will be perhaps the fact that my experience to make it unique, but what I'm going to tell you here in a few lines, too few to give an idea, make it the most beautiful and memorable experience my life. I think every woman should know that I am right, in fact, only women, or husbands who attended, or the staff! so I apologize if this may sound obvious.
I know that getting to 38 weeks would have already achieved a great milestone, the delivery is considered completed as early as the 37th, but I can not wait. Hurry to see him, know him, change his diaper, screaming to hear the first cry, like a script. So I'm going to last
control the gynecologist who first sees me tired, stove, rather impatiently.
So get down to it, tells me: "You know, if you're ready the next time (few weeks) we groped a maneuver - also known as dissection of the membrane - to see if we can trick you into labor."
I say: " Absolutely, in fact I do a little 'the beautiful!
In short I find myself next week, "laid off" and my house. There are about seven in the evening.
cook dinner, cazzeggiano on facebook, the story about me with my husband and I go to bed.
sleep. That is, little sleep and worse, they are excited, but maybe there is hope. I think I'm expecting on July 5. Oh, by the way, we are at June 23, full moon!
Yes, I have documented, it seems that during the full moon will infest the maternity wards of women and little children screaming whale-panting, just as eager to be born.
Quit!
Already, the word is just that, and only later I understood its meaning.
I wake up with some pains and insipid little "interesting." I remember the origin - as we call in our jargon future mothers - told me moving, fretting. So I go all'Esselunga of Monte Rosa, I load each delicacy, so much so, I think, now advancing the pounds! And when I get home I'll bring up the stairs.
eat veal with tuna sauce, delicate ... ricazzeggio on facebook and I note that my friend Antonia (dpp first two weeks) has already given birth.
"Blessed!"
the afternoon and I lose the cap (do not go into detail), so I annc on the couch.
I wake up just because it's hot, A, and because of some other pains, B, but less insipidino. The three split
gut feel, the feeling is that the lower part of belly, more back, that does not skimp.
Egocentric, your back!
What the hell, I think.
I go into the kitchen, I go back to your computer, call a couple of friends.
Then I call my husband and say, "Look, I know it's not coming tomorrow."
OBVIOUSLY do not believe me and think I'm exaggerating.
Evabbè!
arrive after five and begin to take the time contractions every 10 / 8 minutes.
I'm not dreaming. Here we are.
But I'm not yet convinced. Call the origin (psychology)!
"You do not have a voice that is going into labor."
But then, we agree that if it persists, thick with a distance of 5 minutes for another hour at least, it is better that I go to the buzz, and with a lot of DJ-Case. What
for the record is already next to the dresser of my room from time immemorial.
Back home her husband, joke, pull a couple of accidents but only during contractions and prepare, that is, prepare dinner, and I also want to take your dog out.
Exaggerate!
At 7:45 I say, "Listen, or take me to the hospital or call the exorcist!" Let
hospital.
make me wait half an hour.
Meanwhile I still squirms a bit '.
Eventually I visit, dilatation 2 cm, and I admitted. Maya?
pity that passes at least one hour between the completion of various forms and entry into the delivery room / labor!
Meanwhile, my stomach, or belly, or womb, who knows, cries out for vengeance. And back we joined forces. That bitch!
We lose a bit 'of time on the issue and address on the donation of the cord to the stem.
What, then, I is not no good, due to travel to South Africa in 2008. Mah! The delivery room is not
is just what you expect, colorful, warm, cool. An ordinary room, in fact. So much so that I do change, put the suitcase in the closet, and I make time to drain a quart of iced tea and half the fish (bad idea, I understand in the post anesthesia!). Parlucchio a bit 'on the phone with her friends, and to tell my mother aspect. To avoid messing fall there.
pass the obstetrician, gynecologist, the practitioner, the anesthesiologist (GREAT INVENTION an epidural). All they give me a peek there.
The husband comes home, meanwhile, closes all the dog out the door and returns to the hospital.
now and again next to me. Not really close, but enough to make me laugh. Do not think.
seee, you should not think! I say they are not yet sufficiently dilated.
the face, "there" we are now three cm, with spasms that I was turning, gut, almost not breathing, but I should, and yet tell whether the midwife and the practitioner.
I attach to the monitor and feel the heartbeat of the baby. It looks like a crazy horse.
Maybe he wants him more than me, see me.
contractions and a half minutes to come to each other, shit I did not even have time to recover. And the doctor says I have to wait.
It comes a very strong I get up and sternum pain, then goes and I start laughing like an idiot.
"You're crazy," says the husband.
be true, but he is not ready to uscirgli watermelon ... ear, so to speak.
Then the angel, the messiah will be blasphemous, I'm sorry, but I saw it: Anesthesia!
And go for the epidural!
That's not really nice, because you stick a needle do not know how long in the back and hear from a shock that you get the checcavolo're doing to do.
But then you see. contractions stop.
remains the heart you Pony, the loving gaze of those around you, the beauty of the full moon night of sultry jazz and music that comes along from the Cube.
people out having fun, do not know, has his life. Who thinks of a girl who has just fired, who can not tell you that your vacation.
And you're there to watch the clock, aware that in a few hours of your life will change forever.
may know love, finally.
him, the horse!
Then I block in the sense that I did not dilate more and after two hours are still stuck three!
the midwife arrived and, besides practicing yet the maneuver described above (which is not very nice), I broke the water in a mechanical way and eventually I plant there.
Pregnancy is all waiting. At three
exact anesthesia greets me, and I realize more than good ... back in touch with the pain.
"Excuse me, but it is normal to feel that the contractions?" I ask.
"No dear, not you feel the contractions, the baby will be born here. Soon you will know your Andrew. Six to 10 cm, I can already see the head!"
That, for the record, "It's not a head, but a tupe," he says the midwife.
The little guy is full of hair. Good for him!
And then, down to 3.42, if what I think hell is being in labor, I find the active phase of labor: 3 drives, 3, for every push, an hour of work!
that in comparison the New York marathon is nothing!
check out the top tupe. And I cry. Not for the motion, of course!
I live up to the last three years of yoga, running competitions, biofeedback to eject my new life.
How odd, to start I have to conclude ... In fact, it is always like that, everything is part of a cycle. Then he
, wet, filthy and full of soft gommosiccia placenta, so sweet and yet so fragile. The eyes still closed, fear written on his face.
But ultimately I find it strong, given the way you do to fall in my arms. Tired!
Yet so eager for him, his infinitely, otherwise impossible to describe.
Infinitely her!
the cube through the music fades, the night is the end, people exhausted every topic.
For me it's day. The day.
look at the sky through the open window and I see a cloud, only a few small star and a light that presages the dawn.
E 'on me, my little angel. against me, so helpless, innocent, if he shakes a finger and drags him into her mouth.
Here it is, and if this is not the love of life I did not understand anything ...
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