Memories of the Birth of a Son, Rybik.

Memories of the birth of a son

I also decided to share my memories of the birth of my first son in 2001. I was only 20 years old at the time, I did not attend preparatory courses and knew about behavior during childbirth only in theory.

This morning I woke up in a puddle and thought it was just a leaky bladder. Then it dawned on me that some kind of liquid had leaked out of me, and I decided to tell the gynecologist about it, whom I was supposed to see that day. I put in a pad, got ready and even went shopping, took a walk - I didn’t even think that it could be broken water.

At the appointment with the gynecologist, I sat in line and finally waited my turn. I told him about what happened in the morning, and they immediately called an ambulance with the words: “That’s it, fish, you’ll go to the maternity hospital!” I was very scared - I didn’t have a mobile phone then, I didn’t know what to do, and I fell into a stupor.

At the maternity hospital they gave me a cleansing enema. While I was sitting on the potty, a nurse came in and started asking me something. I felt terribly awkward.

Then they examined me in a chair. They said that the cervix was not dilated at all. I cried out in pain during the examination, to which I heard in response: “Don’t whine, you won’t have to do this yet.”

So, full of optimism, I went to the delivery room. I won’t describe all the details... I’ll just say that it was the most terrible day of my life.

I had no contractions and was given an IV with a labor stimulant. Strong contractions began, the doctor came and began to open the neck with her fingers - it was very painful, I screamed out loud. After that, I was given epidural anesthesia, I felt warm and good, but the contractions disappeared. I vomited, the catheter fell out, everything was covered in blood... This continued all night.

By the morning, sensors were attached to the stomach and they said that the child’s heartbeat was fading. They put me in a chair, one nurse held my legs, another pulled the child, the third pressed on my stomach... And there it was - a pink, wet and groaning lump lying on my stomach. The first thing I asked was: “Is he alive?”

I remember that day and the subsequent ones very often. Despite the difficult birth, it was the happiest day of my life - I realized this when I came to my senses after the shock.

Now I’m waiting for the birth of my second son and, girls, I’m very afraid that everything could happen again. Although I feel more confident, I’m preparing mentally.