My nightmare birth, everyone thought - I’m giving birth for the sake of an apartment - Murmansk city portal
I got married right after college. My husband had just become a lieutenant; his assignment was imminent; no one knew exactly where yet. Drunk relatives at the wedding shouted wishes to us for a large number of heirs, but we only smiled modestly, where the Motherland would be sent tomorrow, it was not yet clear...
A week later, having collected our simple belongings and the cat in a carrier, we went to the Trans-Baikal Territory. The town seemed to me, a graduate of a pedagogical university near Moscow, to be one continuous Pripyat with little green men.
Work was found immediately - there was an extreme shortage of teachers in the garrison. My husband started working, I was preparing my office for the new school year, I was promised fifth grade. After work, I tried to decorate our living room in the family dorm.
Upon arrival, it turned out that having a child is a trump card for obtaining official one-room housing. We had a common toilet on the corridor and a shower. All among single officers or people like us. Only new arrivals. Yes, this is not the life I dreamed of...
Thunder struck at the end of August
I painted the windows in the classroom myself. The school provided the paint, but no workers were provided. Well, there's a first time for everything. Suddenly, the smell of paint made my mind cloudy and I was forced to go out into the corridor and lie down on the new benches that were waiting for the start of the school year.
A cleaning lady passing by brought water, complained that I had inhaled paint and advised me to go home.
It didn’t get any easier at home; I was constantly feeling nauseous and wanted to sleep. The next day it didn’t get any easier, but on the second day I went to the medical director. A crowd of conscripts let me through, the chief of medicine listened carefully and snapped: “Did you take the test?” Weakly believing that this could be pregnancy, I trudged to the only pharmacy in the town.
Behind the counter, looking like something from the 90s, the girl was bored. “Are you new?” - she was happy to see me. “Yes, I am the wife of Lieutenant Solovyov. One test please! — I was wildly uncomfortable, I felt like a teenager, and not a 23-year-old teacher. She brought me a bright box and smiled cheerfully: “Good luck!” Then they’ll give you an apartment right away!”
The test came back positive. I was shaking. Fear coupled with disappointment. Why now? When did you have time? I could barely wait for Monday and ran to the medical director.
She also listened to me without emotion, took my blood pressure and said: “We don’t have a gynecologist. You will go to the city. There you decide what to do. Yes, everyone goes through the dorm, life there is not easy. But cool, why did you take it? My son should have come to you. Now what?”
I fell out of her on weak legs. Why does everyone think that this is for the sake of the apartment? Yes, my husband doesn’t crawl out of the fields, I don’t really see him, what kind of intimate life is there!
The gynecologist confirmed everything
Uterine pregnancy, 5 weeks. This means when we were waiting for the container and sleeping on an air mattress, which was inflated every night. We reveled in the romance of family life. I didn’t hide it from my husband.
He came back from the fields, blackened from the sun, poured him some borscht (damn it, the sight of meat made him vomit a dozen times!), ate it and blurted it out. About everything. Shared toilet, ensign always drunk, pregnancy. But he was delighted and forbade even thinking about abortion. He said that he would sort things out at school himself.
I really shouldn't start working. I resisted as best I could. I graduated with honors and won’t even have maternity leave! Well, where have you seen this?
A few days later I ended up in the outpatient clinic. Then I was transported to the hospital. Severe toxicosis, threat of miscarriage... It was scary. I didn’t think about a child then. Even when they did an ultrasound and I saw the heart, there was no warmth. Anger and disappointment. This is how you study for 5 years, you dream of taking a class teacher, teaching electives, only to have all your plans go down the drain.
Military doctors are uncouth louts. Yesterday I heard people shouting at a woman in labor. The maternity ward is right there in the next wing . First the screams of women are heard, then of babies. So defenseless, like meowing. I'm scared…
My husband rarely comes. One day off per week. He says that all the young people are overworked. Mom calls every day a dozen times. He says that pregnancy is not a disease. Why then do they constantly drip on me and make me fall apart?
If only I could give birth, at least grass wouldn’t grow there. I've been here for a month now. But the toxicosis did not recede. The doctor reassures that his wife had a third pregnancy, and he himself could not help her. God, people even give birth to third children...
I feel sorry for myself. I'm disgusted with myself. My husband comes and rubs my belly. Annoys. The circulation of neighbors in the ward. Everyone is counting the weeks. Everyone is just talking about what size fruit the baby is. I wonder more and more often if I made a mistake in what I told my husband. Maybe, come on, we should have been quiet and lived as we lived?
At 30 weeks I was allowed to go home. At first I was not allowed to move, but now I don’t want to. Mom has arrived.
We don’t have a car, and we don’t have any plans to buy one because we have a baby, so she bought baby clothes to suit her taste. We will have a son. The husband was wild. The heir.
Heir to what? Rooms in a dorm?... According to a certificate from the hospital, we were put on expansion, and that’s all we have a waiting list for several years ahead.
Childbirth
Childbirth took me suddenly, at 33 weeks. The day before I had a fight with my mother. Everyone wants some action from me, but I don’t want anything. It was wet in my sleep and I, grumbling, trudged to the common toilet, deciding that I had peed myself during the night. And then there was a “splash” again.
My legs began to shake from surprise. She quickly ran to the guest room on the first floor to wake up her mother, then pushed her husband, who did not understand anything, away. And then blood gushed out! I remember what happened next as if through cotton wool.
As in some military UAZ they drove me over potholes, my husband sat with white lips and stroked my head, my mother wailed something in the front seat, I felt sick.
I was only thinking about whether I was dying, and if I was dying, then where was the white corridor? When they stopped me at the hospital, I still vomited. The stretcher was already ready, my husband remained in the corridor, hugging his sobbing mother, but I didn’t care anymore. The pain attacked, sometimes it hurt to breathe, everything inside my stomach was breaking. A masked man leaned over my face. Sleep!
A few days later I was digesting the nightmare that had happened. A miracle saved me and the baby. The waters broke, followed by placental abruption. The minutes counted down. My husband asked the commander to take me to the hospital; I simply wouldn’t wait for an ambulance.
When they took me away, the stern doctor only blurted out to my family, “Pray!” and they did not know what outcome to expect. I lost a lot of blood. The first day they gave me a transfusion, my temperature rose and I was almost unconscious.
Senechka (that’s what we named our son) was born weighing 2100 g, he didn’t cry right away, but after the measures taken by neonatologists, everything happened. I saw him on the fifth day.
It was difficult to walk; during an emergency caesarean section, a vertical suture was made. It drags, it is impossible to stand up, sit down , all the usual actions that were difficult during pregnancy are now simply impossible. But these are all minor things. He appeared - our son.
When I saw my boy in the incubator, only in wires, I could not hold back my sobs. Small, wrinkled, defenseless.
What a fool I was that I thought only about myself, and didn’t think at all about what you were experiencing at those moments! I will always be with you now, my dear, there is nothing more expensive than your life and health, because I am your mother.
My husband came on the third day. I was already transferred to a ward. He called and asked to come to the window. From the second floor I could see tears in my eyes, I was waving a huge bouquet and shouting “Thank you for my son!” The nanny brought this bouquet. I couldn’t even take it, I was so weak after what happened. It was then that the realization began to dawn on what I had almost done.
We were discharged only a month later. Unfortunately, we had to go to the regional hospital, the department for premature babies, but this is all nothing compared to what we were on the verge of.
My parents and mother-in-law met us. A cozy room with a cradle, a stroller in the hallway and a bunch of dowry were already waiting at home. Yes, they haven’t given us an apartment yet, as everyone around me promised. But the main thing is that when the husband comes home from work, he runs rather to this snuffling happiness that smells of sweet milk. And I thank God every day and wish many years to come to the doctors who saved Senechka and I’s lives!
Anastasia Drabkina (drabkina)
Source: https://cod51.ru/interesnoe/moi-koshmarnye-rody-vse-dumali-rozhayu-radi-kvartiry.html
Sasha Savelyeva
The ex-manufacturer denied imminent motherhood throughout the 9 months of her pregnancy. Only when her son with the unusual name Leon was born and grew stronger, Sasha stopped keeping secrets and shared the details of the birth, which almost destroyed both mother and child.
Sasha Savelyeva became a mother for the first time this year. Photo: official page on Instagram
In the last weeks of pregnancy, Savelyeva’s blood pressure jumped. The condition was approaching critical, the doctors’ manipulations were unsuccessful - the star was getting worse, and there was a threat to life. More precisely, two lives. To save the artist and the not yet full-term baby boy, doctors called for an emergency birth. Fortunately for the singer and her family, there are no complaints now - Leon is developing quickly and has an excellent appetite.
HOW IT WAS IT OR A NIGHTMARE CHILDREN...
“Then I went to do an ultrasound when I was already 20 weeks old, and the uncle doctor joyfully shouted: “Penis!” Penis!" Everything went cold inside me, and I said: “Why, they just told me that there will be a girl, and you see a penis!” He says: “A very interesting case. Come see me in a week"
“But they still pierced my bladder. They deceived me. They said: “Don’t worry, we won’t pierce anything for you,” because I said in advance: “I don’t need to pierce anything” <...> And they simply deceived me. The doctor said: “You see my hands - I have nothing. I'll just take a look." And so she pierced me. I realized, and my tears began to flow simply from some kind of indignation, from some kind of weakness, that I couldn’t do anything. They simply deceived me. It just finished me off"
“She came and told me menacingly: “That’s it, remember - you can’t cross the road at a red light now - you have a child, always wait for the green light, otherwise he will be left without a mother.”
“And there they always said: “Woman, stop screaming - you’re interfering with work...
“There was a woman in labor lying there, and she was screaming a lot. And on the chairs lay the midwife, covered with a padded jacket - her face was covered with a scarf, the table lamp was covered with a newspaper - and, snoring, she periodically said: - “Don’t scream, don’t scream - you’ll break all over!” It was such a horror"
“They stripped me and tried to shave me by force. Then the aunt who wanted to do this said that she wouldn’t deliver to me at all in that case.”
“How to sleep with your husband - it doesn’t hurt, but how to give birth - it hurts so much!”; They swore like, “Don’t yell, don’t blather, don’t swear...” In general, they treated me somehow.”
“She started tugging on these catheters there, and it hurt me. I said something like “oh!” And she tells me: “So! What’s oh and what’s not?” Then I, plucking up civil courage, said: “Don’t yell at me!”
“At first this unpleasant man yelled at me and said: “What is it, why didn’t you tell the doctors that your water broke?!” I say: “How do I know? I’m giving birth for the first time, hello. You are the doctors - you are the ones watching.”
“There was a young trainee in the hall. She was instructed to put me on an IV, but she couldn’t cope for a long time and ruined my vein. She felt ashamed and sorry for me, and she didn’t leave my side for a second, consoled me, stroked my hand, held my leg. The midwife scolded her and periodically chased her around. Indeed, Olya did not do what she should have: she did not go to the maternity ward, did not cut the umbilical cord, did not deliver the children (for the first time she entered the maternity room with me). But they scolded her not only and not so much for this. They said: “Get away from her. She has to do it herself. This is her child."
“The midwife said: “Oh, bad mother - she strangled the child!” This, of course, made a terrible impression on me, I felt like a terrible criminal."
“They also said: “Just think, what kind of Estonian woman was found - we had one American woman who gave birth, and nothing!”
“I went to the toilet and some blood leaked out onto the floor in the hallway. A few minutes later, an indignant nanny, a young girl, began to burst into the toilet, and in a rude commanding tone she ordered me to take a cloth and wipe everything off.”
“I felt so bad that I couldn’t, of course, control myself and vomit where I needed to. Then my sister came, winced and said: “I don’t like this!” And I’m so pitiful: “When I’m a little better now, I’ll take it away...”
“One story struck me. My neighbor got her toilet dirty after an enema. The midwife scolded her and forced her to wash everything, although Lena’s contractions were very strong and she gave birth within half an hour. This midwife was usually a very sweet and friendly girl.”
“When I gave birth to Alyosha, I was a little out of my mind, and when they show who was born - and I still don’t have glasses - I said: “It’s a girl!”, with such hope. Here a paramedic or a midwife shouted in a deep voice: “Look carefully! Where is the girl? - and shoved this causal place right in my face.”
“The ransom for the child was given to the nurse. I sat downstairs for quite a long time, watching how everyone shoved at this nurse. Every time she refused, like the first time: oh, oh, no need, what are you, all that - and go into your pocket. My husband then tells me: we shouldn’t have given her the money - we embarrassed her! And I say: my dear! There was so much in that pocket that day!” “It is known that money is usually given (a certain symbolic amount for a boy, a smaller amount for a girl), flowers, sweets, cognac, champagne. They paid a ransom for the child - a bottle of champagne and 25 thousand, or something - I don’t even know.”
“My midwife was very strict, I think that maybe it was necessary, because if they started babying, it would only get worse. And she was tough with me, and that’s why I pulled myself together, I knew that I had nowhere to go.”
“A punishment such as refusal to deliver a child is often mentioned: And some of us were forced to lie down. And when one girl refused to lie down, the midwife said: “Well then, I won’t take anything from you at all!” Climb onto the chair yourself and give birth yourself!”
Pregnancy and childbirth are not scary!
My daughter was born on March 26, 2003 at the Obstetrics and Gynecology Clinic named after.
Sechenov. But first things first. I became pregnant as soon as I wanted, contrary to the predictions of various doctors who, citing my weight (95 kg with a height of 170), argued that first I needed to lose weight and drink hormones. Otherwise, they say, you won’t get pregnant, and if you do suddenly, you won’t be able to bear it. The doctors were sent far and wide (for the first and far from the last time during the pregnancy). A wonderful time has begun. August, fruits, weather... There was no trace of toxicosis. Just a huge desire to eat everything sweet in this world :). I ate too much on sweets and... lost weight. During the first three months of pregnancy - up to 78 kg. The doctor at the antenatal clinic is horrified. Attempts to put me on a diet were unsuccessful. I can only say one thing about the LC doctor - he is unprofessional. Although the woman is pleasant to talk to. Seeing me for the first time (we were 6 weeks old at the time), she immediately prescribed a hormonal drug in a “therapeutic dose” due to the fact that I have hair on my legs and (naturally, in her opinion) a large amount of male hormones, due to which the pregnancy will certainly (!) die out. By the way, they never sent me for hormonal tests. Then there followed a prescription for another drug, the indications for which were threatening miscarriage, a whole page of contraindications, then another and another. I brought the recipes home and put them in a drawer :). I didn’t take anything other than vitamins. The belly grew and kicked :), hit the face of the cat, who loved to sleep around the belly, with all his might, and calmed down under the hands of the folder. I gained 200 a week, worked, felt great and didn’t allow myself to be bullied. At the ultrasound, my husband and I found out that it was going to be a girl. Since we were going to give birth together, we chose 10 maternity hospitals from among the maternity hospitals and were even planning to sign a contract when they recommended a doctor to us in Sechenovka. Oleg Alexandrovich Ostroumov. After the first meeting, the question that had been tormenting me for many months was WHERE TO GIVE BIRTH, and disappeared. He turned out to be a Doctor with a capital letter. I looked at my exchange with a bunch of terrifying diagnoses (now only anemia (this despite the fact that during the entire pregnancy my hemoglobin dropped to 108 once (!)) I remember, and all these homonal disorders, and even a very large fetus (born 3670)), he asked me if I was smart enough not to treat all this, he told me not to care about everything and to come to him once a week for an examination. It was 36 weeks. After another three weeks, Oleg Aleksandrovich warned that the birth would most likely occur on the weekend and ordered to come to him on Wednesday. That’s what we did, expecting to leave for work after the inspection, because both my husband and I had urgent matters. However, having begun the examination on the chair, Oleg Aleksandrovich stated that, in fact, I was “in labor,” and that there was already a decent dilatation. And he feels his stomach turn to stone during contractions. I didn't feel anything. Let's go for a CTG. The contractions are weak, everything is OK with the fetus. I ask if I have time to go to work for a couple of hours (well, I really needed to). Since we have our things with us, our husband is nearby :), it’s about 20 minutes by car to work, they let us go. It was 12 noon. By three o'clock we returned safely. My stomach started to ache a little. Since I didn’t sign a contract, we went to the reception to register. This funny process (several pregnant women sitting (some with their husbands, some with their mother) telling stories) lasted until six in the evening. I still didn’t feel any contractions, my stomach was slightly stretched. Finally, having answered all imaginable and inconceivable questions, my husband and I went to the prenatal clinic. There, midwife Nina (thank you very much to her) quickly shaved me and gave me an enema, I changed into a local shirt and lay down. They connected the monitor, connected me to a drip with saline solution (or something else, but not a stimulant, I asked about that later :)) . The dilation was already large, Oleg Alexandrovich punctured the bladder and I finally felt contractions. It was a little after seven in the evening. And then everything went quickly. I can’t say that the contractions were unbearable or very painful. Maybe at the end, but then they gave me a pain-relieving injection of promedol (by the way, it didn’t make me want to sleep, but the contractions became even more tolerable). My husband helped a lot. At first he entertained me, and as the pain grew, he held my hand and massaged my back. And he supported me morally. HE WAS JUST NEAR. This was very important for me. Finally, Oleg Aleksandrovich announced that the dilation was complete, I tried to push, after which I went to the maternity ward (my husband was not allowed there). I don’t remember how many attempts I gave birth. The most vivid feeling was how the doctor came up to me and, while pushing, simply folded me in half :). And then I realized that was it and that I would now fall asleep :). They showed me my baby, first right away, asking: “Well, who?”, then she was already washed and swaddled. They offered to take her in my arms, but I refused because I was terribly afraid of dropping her :). It was 21.35 on the clock. Then the placenta did not come off and they put me to sleep :). I woke up in the corridor with a terrible feeling of hunger. My husband was nearby. We called my parents, he took me to the room, the midwife brought some kind of bun, I immediately ate it and fell asleep. Two hours later (it was night) I got up and went to wander around the department in search of a toilet. And the next morning they brought me my daughter. Meet. But that's a completely different story. I really want to thank my doctor Oleg Aleksandrovich Ostroumov and midwife Nina, as well as the rest of the team that delivered me (unfortunately, I didn’t remember the rest). For a healthy daughter (8/9 Apgar), for childbirth without tears and incisions, for attentive attitude and golden hands. I would also like to say to those who are yet to give birth: Firstly, pregnancy and childbirth are not scary. Childbirth is not that painful, and the result exceeds all expectations. Moreover, giving birth itself does not hurt at all. It's hard, yes, but it doesn't hurt. And during contractions, the main thing is to breathe correctly and not be left alone. Secondly, if you have the opportunity to give birth with your husband, give birth together! Dad’s support is needed very, very badly, but he won’t see anything particularly terrible there. And relationships after childbirth only become closer and closer. And the fact that the husband will be among the first to see the child helps him cope with the stress :) that accompanies the appearance of a new family member. Thirdly, the recovery period after childbirth may well take a day or two. In any case, in the evening on the first day I was already walking around the ward with all my might, on the second I was mentally ready to give birth again :), and on the third I was ready to go home. And fourthly, staying in a room with a child is not always good. He sleeps all the time (when he doesn’t eat), but at the same time he cannot sleep the whole night, and his mother needs rest and, most importantly, sleep. Before giving birth, I doubted for a long time which was better - two inexperienced parents in the room or an experienced nurse and communication with children six times a day (by the way, my baby eats every three to three and a half hours and sleeps peacefully between feedings, I didn’t set a schedule, she I installed it myself). Now I can say that from my point of view, this is more correct. Kuzya, mother of little Kuzka nbrs(*)pandora.ru 04/18/2003
