Childbirth tales: Futura and the birth of her baby

My puppy, 3.370 kg x 50.5 cm of child’s love, arrived without making an appointment, as indeed his mother always does!

Let’s try in November to target a child and…tac! positive test! I was a little upset because I read that it takes on average about a year (I’m just saying that, taken by emotion at the pharmacy, I asked for a contraceptive test instead of a pregnancy test…). Absurd but I didn’t feel very ready despite my age maybe because I thought I had to focus first on attempts than on preparations!!!
Unfortunately after a few days my fertilized egg, the one that had made the appointment instead, slipped away, and the gynecologist told me not to think about it that maybe who knows when it would happen again and not to worry if for some period I hadn’t had normal periods or hadn’t had them at all. I was sadly almost relieved, because finally for the first time in my life I would no longer worry about not getting pregnant or even having to obsessively check if my period was coming.

I start again with aperitifs, small hours a lot of sport and a reckless life. I haven’t really seen my periods again, but on the third cycle, I’m worried about a persistent pain in an ovary and I go to the gynecologist (maybe my tube burst like my friend??) who checks me for a while annoyed by telling me, come on, I told you not to come… now he looks and says: but it’s true… there’s someone here!! It was my puppy who was definitely well attached since I was now in my second month and I had done all sorts of things!
Many congratulations to the pope, who managed to catch two eggs in a row and then via xi remaining 7 sweet and beautiful months of pregnancy with an indescribable sense of expectation and a practically daily amazement for what was happening to my body and my mind , shared day by day with my friends who I love the forum!

14 kg later, at night, I lose a small blood clot, we go to the emergency room to be safe to have me examined and there, after monitoring me all night, they decide on hospitalization because I was a little dilated thanks to my gynecologist who he had prepared me in the previous weeks with the detachment of the membranes.
They hang up the monitoring in my room, but it often stops because first the contacts are disconnected and then even the socket! (my husband…) in short, luckily my daughter didn’t suffer otherwise…no one would have noticed!
The next morning still nothing until midday my gynecologist decides to break the water and oxytocin because he’s a bit like that, who prefers to act immediately. How many times with the girls of the forum we asked ourselves if the leaks we had at times were these famous waters…but damn if they recognize each other, liters and liters of liquid!!!
And then… go… suddenly very strong and frequent contractions, a terrible ailment, and my husband who no longer understood anything and didn’t go to get the bags of clothes that he had incredibly forgotten at home before and in the hospital parking lot afterwards 🙂

That morning it seemed like the whole world had to give birth, a lot of women in labor arrive and poor things don’t even have a bed and are queued in the corridor, at least I was in bed in the prepartum, but they could never get through to the delivery room because they were never free, it always seemed that other women in labor were more urgent than me! I am not writing to you that “ugliness” I shouted …
In the room with me, a very sweet but very tried girl keeps me company because she had just lost twins after so many attempts to have children. She was very sorry to be next to her because I thought she would suffer. She confessed to me that she had been there for more than a day, she heard women arriving with labor pains, running in the corridor, delivery room, desperate screams and then crying as a newborn, many and many times! And she even helped me count the contractions, what a treasure, and what an absurd fate!
Finally, in the early afternoon, they transfer me to the delivery room where, after all the pain, the two anesthesiologists arrive, right at the limit of the dilatation beyond which we could not proceed. I thank them and I thank God, it seems that in his delirium he also told the doctor that he was an angel and the doctor a fairy (!!!). However, standing still when you have such strong contractions to insert the epidural needle seemed impossible to me, and I had a panic attack, complete with cold sweat and tremors (just to make it easier …) luckily my midwife understood and hugged me and started comforting me as the doctors proceeded in order to help me relax.
At that point after the anesthesia two things happen that I never expected.
The first is that the midwife tells me that I was too tired to give birth having not slept all night and therefore she let me take a half-hour nap waiting to check the effects of the anesthesia. When he told me I thought he was a little crazy because I was at least already 7cm! And instead of a godsend, we really needed it!
The second is that when I wake up the doctors come back and she says ok honey, now 6 good pushes and you can hug your baby. I thought he said it to give me courage and instead it was true! By the way girls, don’t buy the story of not giving anesthesia that you don’t feel when you push…it’s a hoax, you feel great when the body contracts because so many muscles are involved while anesthesia only relaxes a small part !
At one point here I hear my head “plink!” and I think, mamma mia was really born :)))) I stop there because I get a little scared, the midwife looks at me and says well? What are you doing, do you think it’s time to stop!!!! The next push I feel as if everything empties and as if many things come out of my body, first something clearly in motion, she, who seems to have dived a bit with a flicker and click of a fish and then some liquid and something else not well defined, as if my belly were unrolling out of me and in fact I literally see it lower, I hear a single “breath” of crying and then the atmosphere is filled with its serene calm, a bit satisfied and relieved.
And here the belly reappears but this time it has Ali’s eyes, which the midwife has placed on top of where she was before.
And these open eyes that have stared at me curious and amazed ever since and leave me there, displaced on that bed with the zoom that suddenly rises towards infinity and makes me very small, a dot there on the bed, in front of the greatness of what I didn’t know that was tenderly and inexorably happening to me at 17:06 on September 1st 2011.
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