I can't find a local record, just record it here, as my preservation.
In fact, I have always wanted to record my own birth experience, so that when I want to have a second child in the future, I will take it out to see and dissuade myself, helpless lazy cancer in the advanced stage, the child is almost three months old, and I made up my mind to write.
Everything went well during pregnancy, now think about it, it was really the happiest time, at that time I thought it would be good to have a baby, in fact, this is the same as "just wait for the college entrance examination", it is all a lie.
My due date was February 10th, and I started to take leave at 36w of pregnancy, and suddenly found brown discharge on the day of 37w+6, thinking that I was about to give birth, and went to the obstetric doctor to say that I was about to give birth, and I was issued a hospital certificate and could be admitted at any time.
Dudu's father (still at work) and mother-in-law came for a few days and still did not move, only the occasional dull pain in the stomach, so I had to let them go back first, and I continued to wait.
At three o'clock in the middle of the night on 38w+5, I suddenly woke up with a stomachache, got up to go to the toilet and found that I was red, and I felt that I was really going to give birth, and my mother also got up when I heard the movement, and after discussion, I decided to go to the hospital at dawn, after all, it will not be fast from seeing red to living.
Lying on the bed, my stomach continued to hurt, similar to the pain of my aunt, I downloaded a contraction recorder to record the duration and interval of contractions, sleep is not able to sleep, wait until five or six o'clock to call Dudu's father said that it is estimated that this time is really going to give birth, come over, he is very calm and said yes.
After eight o'clock, my father and mother-in-law came over, and after eating something, we rushed to the hospital, fortunately, everything was prepared in advance.
After completing the hospitalization procedures, the attending doctor prescribed some examinations, asked about the situation, and arranged the ward.
During the period, I also did the first internal examination and pelvic examination to see if it was suitable for normal delivery, and the pelvic examination turned out to be a finger inserted into the anus, gee, the sourness is really unforgettable, and the internal examination of the uterus is not open at all.
By about 6 p.m., the pain began to gradually intensify, more frequent, but acceptable.
By eight or nine o'clock at night, the pain was stronger, an average of 2 or 3 minutes of pain, each time about 1 minute, I was already sitting up, I could only walk back and forth while using Ramazer breathing to divert attention, during which I had to keep internal examination, but it was really drizzle compared to the pain of uterine contractions, and the uterine mouth did not even open a finger, which could only be regarded as a tolerant finger.
My dad and I kept walking back and forth in the hospital corridor, hoping to speed up the opening of the fingers, and the three fingers would be painless, which was the only motivation that supported me to persevere; The second is that only by walking around can I not focus on the pain, and at the same time, Dudu Dad helps me record the contractions.
I vividly remember that at one point it hurt me to my knees, so much so that I kept telling my dad that I didn't want to give birth and I didn't want to give birth, even though I knew in my heart that it was impossible.
It's like someone hitting your stomach and the sides of your pelvis with a big hammer non-stop, it's like being stuck in a sea of pain, boundless, not knowing when you will be able to drift to the shore.
By 2 o'clock in the middle of the night, the internal examination opened 1 finger, and I finally entered the delivery room, which was very large, I was alone, and my family could not enter.
Coincidentally, the midwife who examined me turned out to be the same name as me, which is fate!
The midwife tied an instrument to my stomach to monitor the contractions, which was even worse, I couldn't walk, I couldn't change positions, I could only lie flat on the bed and silently feel the contractions, it hurt so much, I don't know how I survived those hours quietly.
The midwife said that my contractions were fine, as long as the anesthesiologist could play painless as soon as he went to work, that is, he could play painless at six o'clock. So I kept looking at the watch on the wall, counting the time, and six o'clock was my hope.
During the period, a pregnant woman came, screaming in pain, originally like me, she wanted to fight painlessly, but she really couldn't bear it, asked for that kind of electrode, but the result was still a painful call, fortunately I didn't choose the kind, the midwife impatiently asked her not to call.
After a while, as soon as I checked that her uterus was fully open, I went into the delivery room, and I later learned that she was induced labor, and the child in her belly had died, but she still had to go through a normal labor to give birth to the baby, which was really embarrassing to think about.
I finally stayed up until six, but what about my painlessness?
At seven o'clock, another woman came in one after another, and a few more midwives came, and after the internal examination, they said that I had only opened two fingers now, and the contractions were not very good, and if I put on painless now, it may lead to prolonged labor, so let me hold on a little longer.
Can you listen to this! Want to cry without tears, well, hold on.
At this time, I was already in pain, and my whole body was a little confused, irritable, and close to collapse, and I had been trying not to scream.
By eight o'clock, my attending doctor came, and after the internal examination, I continued to insist on opening three fingers, I no longer had the strength to think, I said doctor, I beg you, give me painless, I really can't stand it.
The doctor explained it to me again, but by then I couldn't seem to hear her anymore.
Finally, at nine o'clock, Miyaguchi barely opened to three fingers, and I was going to hit painlessly! With hope, it doesn't seem to hurt so much.
When I arrived at the delivery room, the anesthesiologist came at half past nine, and I curled up like a shrimp, and the anesthesiologist inserted a needle in my back, connected to the instrument, and told me that if I still felt pain, I could increase the anesthesia dose myself.
Finally it doesn't hurt, the dawn of victory! The midwife learned that I had not slept all night and told me to get a good night's sleep and recuperate. When I woke up around 10:40, I felt much more relaxed, and the internal check was seven fingers open, and the water was broken.
The midwife asked me to call my dad to bring something to eat, and I was strong enough to eat something, and said that I was strong and rational. After eating, I felt full of fighting spirit and was about to go to battle, haha.
I forgot what time the uterus is fully open, I am going to officially start giving birth, the cervix is thin but harder than the price, fortunately, the fetal head is very low.
The midwife told me to lie with my legs bent and apart, with my hands around my knees, and when contractions came, I would squiop like poop. Very good, I peed as soon as I tried hard, and the midwife said that I peed so much, and I couldn't care about being shy at that time.
This posture was already tired, and after a few efforts, the midwife said that I could already see the baby's hair, but I had no strength.
I tried hard a few more times, but I didn't get it right, and the cervical laceration began to bleed, so I didn't need to make a lateral cut, but the midwife was worried that the amount of bleeding was too large, so I could only make a side cut and give birth quickly so that I could stitch it.
When I make a side cut at the same time as I push hard, the child's head comes out, and if I push a little harder, the child's whole body comes out.
At 11:46 p.m. on February 2, my little cutie was born, a girl, 7 pounds, 52cm in length.
The midwife made me kiss, well... The face was very cold, and then I put her on the small bed next to me and began to stitch me up, during which I was worried that the anesthetic would fail, but fortunately it didn't, and I felt that I had been stitching for a long time. In the process, I felt as if I had pulled some out, which was really faceless.
Now that I think about it, I feel that my face has a fever, and I really don't want to experience such an experience again, and I feel that my heart is not strong enough and I am afraid that I will go crazy.