I Have 3 sisters and they have number of kids for me to know “different types of births”. I was reading everything to increase my knowledge but then preparing myself for C section(my worst nightmare) so i wont be disheartened at that moment, as if there was need of anything more at That time.
Plan was to have my mom with me in Germany, well i messed it up and she did not get the visa. Messed it up because probably i was busy dealing with shitty previous landlords, looking up for new apartments and giving my exams along with being 8th month Fat pregnant lady. I still think its my fault… Mom could not make it and got an apartment on last day of my previous housing contract (yes it was That dramatic).Moved in, settled down, Hospital was 45 minutes by bus (have to change 2 bus connections to get there) it was all okay.
I started having contractions exactly on my EDD. I thought during first baby everything is late ,well mine was EXACTLY on time. After contractions were 6-7 minutes apart, we decided to go to Hospital as i have to go by bus. I didn’t want the sound of Ambulance in this area, don’t wanna alarm the neighbors do we?
Did not allow my husband to call either of our parents because i thought they were oceans away and will do nothing but worry till i am done, so its better i will call them myself when this ALL is over.Well contractions were for 35 hours to be exact, they were close apart when i was walking but again stretches when i was tired from walking and would lie down. On 2nd Day Doctors said we should go home as it is not proceeding… i told the nurse that i think i am peeing a little out of control…, every time i rush to toilet.She checked and told us it wasn’t pee, but my water bag is ruptured and now they cant allow me to go back as chances of infection to baby can be more then.
They gave me COCKTAIL of oils (don’t get carried away ,it looks yummy but it had a horrible after-taste) 😀 , things sped up then and i had some serious pains for straight two hours. I was writhing in pain and crunching my husbands hands with each and every new one , when i called the nurse and said please give me an epidural now, i dont think i can take it anymore. Feeling can not be described as how they were … Thank God they didnt listen to me and gave me an injection in my lower back ,which helped me to sleep. I was sleeping for little time between every 2 minutes apart contraction. My husband said ‘you turned all red during the pain’ and honestly i dont remember anything except fragments of memory. My husband’s expressions all disturbed while looking at me… He was so tired from past few days he was holding my hand in one hand and phone in other (keeping our group of people who knew about my labor ‘informed’. When i was taking my mom’s name during one contraction…i wanted to cry for her because she went through this for 7 times 😥
Well after another 30 minutes i was prepared to be done with it because i thought it was going to be the end of me 🙂 so i asked my husband to please call the nurses and take me to kreissal. When i was being prepared for checkup, i stopped the midwife and said i think i want to use toilet as i feel like pooping then… She did not listen to me and moved to next step with measurement and announced its not poop ‘the baby is here’. That was like a water bucket thrown at my face and for a second me and my husband looked at each other and we realized ‘bloody hell no wonder that was the peak of that mountain’.
Midwife was really helpful and she motivated me first but when ever i was losing it she provoked me to keep going,i think i even said some harsh words to her too (may be only in my mind) because my husband do not remember me saying anything bad to her …i am so glad. My baby’s head was 37 cm (yes it was that big, so you can imagine the tearing even though i used butter in all recommended forms)… once head was out it was actually all over,little more pain and curled body covered in blood slipped out. While placenta came i felt horrified and ask the nurse if i dropped any of permanent organs and she just said:’no this is fine'(lolz)
Long story short, i was stitched….but some vessels kept leaking blood and i was swollen to a size of water melon may be when they were shifting me to a room.
Team of 3 doctors was there, they told me that they have to open up the stitches again and redo them to avoid bleeding, i said okay do it now because i wanted to start healing asap.
Was opened up then and redid all stitches,was hating that surgeon during that time.
Next day again swelling, more bleeding, opt was booked for my surgery and i was started for 6-9 hours because opt was busy with emergency cases… cant say anything to that right. They strapped me in as if i was patient for electric shots and i was just trying not to freak out. For the first time noticed feeling of watching every passing ceiling light of hospital like in movies and trust me it was not fun. One doctor was telling me about whole body anesthesia that i will be out and as soon as i breathed it in ‘i was out’
Woke up after 2 hours and was taken under supervision of nurses for 5 days with 3 doses of liquid antibiotics via IV everyday. Painkillers 2 strong ones every day like a ritual.and was discharged on day before 25 dec…
New chapter of life started when i realized I am the only one she has got now…