Realizing that he hadn't come to his aunt for a long time, he couldn't help it, bought the test paper, and when he saw the two horizontal bars, he instantly forgot to breathe.
Without any preparation, a new life suddenly arrives. It was panic, excitement, surprise.
I started searching the internet like crazy to see what I needed to look out for when pregnant. The first step in online guidance is to go to the hospital for a check-up to confirm whether you are pregnant.
Together with my lover, I came to the hospital nervously, and when I got the report that it was clinically diagnosed as pregnant, I felt a sense of emotion.
We began to prepare for the arrival of a new life.
The next step is to check for an intrauterine pregnancy or an ectopic pregnancy.
Suddenly, there was a glass heart, and it was always unfounded. While waiting for the examination, I kept touching my belly, I was cranky, and anxiety began to follow.
All the time, I was busy with work and rarely kept track of dates. Ever since I found out I was pregnant, I counted the days on my fingers.
The first B-ultrasound was done, and the first intrauterine pregnancy was born, with a single live fetus, fetal buds were visible, and the heartbeat could be reached.
One body, two heartbeats, the feeling is indescribable.
Looking at the negative ** about the first trimester on the Internet, the whole person will be worried and worried. The feeling of suffering from gains and losses is really tormenting.
The next step is the reversal of pregnancy. Eat and vomit, even if you walk on the street and see a roadside restaurant, you will reflexively vomit. It's also very uncomfortable before going to bed. I often vomit until my stomach is empty and I still can't stop. Until the second trimester, appetite does not necessarily improve.
After doing Nt, I was a little relieved that the data was good, and I was no longer walking on thin ice like in the first trimester. After all, everyone is saying that the first three months are extremely unstable, so you should always be careful not to be careless.
After the second trimester, appetite starts to improve. It may be that you eat more and your weight has skyrocketed. Looking at his out-of-shape figure, he couldn't help but feel a little trance. I'm afraid that makeup will affect my baby, so I rarely even use skin care products. This is a large version of me, my face is no longer as beautiful as before, and the thin waist that I was a little proud of before is long gone. I touched my stomach and smiled in the mirror, what was this for this little life.
My body is getting heavier and heavier day by day, and the arrival of the third trimester makes it difficult for me to sleep at night. I didn't feel good in any position, and the pain in my pelvis and pubic bone made it difficult for me to move.
In order to have a better delivery, I insisted on walking more than 10,000 steps every day. For me, it is not easy to take more than 10,000 steps.
When the fetal size was overestimated in the third trimester, the data on the report estimated that the baby was nearly 7 pounds.
I'm not tall, and this weight is naturally not small. The doctor said that my prenatal examination data were all good, the fetal position was still very positive, and there was no problem with normal delivery. Considering the postpartum recovery, I also chose to have a smooth delivery.
It's just that what makes people anxious is that the baby in the womb is delayed when the time comes.
The fetus is already 7 pounds, and it is not conducive to a smooth birth if it continues like this. I still insisted on more than 10,000 steps every day, followed the Internet to do induced labor exercises, climbed the stairs, and finally found that I was red in the early morning when I got up to go to the toilet.
Then there was no other reaction, and by the afternoon, there were irregular contractions. At this time, the contractions were only slightly painful, and for the sake of reassurance, we rushed to the hospital at 9 o'clock that night.
I hung up the emergency department and checked my uterine opening, which has not yet been opened. There was a constant redness, and I began to be hospitalized. The first time I had an internal examination, I couldn't let go of the pain and shame for a long time.
After all the inspections and formalities were completed, it was almost early in the morning.
After lying down, the contractions started to come, more painful than before, but still irregular.
I looked at my phone, counted the contractions, and the night passed.
The next morning, breakfast was delivered from the hospital. I ate quickly, got the tests done, and walked down the hospital corridor. I still walked more than 10,000 steps. In the evening, the pain intensified, and my clothes were soaked with sweat.
On the third day of hospitalization, I asked the doctor to examine my uterine opening early in the morning, and only then did I open a finger.
It may be that the fetus is in the pelvis, and it is located in the back wall, or it may be related to walking too much, in short, my contractions are not the same as the contractions described by others, my contractions are extremely strong bowel movements, and the pain has reached the point of unbearable. I've been trying to use the Ramazev breathing method, but the pain has made me unable to do it myself.
I asked the doctor if he could let me have a direct section, and the doctor said that all my data was good, and if there were no indicators, it would be difficult to arrange. I was also told that I was the first child, this situation is normal, as long as I endure it, I can enter the delivery room to play ** when I open two and a half fingers.
I strongly felt that if the pain continued like this, my body might not be able to bear it. The doctor seemed to see that I couldn't bear it, and gave me a tranquilizer injection, telling me to rest for two hours and have a little strength to cope with the next thing. After all, it's been the third day of my stay, and I barely slept much.
As soon as the tranquilizer was applied, I started to feel dizzy and immediately fell asleep.
It was only a little over an hour before I woke up in pain again. It was already past two o'clock in the afternoon.
After sleeping and feeling a little better, I took a deep breath and counted minute by minute, thinking about holding back a little longer, waiting for the mouth of the palace to open to three fingers. But it was beyond my ability, and I cried out in pain. I finally got through until four o'clock, and I asked the doctor to check my uterine opening, which was only half a finger.
I was in so much pain that I couldn't breathe, and I lost the strength and courage to roll and roll over.
By six o'clock, I had a deep feeling that I might go into shock.
I broke down and went crazy, and the whole room was filled with my cries.
Seeing this, the doctor on duty said that he should ask his superiors.
After a while, someone came over and gave me another sedation shot. Once again, I fell asleep instantly.
This time, it wasn't even an hour before I woke up. He was awakened by pain. This time, the pain was stronger than all the pain before.
I cried and shouted and begged and yelled for me to dissect me, and my whole body was shaking uncontrollably, and I couldn't speak clearly. My lover was also surrounded by deep fear.
The doctor on duty asked his superiors again and checked the uterine opening, only two fingers, and because my contractions were really painful, I did not relax and breathe deeply, and the inside was already swollen.
I was getting to the point where I couldn't move, I was just shaking.
After a while, a bed pulled over, and I felt someone move me to another bed and push it out quickly. Got in the elevator and got out of the elevator. I did another ultrasound.
I was pulled into the delivery room.
The doctor wanted to give me a ** and told me not to move, because it would be dangerous if the needle was skewed.
I couldn't control myself, I kept shaking, weak, and crying out in pain.
Someone held my head, and my leg, and I felt a needle go into my back. In the past, it was said that the needle was very thick, and the moment it was inserted into the north, it was painful. But this pain at the moment is really insignificant to me.
Gradually, I seemed to fall asleep.
When I woke up, I saw a woman being pulled in, and under the guidance of the doctor, she quickly calmed down. In their conversation, I knew it was her second child. The baby is six pounds and seven, and because it is too fast, there is a tear. The doctor was stitching up her wound and listening to her voice, and she was in good shape. When the doctor finished going to breakfast, I saw her pick up her phone, eat breakfast, and start typing.
It gave me a lot of encouragement, and I think soon I will be able to do the same.
I really didn't have an appetite, so I nibbled on two mouthfuls of steamed buns for breakfast, drank a sip of soy milk, and put things aside.
At this time, a doctor came to check my uterine opening, and it was less than three fingers.
She punctured the amniotic fluid and told me that there was already baby's feces in the amniotic fluid, and that my uterine opening was too slow, and the fetal heart rate was no longer good, and she had to cut it out immediately.
In an instant, I was in despair.
I haven't slept for a few days in a row, I have eaten and vomited, and I have been in pain for so many days, and I finally got through to this point, and my physical strength has been exhausted. At this moment, can I still be fine?
But the situation could not be delayed, and I nodded weakly.
I was pulled out again and taken to another room.
Again anesthetized. I felt clearly that they had cut open my belly, layer after layer, and were then tugging at the little life in my belly. Soon after, I heard the baby's cry. My tears fell instantly.
I finally got through it. I found that I loved this little life more than I could have imagined.