I may really be the one who has forgotten the pain, and I don't remember much about how the day of giving birth came and how much it hurt. My husband told me he didn't want me to experience it again in his life, and he would never forget the scene of that day. He said that my head was in pain and I was digging into the ground, and I wanted to find a slit to drill into. It was also the first time he knew that I could have so much strength that my nails were all buckled into his flesh. He looked at me with pain, discomfort, tears could not help but flow, but he did not dare to let me see. Fear of affecting my state, fear that I will give up the collapse. (My husband insists on accompanying the birth) I will slowly recall the day to everyone, but the pain is not very feeling. My constitution is also low in pain perception.
I was uncomfortable at two o'clock in the morning and always wanted to go to the toilet, I got up to look at the time and felt that it was still early, and I did not disturb my family. I went back and forth to the toilet, my husband felt something was wrong and asked me if I was going to give birth, and I said it was. I also comforted him and asked him to sleep a little longer, until 6 o'clock when the family also got up. I just said let's cook now, I don't seem right, at this time the family panicked, asked me when I started to feel, how I feel now. I said it was good that we could finish eating and go to the hospital not so quickly, so I went to take a shower. (At this time, there is no pain in the stomach, it is tight and uncomfortable, just like the feeling of the great aunt)
At 7 o'clock we went out, it was still raining heavily that day, and the road was not easy. I saw Red in the car. Thanks to the two cars, the scene of not being embarrassed would have to happen. At 8 o'clock to the hospital registration is too late, my husband negotiated with people one by one to let me see the doctor first, everyone also took the initiative to let me see first, and kind people helped me cheer in the clinic so that I don't be afraid? (At this time, the pain intensifies and regularity begins to appear, like a fracture but it is bearable))
When the doctor finished the examination and said that he had prescribed 3 fingers, and let my husband apply for admission as quickly as possible, I was taken to the fetal heart rate monitoring. Then I was put into the ward, and because I forgot to bring the case book, I went back to the clinic to check the case with the doctor. Halfway through the check, it is estimated that the doctor also saw that I was enduring it and asked me if you were in pain? I say it hurts, then you don't say it. I said can you keep me from pain. The doctor smiled and said no, I smiled and said yes, the doctor also praised me. At this time, the uterine opening reached 4 fingers, and the doctor asked us to eat something in the ward first. (The pain escalated again, and I couldn't sit still, always trying to move to relieve it.) I can't eat anymore at this point)
At 2 p.m., he was pushed into the delivery room, and the contractions brought about ten minutes apart, and the pain was also intensifying. This is the delivery room where my husband and I are left, and the doctor will come in after a while to check the uterine opening and so on. When I opened to 5 fingers, I was dead or alive, and the doctor suggested that I sit on a yoga ball to stimulate the opening of the uterine opening, and my husband helped me sit. When I opened to 6 fingers, my husband said it should be the most painful time, and the pain was reduced to 2 minutes to 5 minutes. My husband said it was probably the time when I was in the most pain, and my whole body was shaking, and I wanted to curl up when my head was stuck down. The strength of his hands also increased, and the nails were buckled into his flesh. After another hour the doctor came and went to the delivery bed, my husband was thrown out, and I was even more scared alone. The husband said that the moment he closed the door, he couldn't hold back any longer, and he cried. I didn't make it at first and then I was scared by the doctor and soon gave birth (I must cooperate with the doctor) Because of the long time left, the fetal heart attack doctor called my husband in to sign the list of shoveling forceps, saying that the child would be in danger, the head would be at risk of pinching, facial damage, etc. Hearing this, I didn't know where the strength came from, and I was born under the guidance of a doctor. My husband said that when he asked him to sign, he was scared to death thinking that I was dead, and he didn't know what he signed. (The above is my husband and I recall together)
I think what hurts more than the physical pain is that the husband does not understand that this is what a woman should do. There is also the indifference of the mother-in-law, the indifference of the family, and so on