My second pregnancy was much easier than the first, I could already afford to watch the best doctor in the city on contract. It seemed that I will foresee everything in advance, and the outcome will definitely be successful. Regularly visited the women's consultation, walked with her husband at the handle in the evenings and imagined how he takes me from the hospital and we sit in our cozy nest with the children ...
Term of childbirth was approaching. Since I knew roughly what I was about to experience, I waited calmly for the cherished hour when our princess decided to meet with us. I decided not to give birth in my own city, but to go to my mother's place in a small town where I had already been found an excellent specialist. My husband stayed to work, and promised to rush to an extract from the hospital.
That day I woke up early in the morning. She felt aching pain in her lower back and could not fall asleep again ... I called the doctor, she gave me the recommendations I followed, but by the evening I realized that I should not stay at home. I collected my things and went to the maternity ward. Yes, it's on foot, because my parents live next to the maternity home, where I was going to give birth. In the hospital, a doctor was waiting for me, who after the examination announced that we would soon give birth. Actually an hour later it happened.
I found my births absolutely ideal precisely because I was preparing for them, first of all, morally, I chose a good doctor who gave me certain instructions! I want to note that this is an important aspect, the choice of a specialist with whom you will be comfortable, because this also affects the successful outcome. But then I also could not guess that at some point something went wrong and I was waiting for disappointment.
I enjoyed my baby, inhaled her fragrance, looked at the tiny fingers, took a bunch of photos and sent them to my lover, hoping for the closest reunion of our family. Everything went like oil, but the day before discharge I had to undergo ultrasound examination, during which the doctor saw some kind of education in the uterus. I then did not understand anything at all, but they told me that the extract was postponed, and I would be scraped ... What ?! My emotions overwhelmed me over the edge ... How so? My husband comes, all relatives are getting ready for a solemn meeting with me and the baby, but they do not write me out, but I still have such a terrible procedure. Before that, I knew about scraping only from the second mouth. And the doctor adds that you will not be discharged, but the baby will be discharged! What ??? And it happens ?! Honestly, I did not know how to react to the situation ... And most importantly I was afraid to tell my husband.
The day of discharge came. All relatives came to meet us, but with sad faces, because everyone knew that the story is not over yet. I was allowed to go out with the baby in the discharge room, take a picture, take a bouquet, then give the baby and go back to the gynecology department to continue treatment. Now I can not look calmly at the photo of that day ... The most difficult part was to survive the separation from the newborn daughter, because she needed her mother so much. The husband tore and metal, but all the same it managed to constrain itself and in what to not blame doctors, after all from complications nobody is insured.
I survived the medical procedure, it seemed all over, but I did a second uzi and there again saw something bad! A consultation of doctors was convened, on which they decided to do a repeated surgical intervention, but an expanded one. I was offered to sign a document that I do not mind removing the uterus! But everything worked out, and in the end ended well. I returned home, I started breastfeeding my baby, which was an important aspect for me, the family reunited, and our measured, calm life continued.