ushered in its fourth month, I felt much more relaxed and my appetite improved. As time goes by, my belly is getting bigger and my belly is pointed. Others say it is a boy, but I don’t know whether it is true or false. Before 7, I had a test once a month, including regular B-ultrasound, blood, regular , etc.
One day after I visited the supermarket, I suddenly received a call from the hospital on the way home. It turned out that the doctor who gave me a routine examination called me. She said slowly that the platelet index in your blood test results is relatively low, so you should pay attention. I didn't pay much attention at that time, so I went home slowly.
In the 8th month, the hospital required a test every half month. However, what saddened me was that my platelets were getting lower and lower. The doctor told me that if the platelets are low, it would be more dangerous to have a child. Because the main function of platelets is coagulation, and it is time to give birth to a child that will definitely cause bleeding. If there is a dysfunction of the coagulation function, it is very likely that there will be a risk of heavy bleeding in the childbirth. I was scared to death at that time.
So I started the path of platelet replenishment. The doctor prescribed me a platelet replenishing medicine. The doctor said that taking it may only stabilize the platelet reduction, and the chance of increasing platelets may be relatively small. Then, at the doctor's advice, I bought red skin peanut jacket online and soaked in water every day.
platelets were not filled in the end, and they were decreasing every time, and it had dropped to around 60. What’s even more sad is that during routine examinations at 8 and a half months, I was diagnosed with ICP. ICP, also known as cholestasis syndrome, is a unique disease during pregnancy. It is associated with hypertension and hyperglycemia and has become three major dangerous diseases during pregnancy.
The main harm of cholestasis is that bile may enter the placenta through capillaries, thereby preventing the baby from inhaling oxygen , causing the baby to suffocate. So I was naturally detained by the doctor in the hospital, and the reason for my hospitalization was cholestasis and thrombocytopenia. I was so disappointed at that time. Why did this low-probability disease happen to me? There was no way, for the sake of my baby, I had to be hospitalized.
I didn’t expect that this time I was hospitalized and wanted to have a baby. I live alone in the hospital. My family delivers food to me every day, but I don’t ask them to accompany me. Hang salt water every day and do fetal heart monitoring on time. This month in the hospital, I live in hope and despair every day. Hope is the day when the child is born is coming, despair is because my platelets have not risen and my cholestasis has not recovered.
Every time the doctor comes to check the rounds, he said to me that if you persist, you can’t get the indicator up, you can only have full term children. After full term, you will immediately undergo surgery to take out the child. My child cannot be launched on his own and is going to be brought out by artificial surgery. When I heard this news, I cried.
I didn’t expect that at the 37th week of term, my indicators were slightly better. My attending doctor said, depending on your recovery situation, you should stick to it. It is better for the child to stay in his stomach for the time being.
One day in my mother's belly, the child is healthier when he is born. I was so happy to hear this good news. The week passed quickly, and the 38-week test results were indexes or stable conditions for 37 weeks. The doctor told me that I'll wait for another week, and I'll perform surgery on you in 39 weeks. As for the child, I've got more than 6 kilograms now.
But when it was almost 39 weeks, my last test was that my cholestasis was actually qualified. The doctor happily told me that I have the right to choose, I can choose to have a child by myself or a caesarean section.
is born by yourself, because the platelets are low, so you cannot give birth to painlessly. Because when the child starts it himself, the risk factors are relatively large and I am afraid that my indicators will go down again, the doctor suggested that I perform artificial induction of labor and artificial breaking of amniotic fluid.For caesarean section, because the platelets are too low, you need to general anesthesia to not get into the spine. The whole person is unconscious and there is a risk of not being able to wake up. Moreover, the probability of heavy bleeding is relatively high. The hospital will prepare blood for me and transfusions at any time.
Doctor told me the benefits and harms of these two. The doctor said it was easy, but for me, every choice means great pain. For the sake of my child, I chose to give birth to myself.
I started induced labor the next day. When I came to the delivery room and was placed on the bed where I gave birth, the headlight shone on me. I was a little scared. At this time, I wanted to place the cervical balloon, but my cervical canal was too back. The first doctor searched for it for a long time but still couldn't put it in. I used tools such as forceps. I was so painful that I was about to cry, but the doctor still couldn't handle it, so she called my attending doctor, Director Chen.
Director Chen came and made another tossing. He heard that changing the gauze kept hurting. It hurts. My tears came out. Finally, I kept pouring water into the cervix. Finally, I got it done. Because my cervix was a little eroded and there was a lot of blood, the doctor prescribed some anti-inflammatory drugs for me.
just after I put it in, my stomach felt down. My aunt's pain was obvious. The doctor said that it was effective, so I let me come out. I held the wall with one hand and walked out slowly. At night, I felt better, but it was not so painful. I felt up and down, and I didn't sleep well all night.
It was dawn, and around seven o'clock, I had breakfast. A female doctor took me to the delivery room and took out the balloon. When I took it out, I felt a little pain, and then I observed it in the delivery room.
I didn't expect my uterine contractions came so quickly, the lower back pain became more and more obvious, and the contractions and contractions were more and more frequent, and I opened my fingers in less than twenty minutes. The midwife said that I was too fast and I couldn't get the uterine contractions injection. Every time the uterine contractions came, I held it down. It was too painful and I couldn't get the painless . The pain became stronger and stronger. When I opened my five fingers, I started screaming, but I still held it back.
I was pulled into the delivery room for about an hour and started giving birth. It was so painful that I could only see my hair. The fetal position is not correct anymore. Director Chen came into the delivery room and helped me correct the fetal position with his hands. I will never forget the taste in my life. Unfortunately, the baby's fetal heart rate continued to drop. Director Chen was anxious and said he could not give birth and was preparing for the operation.
It hurts so much. The feeling that the child wants to come out makes me worse than death, but I can't exert force. The midwife helps me with salt water and does a skin test. I cried and screamed. Several people couldn't hold it anymore. I only remember that I was sent to the operating room in a burst of crying and screaming. It was not until the moment I was given anesthetic, and I calmed down and stopped the pain.
My baby came out in less than five minutes. It was a boy. At that moment, I could no longer hold back and started crying. Next, the doctor gave me a stitch and it was bleeding profusely. The doctor showed me the baby and took it away, leaving me to continue sewing the needle. After sewing the needle for a while, then returned to the ward.
The anesthetic slowly dissipated, and it was another unforgettable pain. You can't turn over, you can't get up, and the scalpel tip hurts. Especially when the doctors and nurses come to squeeze their stomachs, they are like killing pigs. I guess my screams can be heard in the entire hospital. I endured it for more than three days before the pain gradually subsided. A week later, my child and I were discharged from the hospital.
The pain of having a child will never be forgotten. It is too difficult to have a child. Only by experiencing it yourself can you understand it.
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