At the stage when I wound myself already simply unreal, I learned about joint childbirth with my husband. I very much trust the husband and when with it or him, I am afraid of nothing. I tried to talk to him about it carefully. I can not say that he was eager to attend the birth, but I did not hear a categorical refusal. "Well, let him decide for himself," I decided.
When I was six months pregnant, I gave birth to my husband's sister. She had childbirth. Probably, communication with this couple greatly influenced the decision of the husband to be with me or not during such an important process.
Increasingly, we began to talk about how he will help me during childbirth. When the women's counseling began courses to prepare for this sacrament, the husband traveled to them with me. All the teachers of these courses put my husband as an example. And I was insanely proud of him.
Relatives and acquaintances very dissuaded us from this "insane venture", as they expressed themselves. "At birth, the husband does not belong." "He will see everything - and leave." "You'll spoil your sex life forever." And this is not a complete list of the horror stories they used to intimidate us.
I endured my time, or rather, it was put to me incorrectly. As a result, my birth began almost two weeks after the expected period. Then, when it was already hard to believe that I would ever give birth.
But no one has been pregnant forever, and I have not become an exception. One day, the fights began. As soon as her husband found out about this, he immediately said that today we will walk a lot, so that the child goes down faster. The entire first period of labor was spent on our feet, walking along the street, finishing all the necessary things.
When the fights went already very painful, and I did not have the strength to think about anything, my husband once again checked the bags for the maternity hospital, whether everything is in place. Then he called a taxi and we went to the hospital.
Here I already simply do not know what I would do without it! He completely took the process of clearance on himself. I did not have time to answer the questions of the nurses on duty. My husband answered.
He bought all the necessary medicines and supplies that were needed in childbirth. He gave me water. He wiped my sweat from his forehead, which rolled just hail. Controlled that I breathe properly. Helped me jump on the fitball. And, of course, he supported with words.
"Sunny, you can, I believe in you"; "A little more, and our miracle will be with us"; "Small, everything will be fine!" - he whispered to me. And I knew that everything would be all right. Otherwise, it can not be otherwise. And the realization of this gave me strength.
Her husband offered to go out on the exertions, but he wanted to stay. "I will not leave her at that moment!", He said. My husband breathed with me, said when to push, and when not, he held my hand, supported me in every possible way.
The daughter was born 2 hours after she arrived at the hospital, absolutely healthy and sturdy. Doctors said that my husband and I gave birth to two. That such husbands who are able to really be useful in childbirth, and not interfere, are one. And my husband in these "units" in the forefront.
How did our life affect the fact that we had partner births? I will answer: it is very united. Another positive thing - my husband saw that it was not easy to give birth, and for the first time, while it was still very hard for me, I took on almost all the cares around the house and caring for the baby. "The first diaper changed my daughter!" - He boasts to everyone so far. And in sexual life nothing has changed.
I did not regret a bit about our joint births. And for the second child, let's go together too!