The doctors were in shock!
I had a very active lifestyle: I continued to play in plays, acted in films and, moreover, until five months went on tour with the show "Ice Symphony" by Ilya Averbukh. I would not risk so much if I was not sure of my partner Alexey Tikhonov. Toward the end of the ice rallies, when we did support, I asked Lesha to take me by the chest, not by the stomach. But even so, I had the feeling that Daniel inside was "hiding" (or "bending down"). And I left the tour. At the end of the fifth month I surrendered to a women's consultation. When they found out that I could not come earlier, as I participated in the ice tour, everyone was shocked!
I thought I would wear a wig
I did not have the need to prepare for childbirth by any kind of reinforced action. I do not drink alcohol, I do not smoke, I eat vegetarian food for many years. The only thing I did was take vitamins for pregnant women from the first to the last months. And it was right. Then I was surprised: "Wow, I already wear so much, but I have such good hair! It's so great - I've been feeding the baby for a month now, and I have such good hair. And now I have been feeding for two months, and my hair is better and better! ". But at one point and the vitamins were not saved - hair came up! I comb in front of the mirror, I look down - the whole shell in my hair. It was a nightmare! I consoled myself: "Well, it's not terrible, now the developed industry of artificial hair, you can wear good wigs!". And then the reconstruction process began. And by the time I finished breastfeeding, I realized that baldness does not threaten me - the body coped.
Pain is necessary. It links the mother to the baby.
In Siberia, my relatives live - my brother, my sister ... My husband and I thought and decided to give birth there. As for the birth itself, it was very painful! But I deliberately took this step and refused to anesthetize. Sometimes it seemed, everything, it is impossible! But I said to myself: "Stop, madam! For so many centuries people have been born, it means, perhaps. " And there are no other options! I fully felt on myself that the appearance of a child brings light to the world. And only thanks to her between the mother and the child there is a strong psycho-emotional connection. My son was not indifferent to me for the rest of my life. And now I will do my best so that no misfortune happens to him, because he got me too dearly! Here is the answer to how Anna Bolshova brings up her son.
It is very important to choose a doctor
Safely pass through the natural birth, I was helped by a unique doctor. I will not hide, I had a difficult situation, and everything could end with caesarean section. But he took responsibility for the possibility of error, if only I gave birth myself. I would fall into other hands, no one would, and did not listen to me. In the end, I gave birth safely!
I'm against baby cots
We are one of those parents who do not accept a baby crib. It's strange to me, when the baby is put away from birth separately, and even in the next room with a soundproof door. If only I did not interfere. How can he interfere? Daniel is always sleeping with us. At the same time, I was morally ready for sleepless nights, because I saw how my younger brother David, who is now nine years old, slept restlessly in infancy. But when my son was born, it seemed to me that he was always asleep. Then he began to grow up, and we with him adapted to sleep "partially": went to the toilet, ate and fell asleep again. At first eight times a night, then six, then four. Woke up closer to ten in the morning. So it was enough to get enough sleep. Now get up once or twice a night. True, he wakes up earlier, at six-seven in the morning. And immediately becomes very active - here you can not sleep!
For a son, Mom is Mom, and Dad is Dad!
Our dad from the first months of the baby's life has learned everything except feeding, since I breastfed. But I tried not to download it very much, because it worked, and he needed to get enough sleep. However, the time came when I had to go on tour. Then our dad had to take responsibility for himself. For the first time I left them alone. It was scary! My husband later admitted with surprise that the simple care of the child was not so simple. For your son, dad - that's all! Mom is for granted, and dad is Dad! And also a person who can be completely trusted!
Therefore, we have no problems when my mother goes to the play, and the child begins to cry in hysterics: "Mom, do not go away!". Daniel calmly sits with his father in his arms and says to me: "Bye bye!". He is happy to stay with his husband, because he is well with him. Just like with a nanny, by the way.
The main thing - with a nanny to find a common language
When my husband and I realized that the nurse was "not far off" and there were no options, we had to take it, then suddenly we realized that for us it was a disaster! I did not know how to trust my jewel to a stranger. I remember calling Anuta, my father's wife, and was surprised: "Anya, how did you trust David?". So my husband and I were in great strain on this matter until everything by itself was happily resolved. We have not yet begun detailed searches for a nanny, as one of our good acquaintances, who entered the family, fell under the contraction. Her child was an adult, and at that time she had no idea what to do. Once she was visiting us, a conversation ensued that we needed a nanny. And then we all realized that this is the person who can be trusted by the child. They offered to try, she agreed. Now we thank God for her! She is responsible, she has a wonderful character, quick-witted, quick reaction. And most importantly, in any difficult situation, we on both sides have the desire to find a common language, and not to quarrel and scatter in different directions.
I sing a little boy on the phone
During the tour, we communicate with him on Skype and on the phone. I sing songs, I picture cartoons, I tell fairy tales. Daniel calmly refers to my absence, and I myself really miss! Sometimes I go in the car, stop at the traffic lights and start kissing my cell phone with his photo. Can you imagine what other drivers think about me ?!
Not milk, but cream!
Of course, dive only in caring for the baby - it was a sweet desire. But one day from greed to be with him had to give up. For the sake of the child! We live in the material world and according to its laws. Work brings money, and they enable you to keep it, train, and surround it with beauty. So, if the work of the mother is not at the expense of crumbs, then the effect of it is only positive. While I was breastfeeding, Danja was with me even at performances. They with the nurse waited for me in a dressing room, it ate, if wanted, I easy left on a stage, and it sweetly fell asleep.
Colleagues, looking at my buddhuza, laughed: "You do not have milk, but cream!" In breast milk, my son grew so quickly that at six months he already looked like a one-year-old child. Therefore, in eight and a half months it was decided to transfer it to autonomous power. There was also a question of stability in his life. After all, for such a kid it is difficult to constantly change the environment and get into different situations during crossings. So now the son has a settled way of life, a normal children's regime.
It was arranged that I will develop the child from the first days.
I like all this too, because I see an amazing result. I pre-prepared all sorts of different songs, nursery rhymes, exercises with fingers, on hearing, on attention, charging all kinds. But only I will begin, as he falls asleep. So upset! I was comforted - everything is ahead! Hardly the son began to stay awake longer, we with it all were engaged in it. He quickly reacted to sounds, colors, easily focused on a particular occupation. Also, from month to month, an instructor on breastfish swimming came to visit us, and Danya swam in the bathroom according to all the rules. Then from four months we began to drive him into the pool, where the son had already more thoroughly learned to swim.
Now he's a year old, and I'm already thinking about school.
We were lucky. At us all teachers for development of the son. Sister musician, father artist, my goddaughter knows Chinese well ... And that's not all! It was funny when Danya published the first cry in his life, then all at once said: "I see! The voice is in my mother! ".
And where is the trouble? No grief!
Children are not capricious because they are "harmful" - they do not know how to do it! But because they are upset. Now Daniel has such an age when he wants to achieve everything at once. And if sometimes something does not work for him, then he is capricious, or rather, upset. He has a grief. And my task is to explain that in fact there is no grief. Somehow they played with a musical locomotive, which starts to sound, if you put it on the wheels and roll. His son could not do it. All! The engine is flying, Daniel screams. I explained twenty times how to put a locomotive to "sing". And she would say: "Well, what's the problem, grieve, let's see, is there grief here?" We must do this and that, you can not do it, do not worry, try it again, I'll help you ... But where is the grief? No grief! ". We put together, and the train travels, puffs and plays a melody gaily. Any children's "whims" need to be disassembled and explained.
Happiness to see the baby's first independent steps
The desire to walk with our baby has appeared long ago. Up to two months it was a reflex. Then, when we supported him under his armpits, he always strode over his legs: top-top-top. And then it started even funnier. He became a jumper. You support him, and he - jumping-jumping-jumping legs. And this desire to stand on his feet was always there. Therefore, we were very surprised when the neurologist at the planned examination said that our son would go rather late - in a year and two months. True, she inspected him after ten-month-old Danya had recovered and was very weak. Perhaps that's why I made such conclusions. We were a little taken aback, because we saw the son's desire to start walking faster. But they were not upset: when they meet, then they will go. And this event happened when Daniel had months. I was preparing to go on tour, and before that he gave me six independent steps. Before that, the son tried to walk, holding on to the wall and everything that came to hand. And then he went himself, without support, showing maximum caution. Step - stop - find balance, step - stop - find balance. And so six times! And then I plop on the ass! I was so tempted to call the neurologist and say: "You know, but our boy has already gone!". Now Danya does not go, he runs. And in the evenings it rushes around the apartment so that our dad calls it burning fuel before going to bed. Like an airplane, before landing, cuts circles over the airport and burns fuel.
The washing machine suffers the most.
The son loves to play with balls: throws, catches, runs after them. They have a lot of it, and different shapes, colors and textures. Very fond of experimenting, thrusting balls into the washing machine. Therefore, before we start it, we check to see if there are any Danechkin toys in it. Loves mad, sounding, growling, squeaking machines. A special joy for him is to throw such a typewriter in a bath with water. As a rule, they do not survive after that, but one miracle of Chinese production struck me. Once at the bottom, the machine continued to plow through the expanses of the bathroom, and only its sound became deeper beneath the water. When I pulled it out, she still continued to move and sing. I was in shock! But most of all I like what kind of passion my child takes out, pours out, and then puts back all sorts of small things into different containers. When this passion visits him, I have a chance to persuade Danya to add the designer's scattered details to the bag. The main thing is to catch the moment!
There are children's things for which parents are grateful to their inventors.
We loved the miracle cradle for motion sickness. Our son from it has long grown. But since he falls asleep in it best, then for daytime sleep, when you need to fall asleep quickly, we continue to sleep in it. When his legs began to rest against the wall, we bent it, and now they are hanging down. The sight is funny, but without the cradle in any way! But a backpack-kangaroo is unacceptable for us. It seems to me, sitting in it, the baby takes an unnatural pose, which is bad for the spine.
For me, the son is the simulator that helps to stay in shape.
I was just lucky. For pregnancy I gained as many kilograms as I needed. And during childbirth I lost more than I gained. Then I dialed again during the feeding.
But considering that the son grew quickly and gained weight well, he became for me that simulator that helped to stay in shape. At first it had to be worn, raised high, and showed everything to which he showed curiosity. Then he began to actively move, and I tried to keep up with him. When I stopped feeding, I was afraid that here it would smite me.
But it so happened that I managed to lose weight even more. I have absolutely no time, and desire to go to fitness and beauty salons. I again participate in the show "Ice Age". This year, all the winners of past projects are gathered here. So for me, the fitness will be on ice. And I try to spend my free time with my family.
I feel the danger around the baby with skin and nerve cells
All information about children is now perceived very keenly. When I hear that somewhere a child suffers, everything inside turns. From the feeling that by and large I do not have the opportunity for all suffering children, I have a greater responsibility for my own child. And I try to make him as happy as possible. I stasis almost skin and nerve cells to feel the possible dangers and problems that threaten him. Something has changed in psychophysics and in relation to life. This is reflected in my roles. In the first play, after the decree I played ("The Royal Games"), the story of Anna Boleyn, who gave birth to a child from King Henry VIII, and everything connected with it, sounded to me completely unexpectedly, in a new way. I experienced other emotions, because I already knew what it means to be a mother and be responsible for the baby.