Little baby, watching you sleeping peacefully in my arms, I was secretly happy that the world was finally peaceful. I was about to get up and put you back on your little bed. You suddenly grinned, like a demon possessing me, and I smiled too. It was a kind of joy from the heart, and it felt sweet every time I thought about it...
When you were still in your mother's belly, I wanted to write a growth diary for you, but I never picked up the pen. These days, along with your crying, there is a constant cycle between feeding, burping, changing diapers, washing clothes, soothing and coaxing you to sleep. You cry when you are hungry, cry when you are bloated, cry when you poop, cry when you are nauseous, and want to be hugged. Going out of the house, noisy day after day, always looking forward to finishing early, my mother's thoughts are a little confused, and she lacks sleep. In order to sleep for a while, she holds her urine and refuses to get up. Her stomach is growling and she has to stay in bed longer. Her eyes are full of red bloodshot eyes. Your dad can't sleep well. Every day is like a battlefield. Dad hugs mom and comforts her. We have to take turns eating, bathing, doing housework and holding the baby. We have to eat two bowls of rice at a time, which makes our back so tired.
My mother had persistent pain in her stomach in the early morning. She informed her family and rushed to the hospital. The doctor on duty checked and admitted her to the hospital. Because there were so many pregnant women in the hospital, the wards were full, and there were no beds in the corridors. The nurse reassured us that some people would be discharged tomorrow. We were afraid that something might happen to us, so we hurriedly went through the admission procedures, signed all kinds of documents, and truthfully explained the situation to the doctor... After all the hard work, the sky turned pale, and my mother quickly slept on the stretcher for a few hours. She felt a vague pain in her stomach, the cries of children, and the snores of adults, making her sleep very uneasy. It was dawn in a daze, and your dad asked me what I wanted to eat. I said some white porridge! I wanted to eat more food to save my energy, but with stomachache and hiccups, I really couldn't eat. At that time, the stomachache was still bearable, and I knew it was still too early to give birth, so I sent a message to your grandpa and aunt saying that since I was hospitalized, I didn’t know when I would give birth. Your fetal head is already very low. After drinking some porridge, you go to the toilet frequently. Every once in a while, a nurse will measure your blood pressure and perform fetal heart rate monitoring. Your dad keeps urging: "Hurry up, the nurse is looking for you!" The fetal heart monitoring always fails, and you stay still. I think maybe you are conserving your strength. My mother is very optimistic and feels that my baby is not so fragile. Soon a nurse came over to do a B ultrasound. She said that I had low amniotic fluid, so she gave me nutritional injections. She told me very seriously, "Injecting you with injections does not guarantee that your amniotic fluid will rise. It would be best if the amniotic fluid starts to develop earlier." Then I have to have a caesarean section." After hearing this, my heart suddenly tightened, and I said to your dad pitifully, "The doctor said it is possible to have a caesarean section!" Your dad also joked, "You are going to have your pig disemboweled!" Oh, that's the end of it, God bless me!
When I was pregnant, I read hundreds of vaginal delivery diaries. Some mothers needed several days and nights to open their fingers, while some mothers had emergency labor in two hours... The labor pains became more and more intensive, from once every 5 minutes to once every 3 minutes. Whenever contractions came, I pinched my hands hard, and your dad watched. My heart ached and held me tightly, I weakly pushed him away, thinking he was in the way... My mind went completely blank. I concentrated on thinking about the pain in my finger. I didn't say anything, didn't cry or make trouble. I looked at the phone like a man possessed, silently counting the seconds... Your dad said it hurt so much that the nurse should take a look. Although the internal examination felt sour and refreshing, I urgently wanted to know if the finger had been opened, and how many fingers had been opened? I went to the nurse with my cell phone and nursing pad , and showed my contraction record to the nurse. The nurse took me for an internal examination and said that it was one and a half fingers open. I was happy and worried at the same time.
In order to speed up my finger opening, I tried to walk quickly and squat deeply. After all, the pain was unbearable and I couldn't walk at all.I leaned on the chair and felt like my body was being hollowed out. With that dead look, I had already opened several fingers in my gut, but I didn't want to have frequent internal examinations. I hesitated through my teeth and told your dad, "Please bear with it a little longer. Just hold on for a while. I'll see the nurse when it's 12 o'clock." Later, after the head nurse examined me, she said that my fetal head was low and my pelvis was large, so the conditions for a natural delivery were very good. She also told my husband with confidence that your wife would give birth today, probably in the afternoon, or at the latest in the evening!
Oh my god, I’m about to give birth. I feel so nervous, excited, and scared! Finally, I got to three fingers, and I can be sent to the delivery room if I meet the conditions. The hospital does not allow family members to accompany the baby. Some people think it is very inhumane, but I think it is good. This is the only way to be a mother, and I don’t want to give myself a reason to be fragile. There was a little incident when I was sent to the delivery room. The hospital asked me to buy hospital gowns and newborn clothes, but unfortunately there was a power outage in the elevator and the hospital supermarket only accepted cash. I also encountered a nurse who was monitoring my fetal heart rate. I had an fetal heart rate monitor strapped to my belly. The contractions became more intensive and the pain became more intense. I remember I was very angry and yelled at my husband.
was finally sent to the delivery room at 2 o'clock in the afternoon. There was only one woman inside who was leaning on a yoga ball, moaning and breathing heavily. The doctor opened four fingers for internal examination. Maybe he thought it was too early to open all the fingers, so he simply used me as a guinea pig. I called two trainee nurses over and taught them how to measure uterine circumference and uterine height. Another nurse brought a document for me to sign. I felt only pain in my head, and I almost felt like I was out of my body. I trembled and said to the doctor, I really want to poop, please hurry up. The doctor asked calmly, do you want to poop when the contractions stop? I squeezed out one word from between my teeth, "Yeah." The doctor took a look at the instrument and found that my contractions were very strong. He said he would give me an internal examination first, and then put on gloves. When the contractions came, he couldn't relieve it by pinching his hands desperately. The doctor put his fingers in there and pressed, except for I felt embarrassed and didn't feel anything anymore... "8 fingers were opened, and I was sent directly to the delivery room!" The nurse immediately came to remove the fetus, helped me put food and drink at the end of the bed, and confiscated my mobile phone. I hurriedly asked the doctor if I could poop. The doctor said, you can poop if you want to, push hard when the contractions come, and rest for a while when the contractions stop.
After entering the delivery room, the nurse helped to lay out the maternity mattress . I climbed onto the delivery frame smoothly. The nurse praised me for being in good condition and moving quickly. Then she taught me to hold the handles with both hands, spread my legs, and put my feet on the pedals. At that time, I was the only pregnant woman in the delivery room. A group of nurses gathered together, chatting and laughing, and no one guided me on what to do. There was only one thought in my mind, to give birth to the child as soon as possible and suffer less pain, so I was very stubborn and worked hard to poop!
In the third trimester of pregnancy, due to the descent of the fetal head, I went to the toilet frequently. Sometimes I could defecate 6 times a day. I had to imagine the feeling of defecating when giving birth. This was considered well-trained. I knew exactly where to exert force. I don’t know if I have fully opened my fingers. My bare legs began to tremble, and I was very afraid that the chain would fall off at the critical moment. I was lying alone on the cold delivery rack in pain. The nurses not far away from me were chatting animatedly. I shouted distractedly, "Doctor, can I poop?" Hearing this, I was so excited that I almost shed tears. The doctor’s encouragement was like a quick-acting heart-saving pill to me!
After exerting force for n times, the doctor punctured my amniotic membrane. As a warm current spurted out, everyone got into position and prepared to deliver my baby.The doctor manually dilated my vagina, and the pain made me grin. "Don't use force, take a deep breath, use long force and use small force. If you listen to us, we won't do a side cut for you!" I thought I heard wrong. Isn't it necessary to pull hard during childbirth? The doctor also asked me not to use force? However, I am a slave to others and I am a slave to fish, so you are right to listen to the doctor! My baby came out so fast that it ended up tearing, and it took half an hour to sew up the cosmetic stitches! Despite the anesthesia, you can still clearly feel the penetration of the needle and thread. You are lying on the small bed next to me, and you are still sneezing coldly. I asked hurriedly, "Why does my child sneeze so much?" "This is normal." The doctor answered. I tried to think of other things to distract my attention. I felt like my nerves were aching from being stimulated by needles and threads. It only took 2 hours from entering the delivery room to giving birth to the baby, which can be regarded as a super fast natural birth. From opening 3 fingers to 10 fingers, the pain caught me off guard and I personally experienced the feeling of being out of my mind.
Women are weak by nature, but mothers are strong. I hope that all mothers who are about to give birth will be safe as well as their babies.
