Photo: Getty ImagesThe first birth gave me two things: his beloved son and great pride in himself. To think - in the maternity ward I did without screaming and tried to smile, so that the blood vessels in the eyes do not fall. But it was terrible! The terrible cutting pain created the impression that I was being shredded from the inside. Looking into the absolutely round eyes of her husband - and he was with me at a difficult time, I warned that I could not give birth to a child. Yes, at that moment, I thought so, because attempts last and last, the morning is approaching, but the baby is gone! I still gave birth to a baby, but what happened then ... Tears, seams, torment. I could not sit even after discharge, walked around the wall and fainted under the shower. And yet - the endless cry of a hungry child, brought me to tears all 5 days of life in the hospital. In short, pregnant again, I tried not to remember the bitter experience. Moreover, it is considered that it is easier to give birth to a second time.
Without a husband, I'm a scoundrel, and not a whiner
What I never got to know when I gave birth to my first child,so it is with false contractions. And during my second pregnancy they overtook me twice, and both times I went to the maternity hospital fully confident that I was giving birth. But it was not so! After several hours in the hospital, they sent me home. But when it was time to give birth for real, I had doubts, because my water had not broken. My husband insisted on going to the maternity hospital, he was very afraid that I, like the heroine of a Mexican soap opera, would give birth right in the car. And he was right. After examining me, the doctor said: "Darling, now you are giving birth for real!" The doctor's words sobered me up, adrenaline splashed into my blood from the thought that today I would become a mother for the second time! With a brave step, I headed to the delivery room.
A photo: Getty Images The light, the book, the silence, the washed sheets and the new equipment - all around reminded the events of four years ago. Nostalgia came over me, and I lay down on the sofa, remembering how my son gave birth. But pleasant thoughts were immediately interrupted by a strong fight. Well, everything starts hardcore! As an experienced mother, I started walking around the room from side to side, trying to breathe properly. But this did not help much, the battles intensified. How nevertheless the nature is surprisingly arranged, that the woman completely forgets the infernal pain almost immediately after birth. Now I remembered her! Having given birth to my son, I always wanted to cry. Maybe because there was a husband next to him, and he could at least regret it? This time, my husband was not allowed to enter the family unit because of quarantine, and instead of tears, anger swept over me. When the condition was nearing the presumptive, a doctor came to the ward. After examining me, he said: "There is no disclosure, generic activity, too." And then I was covered - how so? I feel the attempts, the child is about to be born! But the indifferent doctor disappeared in the fog of the corridor, leaving me alone with his pain and despair. I was dragging my feet, I went to the toilet, leaving large drops of blood on the floor ... Fortunately, I did not get to fainting, because I landed successfully on the toilet .
It's good that I know how to push
In these blissful moments I finallyI felt the pain letting up, replaced by a relaxing shiver. I think I even started to fall asleep sitting up, but then a whole group of people in white coats walked into the room – the morning rounds. “Woman, where are you?” I heard a voice behind the door. “Hello everyone, I’m probably pushing.” “Come out and let’s take a look!” “But I can’t get up…” “Well, should we examine you right there?” After these words, I got scared and made my way to the hated delivery table. It was worth it, because as soon as I settled in, I heard: “So the head is already here! You’re going to be a mother now!”
Photo:Getty ImagesGiggling nervously, I informed everyone that I was already a mother and that I knew how to push. How good that this time the pushing was not accompanied by terrible cutting pain, like four years ago! And I was terribly surprised when they suddenly started congratulating me - the first time the process took more than half an hour, and this time I didn’t even have time to collect my thoughts. That’s how I gave birth to our beautiful girl, my charming little baby! She cried in a completely different voice, not like her brother. “What’s her name?” the doctors asked. And I shrugged my shoulders, because in 9 months we still hadn’t decided on this. It was awkward. Now I know how to answer this question: Dasha. Wonderful, sweet Dasha. Was it easier to give birth to the second? For me - yes. I almost missed the moment when our family expanded, and two or three hours after giving birth I could walk calmly and did not need the help of a nurse when taking a shower. And I was discharged on the third day. And I also wanted to evaluate my figure in the mirror, although 4 years ago it never occurred to me even in a week. And here's what I'll tell you, dear girls: it was a mistake! If you think that this time your postpartum belly will miraculously become smaller, then you are very much mistaken. After the second birth, you will have to wait a little or even sweat to become a slender nymph again.
