How painful is it to have a baby?

the real arrival of that day is on July 4, but we have been waiting for it since June 29, because on the 29th, I saw red.

in the beginning, I was not sure that this light pink was "see red". After consulting Baidu, Google, maternity books, and girlfriends, I concluded that "seeing red" is only a precursor to starting production, and some people don't give birth until a week after seeing red, so don't be too anxious.

call the hospital, and the doctor says it will not be accepted by the hospital until labor pains and broken water. so we continued to wait anxiously.

I have flipped through all kinds of materials on hand, memorizing breathing, analgesic methods, and various matters needing attention during delivery.

there was no movement on the 30th, no movement on the 1st, and I gave my husband a haircut on the 2nd and pushed his hair short. At noon on the 3rd, I felt a little different-- as if the water had broken? But the "amount of water" is too small to be sure. My husband and mother were a little numb by my "wolf" and suggested that I observe and observe again. After an hour or two, when I stood up, I felt a rush of heat. I firmly declared: "the water is broken!"

my husband hesitantly called the taxi company to book a taxi. "the hospital will definitely not accept you, so you might as well not bring the waiting bag," he said. " After booking the car, he called his mother-in-law far away in China. Mother-in-law instructed: "if you break the water, you must not go home from the hospital." So we packed up, called the hospital emergency department, and waited for a taxi.

on the 3rd, it was Sunday, and the deep-rooted concept of rest days among foreigners gave us the experience of being stood up by a taxi company for the first time after waiting for two hours, the hospital called and urged it, but the taxi was nowhere to be seen!

this season is in a hurry! I can't drive myself to the hospital to give birth like Ang Lee's wife. My mother said, "Let's go by bus." After turning around a few times, my husband called a younger brother for help. The younger brother drove over and asked me, "do you need a medical examination?" I was too embarrassed to tell him, "I'm going to have a baby."

the younger brother sent us to the hospital, and the nurse in the emergency department had been waiting for me early. Lying down for examination, the nurse measured her blood pressure and fetal heart rate. After the examination, she said, "the amniotic fluid must have broken, but you haven't started production yet." So go home now! Don't come back until production starts. "

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I nodded foolishly, thinking that since the nurse wanted me to go home, I had no choice but to go home.

the nurse immediately went out to discuss this with her husband, who came in with his eyebrows twisted. The nurse gave us some printed materials and said that at 2 pm the next day, no matter what happened to me, I would come to the hospital to induce labor. Then she said that if she was in labor before, she should come to the hospital immediately.

my husband said at this time that it was inconvenient for us to travel back and forth and didn't want to go home. The nurse was very determined: "this is not the reason to stay in the hospital!" The husband also said that it was difficult to take a taxi, and the nurse said, "this is no reason to stay in the hospital!"

I lay listening to them, feeling ashamed as if I were a scoundrel. Finally, my husband said that we could stay at our own expense, and the nurse said angrily, "then I will tell someone that you are not happy to go back." I'll apply for an award for you, but what form do you have to fill out? " Once again, I was ashamed to feel as if we were being unreasonable.

my husband went out to fill out the form. I slowly got up from the examination bed and found that the warm amniotic fluid flowed down to the floor.

my husband quickly finished the formalities and came back, and I followed him and the nurse to the delivery room.

the waiting room is a large ward with six beds. There are curtains around each bed. I was lying on the innermost bed with my husband sitting next to me.

soon, a male nurse came over and gave me the most basic examination, taking my blood pressure and so on, and asked me if I could eat toast and said he could make it for me, but I refused.

at that time, the meal was over and the visiting hours stipulated on the visiting card were almost over. My husband was worried that he would be driven away by the nurse and that he would miss the bus. He planned to buy me some food and go home. At this time, we heard the nurse tell the family of a bed where he could stay, and her husband said, "in that case, I'll stay."

We are all very happy-I changed into the robe I prepared for production early-the hospital does not provide clothes. After the advice of my friends, I bought a long robe and looked around.

opposite, there seems to be a single mother, young, wearing the sweatshirt commonly worn by young people at the bottom of the street, with a heartless and indifferent expression. She was well prepared for the birth, bought water and snacks, packed a big waiting bag, and brought a big fitness ball to relieve pain. A single mother is sitting on the edge of the bed watching TV, which is hanging over her head and playing some cartoon so noisily that it annoys me. Two girlfriends came to visit her and left soon. she closed the curtain politely but coldly, sat on the edge of the bed, and continued to eat the chocolate bar.

across the slope is a scary-looking aunt, pale, breathing oxygen, and a bunch of wires wrapped around her arms. If it wasn't for the delivery room, I thought she was endangered. Next door is a very quiet young couple, waiting politely. Soon, the scary aunt was carried away, and an Indian-Pakistani couple came. The woman gave a twisted, horrible moan, sobbed, and made people get hairy.

I lay in bed bored and posed for pose photos, updated my blog, and logged in to QQ. At this time, a male friend who had been out of touch for a long time jumped out and said, "Hello!" Long time no see. What are you up to? " I wonder, do you want to say, "what about having a baby"?

before that, I only had a faint stomachache. After 7 p.m., the pain becomes obvious and regular.

at first, it hurts every ten minutes. When I first realized the "labor pains", according to the prenatal lessons, I shook my body on my husband's shoulder and massaged to relieve the pain, but then gave up this hard and awkward posture and lay down on the bed. The husband also murmured: "get up and be active, give birth quickly."... "

when labor pains come, the belly is tight, the pain is from the inside to the outside, and permeates the whole body, occupying the whole mind. When the labor pains disappear, it is miraculously as if nothing had happened, just feeling tired and restless looking forward to the next wave of pain. In the gap between the two teeth adhere, time lost the concept, self-shrinking to a small and small.

I ask my husband to massage the waist hard, from top to bottom, from left to right, in short, to crush the spine with the greatest strength.

my husband's hand strength is so strong that he can make me cry at the slightest press. At that moment, I just thought he wasn't strong enough.

push hard, then press hard! Later, when the pain came again, I could no longer speak, so I could only use my hands to support my back. My husband pushed me around more and more frequently, sweating all over my head. At this time, the English spoken by the nurse became "@ #% ¥%."... " I shook my head impatiently, refused to understand this foreign language, and asked my husband to translate everything for me.

after 9 o'clock, the pain gets worse, every four to five minutes. I finally couldn't help moaning softly, and then turned into a cry of despair. At that time, it was like an arrow on a string. There was no way to step back, but to gnash one's teeth and endure.

when I was in a coma, I remember that the nurse had come and go several times and seemed to have had an examination. A black nurse leaned over and looked at me, and I sobbed to her and asked, "Help me!" Help me! " After 10:00, the severe pain made me fall into a deeper stupor. I did not cry, because crying takes extra energy and requires emotional and physical preparation. At that time, pain squeezed the room for emotional preparation, so tears could not flow-you can imagine whether a drowning person who could not swim could break out his mouth on the surface of the water and call for help in addition to breathing. In short, at that time, I was like shrinking to the "corner" when I had no choice, bowing my head to accept the judgment of fate with my bare hands.

the nurse came and asked us if we wanted oxygen (laughing gas). ). I said hurriedly, "Please! Please! "

I don't know how long it took before the oxygen came. I took a bite and sucked hard, and after a few seconds, I felt dizzy and seemed to be at the bottom of the water. everything in front of me became slow, strange, distant, and blurred like slow motion.

I said to the nurse in slow motion, "I'm-- dizzy--"

the nurse said there was an anesthetic in oxygen. The next time the pain came, I inhaled hard, but it didn't seem to ease the pain much. Finally, my husband's interpreter told me that the nurse asked me to "inhale before anticipating the next pain." What?! Is it possible for pregnant women to do this kind of difficult mental work? I made wild guesses about when the next labor pains would come. At that time, labor pains were already very frequent, and even if I failed in my prediction, the pain came soon after I inhaled.

10: 20, the nurse came to check again. In my drowsiness, I heard her say that the mouth of the palace had been opened by a finger and a half. This is a blessing for me, because I know it means I am one step closer to production! At this time, I was almost in a confused struggle, still alive, whispering to myself, "hold on, hold on!"

while I was tossing and turning in the hospital bed, the pregnant women around me had been rotated several times. According to my husband, there seems to be something wrong with the noodle bed-the single woman suddenly cried loudly and said, "I knew it, I knew it."... " Many nurses hurried in and carried her away, and then the nurses who made the beds gathered behind the curtain and whispered. However, with such a big noise, I didn't know anything about it one meter away. It was like I was crazily struggling in the depths of the water. I couldn't see or hear anything.

I don't know how long later, I suddenly felt "defecation" in endless pain and felt an uncontrollable impulse. I know that this is the fetal head has dropped to a certain extent, oppressed to the body. In my confusion, I firmly remember that if the mouth of the uterus was not fully opened, there should be no force-- not only in vain but also in tearing the birth canal-- my friend once tore his lower body into pieces as a result of giving birth. I tried to control myself, but the urge to put pressure was completely uncontrollable. At this time, the body is pushing me forward by itself. In vain and despair, I felt that my body began to push the fetus on its own.

I was in a hurry and told my husband that I wanted to give birth to the baby hard. My husband was also in a hurry, holding my hand and saying, "restrain yourself."

so I continued to struggle confused and whispered to myself, "Don't push!" Don't push! " My husband pressed me and shouted in a low voice: "Don't shoot!" Don't shout! "

the impulse to push out was above all else, and I finally began to push hopelessly in fear.

at two o'clock in the morning, the nurse came to check again, and then told us, "the palace opens five fingers, you can go to the delivery room!"

sounds of nature! I think with a "whoo", victory is on the horizon. Struggling to get up, he got into the wheelchair pushed by the nurse and slid from the darkness into the brightly lit corridor.

I feel the breeze of walking, and I feel the pleasure of "a boat has sailed through ten thousand mountains".

but the pain still struck mercilessly, and I couldn't help screaming again.

the delivery room is a separate room, with a rocking bed in the middle, a baby processing desk on the left, and a pile of various instruments on the right. Opposite the bed was a push-pull lamp, and the lampshade turned its back to me, shining a dim but relaxing light on the wall in front of me.

I was sitting on a high bed, and my husband immediately said to the midwife that we asked for anesthesia (note: what people call "painless labor", epidural anesthesia. ). The midwife, a beautiful girl, assured us that our application for anesthesia had been sent out and that the anesthesiologist was on her way-"but there are so many people giving birth today, so you'll have to wait a moment."

now I come to think of it, perhaps because of the lack of preparation for the first child, our application for "painless delivery" was submitted a little late, and the anesthesiologist was too busy that day. If you submit your application as soon as you are admitted to the hospital and ask for no pain, will you suffer less?

I sobbed and asked, "when will the anesthesiologist come? when will the anesthesiologist come?"

my husband told me that the anesthetic had been prepared and the anesthesiologist would come soon. Next, I began to struggle with pain.

my husband and midwife have told me time and again that when the anesthesiologist comes to operate, he injects drugs into the spine (it should be called "epidural anesthesia"), so, "Don't move when taking drugs, it's dangerous to move!"

I was struggling on the birth bed, pushing hard, trying not to push, nodding to make sure I wouldn't move, screaming, whimpering, and asking, "when is the anesthesiologist coming?"

an hour later, at 3 a.m., the palace opened to seven fingers, and the anesthesiologist came.

I think the anesthesiologist is an angel and is here to save me. I was held side by side on the bed, hunched over my back. I am at the mercy of others at this time. My husband pressed me hard, and the anesthesiologist began to inject medicine into his spine with a big needle. Does it hurt? There is a joke that the first level of pain is mosquito bites, the tenth level of pain is giving birth, and is level 11 pain-being bitten by mosquitoes while giving birth. But to be honest, the pain doesn't accumulate in this way. When the tenth level of pain comes, any other additional pain does not exist. at that time, I could only feel great pain from the inside of my body, and all the operations of the anesthesiologist were not as good as mosquito bites.

soon, I felt a chill moving slowly down my back. Look at yourself. I don't know when I have some more pipes. The coolness quickly spread to the caudal vertebrae. I lay down and felt very comfortable. The pain was suddenly far away from me. I felt so comfortable that I almost fell asleep.

labor pains still come frequently, but they seem to be far apart. I felt a burst of tension in my belly, but it didn't matter, the pain wasn't even worth moaning. I lay in bed, contented and sleepy-Oh, so relaxed!

the pain came one after another. I waited calmly and directed my husband to record a video. After a while, the pain level began to climb again. I stopped talking and took a hard and long breath when the labor pains came. At 5: 00, the nurse told me after the examination: "the palace is fully open!" But she asked me to wait and push.

I fell into a lethargic wait again, and my husband sat next to me, trying to dispel drowsiness. At 6 o'clock, after another examination, the midwife said to me, "Let's start working hard!" Try to finish it by 07:00! "

my husband holds my left leg and the midwife holds my right leg. When the pain comes, I inhale hard, exhale deeply, hold my breath and go down hard. Maybe it's because of the anesthetic, I can only feel the contractions, but I don't feel much pain. At first, my strength was not legal. After the midwife showed me, I gritted my teeth and pushed hard at the back and lower part of my body, and she said, "that's right!" That's it! "

the attitude of the midwife is very good. Whenever I push hard according to her instructions, she always makes a "you did a great job" expression. If I push hard, she will tell me happily, "that's great!" "exactly!" "it's almost done!" Once she even checked and told me, "I touched the baby's hair!" "I see the baby's hair. It's black!"

I was encouraged, but I knew I wasn't that successful. Because after each labor pain, I saw the encouraging expression on the midwife's face fade and replace with tiredness. As time went on, her dignified and anxious expression gradually gained the upper hand.

"We need to put a little more pressure on you." As a result, I was put on the drug to promote labor. When the contractions came, I tried my best, the midwife tried my best to encourage her, and my husband tried his best to look nervous and heavy.

however, no progress has been made. Yes, the midwife's expression also confirmed my judgment. She seemed a little impatient, but she still urged me dutifully. When I push hard, I always feel like I can't hold on to something. Every time I try, I feel that my strength is fading bit by bit. Finally, I said to the midwife, "I have no strength."... "

during the labor pains, the midwife went out and quickly brought in an older lady. They had a discussion, and the older lady inspected my records and went out again. After a while, I tried in vain again and again. Then a beautiful young doctor came in. They examined me together, and the young doctor sat in front of me.

I am exhausted.

another hustle and bustle, and resigned to fate, I suddenly heard the dull sound of "Gaba" of scissors cutting meat-- the sound of cutting chicken and fish and chopping chicken breasts-- my husband whispered, "she did a side cut."

Oh.

I have no feeling.

when the labor pains came again, they said to me"push!"

I push with my last effort.

they said quickly, "Don't push!" Don't push! "

I stop.

suddenly, I felt something coming out of my body. Is it a child? There is no feeling of "calling out a lot of things". I tried to feel it and felt that my stomach was a little empty.

in bewilderment, I heard my husband say, "here we go-- oops!" The head is so crowded! "

the doctor sewed me with a needle and thread, and I felt the cut muscle pulled to the left and the right. I feel very uncomfortable when I am pulled out by the line. I continue to be confused.

at that time, I had already lost 500ml of blood, which was twice the normal spontaneous delivery. the long shirt and socks were soaked in blood. The doctors and nurses were a little worried about me, but I didn't know it.

suddenly, in the chaos and serenity of the beginning of the universe, I heard a loud and strange cry: "Wow!" Whoo! "