling that I will probably give birth by tomorrow evening.

We arrived in a taxi to the hospital. In the emergency department we ring the doorbell, from there sleepily ask - who is there? My husband answers - we have arrived to give birth. I have issued. Emerged on duty doctor. She said climb on the chair. When I climbed up (like a bear), she said: "Well done." This I understand for the fact that shaved came :). She felt me. It is sick, but we are ready for this. Says, you give birth, disclosure of 3 cm. Called my doctor, she said she was leaving. Made an enema. (In my memory, the first in my life, I ask an aunt - what to do next :). She grit, take the paper and the toilet :)). And that's all.

Husband left. Before that, it was somehow all, as if for fun, as if for fun. And as my husband smacked me, and I left for my aunt, and he went home - I felt scary ... I was left alone ... before the inevitable.It sounds pathetic, but that is how I felt then. That there is nowhere to run, but it will be necessary to endure some amount of pain and fear. But — and that was also — after all, such a distant joy was felt that HERE ALREADY BEGINNED, and soon it would end, that is, something else would start, unusually happy. ... But this was still far away.

On the 4th floor, where we arrived by elevator, for a long time could not find the attendant midwife, did not know in which ward she slept. She came out, sleepy but friendly. She took me to the birth hall. What struck me very pleasantly is the beautiful modern renovation, the bright light, of course, perfect cleanliness. There was a ball there (but I did not go to any courses, I did not learn to ride it, so it did not help me :)). I started laying out my packages, but I don't have half of what I need. Even his sheets do not have. The midwife says - when do you have time? I say - after 2 days, we thought, still have time to buy. She laughs, says you have to be ready in a few weeks. We met. Valentina Ivanovna. Ordinary woman. Not lisping, but not grumbling. She gave me an injection of ascorbine and a cocorboxylase intravenously (my doctor told me on the phone). Turned on the heater and left.He says wait for the doctor. We exchanged sms with my husband. He drove home, asked me to write when the doctor came. The doctor arrived quickly, after 30-40 minutes. By this time my stomach was already squeezing harder, but I was still calm.

Irina Sergeyevna (doctor) wrote down something else, did I not hurt anything, did I have any allergies ... In general, after about an hour I lost the sense of time, as the contractions became more painful. The midwife came and went. My doctor has not departed for a minute. When I had a fight, she would massage my tailbone and my back, when I breathed, she also sat, said something ordinary, asked me something. She made me some kind of “blockade” - 4 crazy painful injections around the tailbone. I asked if it was harmful, she replied that it was simple water, but that should ease the pain. I don’t know if it relieved the pain, it seemed to me that it didn’t, because it was very, very painful ... On the other hand, maybe it would have been even more painful without it.

Even before the arrival of the doctor, the midwife prepared a drip with oxytocin. I, having read about the stimulation of not very good things, I decided - I will not get it :). And then my doctor says, well, that probably it's time to put a drip.I say - maybe not? She asks why? I say - heard a lot of bad. She and the midwife smiled, she says, they say, the first time I hear that you just need to use it wisely. I did not agree with her about it in advance, it just flew out of my head.
I asked about how the umbilical cord is cut, whether the child is placed on the mother’s belly, the baby is with the mother ... And about the stimulation, I just forgot everything ... And now I tell her - do what you see fit, I trust you. She gave me oxytocin, in some very small concentration and very slowly. But the contractions intensified very soon. I could still speak then. I tell her: "You just do not be angry with me if I cry or moan." She says: “Child, what are you, do you forget what you said, feel yourself as if you are here alone, if you want to cry, shout, groan, if it is easier for you from this, do not hold back.”
Then we tried to sit on the ball. I did not succeed at all. First, we need to constantly monitor the dropper in hand, but even this is not the main thing, it just seemed to me more painful on the ball. Mostly during fights, I either lay or walked. With a dropper especially not like, I asked to remove it. Removed.My contractions stopped. Put back. Motivation - the waters have moved away for a long time, it's time to give birth, and not wait. The logic is, agreed. Again the contractions intensified. Somewhere in the glimmer of consciousness, she asks - who do you want the son to look like? I speak - on the husband. (squeezing out every word, wondering what she is thinking and saying about this now, but, nevertheless, RETRIEVING just a little from the pain - wasn't that the purpose of her question? :). She smiles and says - why? Damn, again you have to open your mouth and say something ... "Because he is very beautiful with me" - I roar.

In general, I suspect that at 4 am the doctor says - let me see you. Oh, and I just grapple, such that his eyes climbs. She waited until she passed. I looked. Disclosure of 10 cm. After 15-20 minutes, she says, does it hurt you? YES YES YES! It is time. We started to push. Also tried it in every way. Sitting, holding the bed. Does not exceed. My legs are spreading. And they say - try and try. Hold onto a chair. The same story. Lying down. A doctor and a midwife are pressing my knees to my stomach. Only so something worked. BUT alas. Not very much worked. They shout to me - push, like when you want to go to the toilet. ... Well, and I, that I am. I tried my best.But I did not have enough for 3 attempts at a time. Two at least somehow, and three - well, no way. And even then I understood my mistake. I took a breath not with my mouth, but with my nose! But in that state I simply could not remember this and lost attempt after attempt. My throat was dry and my head was spinning.
They already saw the head. They said that the hairs are blond, they say, come on, help your blonde ... And, God sees, I tried. I haven't screamed yet. I howled like a doggy, and when I was straining I groaned loudly. In general, then everything looked like a dream. “Let's end this case,” my doctor said when it was light outside.

Nodding, the midwife began to prepare some kind of medicine, tools. I ask the doctor - what will you cut? She calmly says to me - and what are you worried, if necessary, then we will, what is he like there now? .. Every 5 minutes she listened to his heart and praised him - clever, good boy. And she told me - look what a good fellow he is with you, she is also trying, and now it’s not easier for him there ...
No, she did not reproach me, all this time was very soft and calm. Encouraged me and praised me. Some people started coming. Nurse, came to something removed, gone.Two young girls came. One (I later learned) is a neonatologist. A male doctor came on duty. They all greeted, talked about something, about the weather, about someone's birthday, not a word about me. Then I started to push again, and only the midwife was holding me up, and my doctor and the person on duty, the one who came, pressed on top of my stomach with a stretched sheet. But this has not yet led to a quick ending. In between fights, the doctor still listened to her son's heart. Then the doctor on duty did it, he didn’t like something. They discussed this with my doctor. I didn’t really hear it, only I realized that it seemed that his heart was beating differently than it should be. For the next few seconds, a whirlwind of thoughts flashed through my mind. For some reason, I remembered a school where I have always been an excellent student ... but I cannot give birth ... I thought about my husband, the most beautiful and beloved ... (I write more nonsense) - I thought that if I die, he will have another wife sometime ... FIGHES! At the next fight, I strained as best I could ... and suddenly I heard a sound like a knife on oilcloth, a creak like that, then I felt something hot and something that jumped out of me ... and after just two seconds - children's crying ... loud and beautiful :) I realized that I had made incisions, I understood that he was already breathing, but something in my nerves had passed, apparently.I began to fear that now, when everything seemed to be almost behind, suddenly, something was wrong ... I began to say loudly, “Lord, help me. God help me"…

The doctor on duty even got angry with me. "What are you wishing, everything is already normal." And my doctor stood patiently over me and said: “Sasha, why are you? What are you afraid of? ”I asked if it was alive, whether it was normal (I found a word ...). She says: “Well, you hear a scream, it means alive. Fingers 5, pens 2 ... now the doctor will examine him, and you will get it ... "Then just in front of my face appears ass and pipiska ... Someone's voice asks," Well, mother, who was born, you see? "I say:" maaaaaaalchik :) ".

I no longer waved. After a few seconds, they put it on my stomach. Small and surprisingly warm. Since we still didn’t get our things, they put on some kind of cap with a stain that hadn’t been washed away and socks ... The arms and legs were bent. When he was laid, his face was right in front of mine ... He looked me straight in the eyes! With its large dark gray eyes. He stopped crying IMMEDIATELY, as he was on my stomach. Lord, he was alive, he moved on me !!! I stretched my finger to his penand he firmly grasped him !!! My tears flowed and I whispered to him, “Hello, son, my dear, good ...” and asked him “well, how are you”, as if he could answer me ... I also whispered “forgive me”, apologizing for that it didn't work out faster and less painful for him ...

And he looked at me carefully ... without taking his eyes anywhere from my face. No words, no songs and poems can express the feeling that completely captured me at that moment. I was breathtaking with happiness, I knew that never had my life been so significant and so full of meaning ... Yes, and now I can not express everything that I felt then. I am sure that every woman feels it in her own way, in her own way fully and happily in her own way.

The midwife told me to work hard and got me a baby seat. She and the doctor examined him, then examined me. Long and painful. Very painful. There was a feeling that they were trying to turn me inside out. But I firmly held my son and kept whispering all sorts of “sweets” to him. Irina Sergeyevna praised me for my patience. Then they began to sew me. In my opinion, I was injected with Novocain - small, such ukolchiki, I understood so little.
Well, well, they also sewed for a very long time and it hurt, as it seemed to me. Then we put ice between our legs and left us for 2 hours with our son in the delivery room, covered with a blanket. I sent sms to my husband and parents.

The son lay quietly, and then sent his little fist into his mouth and began to smack so loudly that the nurse, who came to wash the floor, laughed :). A young neonatologist tried to put a little one on my chest. But something with the right breast, we did not work out, the nipple seems too small. The midwife came, turned him over to the other side, stuck her nipple in his mouth and he sucked it so delicious !!! I was in seventh heaven! I do not know if something was there or not, but for 15 minutes my son “had breakfast.”

From 7-30 to 9-30, we lay with Jan in the delivery room. Then he was weighed and measured. I was taken to the ward. At that time I had time to ask if they would bring it to me immediately. They laughed at me a little, they say, we won't take him anywhere :).

Bottom line: December 9, 2006, at 7-30 am, I gave birth to a son. Yana Antonovich. 8 points on the Apgar scale. Weight 3340 gr. Height 52 cm. At birth there was a small rupture of the neck and the episode (it seems to have written correctly, the perineal incision).

Gave birth in 7 maternity hospital of Kharkov. Doctors and staff happy.From what I needed very urgently and what I would like to mention - this is a breast pump (I don’t know what I would do without it), an ointment for healing nipple cracks (I bought “bepanten”) and a mixture and a bottle (no matter how I tried , but the first three days could not).


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    My story about childbirth. With a big delay and very long :) 7 hospital, Kharkiv

    My story about childbirth. With a big delay and very long :) 7 hospital, Kharkiv

    My story about childbirth. With a big delay and very long :) 7 hospital, Kharkiv

    My story about childbirth. With a big delay and very long :) 7 hospital, Kharkiv

    My story about childbirth. With a big delay and very long :) 7 hospital, Kharkiv

    My story about childbirth. With a big delay and very long :) 7 hospital, Kharkiv

    My story about childbirth. With a big delay and very long :) 7 hospital, Kharkiv

    My story about childbirth. With a big delay and very long :) 7 hospital, Kharkiv

    My story about childbirth. With a big delay and very long :) 7 hospital, Kharkiv

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