


Finally he was born. It was 0.45, 6th of July 2008, his weight was 3.710kg and he smelled like he had a perfume, I was later on told that it was the scent of the vernix that smells nice.
Labour started by itself in hospital saturday 5th night. That morning they had decided after the last heart beat monitoring and because I was 41 weeks, to keep me in and stimulate my labour the next morning. But I asked for something to go for a poo as that day i never had one and the syrup they gave me must have help stimulate me. So contractions started softly but close together and i was doubting the whole time it was bowel pains until i went for the routine evening heart beat monitoring (they do one every few hours if they keep you in hospital). There i saw for the first time how contractions are shown on that machine and i was in awe as they were so close (every 5 or less minutes) and they did not feel at all that painful, they then intensified more and more...
I saw him for very little immediately after he was taken out my womb as i had to have an urgent cesarean after 6cm dilation with natural labour as his heartbeat was slowing down in waves and they feared complications. I cried my eyes off. I was scared and upset. I had managed so well up to that point, altough the contractions were as painful as you sometimes see in films... let me explain this better: from the start until i was 3cm i managed to bear them very well, singing loud and/or breathing and i tought "if all goes like this i have no problems". Then all of a sudden they started being so closer together and so strong that in a few minutes i was up to 6cm screaming my lungs off as i found myself unable not to scream, and i could hardly breathe, but his heartbeat was going up and down all this time...150-90 then up then down... after he was out i was told the waters were a bit green and he was starwatching but no chocking luckily had been occurring, he was just in a position that would have been difficult for him to come out and he was possibly squeezing his cord against a bone of my pelvis or so...
The overall experience with the hospital was bad, saved for some doctors and some nurses.
They did all the possible things I did not want, starting from the pre-labour shaving, the pre-possible-cesarean intravenous needle "in case you may need it it will be there already", not only that but they tried to put in 2 different places like last time even tough i told them i did not want them to and they had previously done the same error, they did not listen to me until the third time when they put it in the elbow inside like it's normal. And they added a second one on my hand later one before the cesarean. I felt like treated like a piece of meat. I am still upset now. In this hospital I went to, after 4 days they expect you to be out of the hospital fully recovered or so, I took an extra day only because I insisted. I was and still am in a lot of pain from the cut even tough the stitches have been taken off yesterday morning. I take paracetamol twice a day and feel like crying and cry everytime I think of all the psicological violence imposed on me. They forced me up the second day and i felt like everything was ripping and on fire, they pressed on my belly so many times i lost count "in order to help the cleaning process" and to check on my uterus size, they refused painkillers as often as they could after the operation and if they gave anything it was totally useless. A small bottle via drip twice that did absolutely no difference. Then when the needle was off i asked and asked for paracetamol until i finally got it. They gave me a medicine to take 3 times a day (that one is not supposed to take when breastfeeding cause it could cause milk production to reduce) to make my uterus contract more to clean it better... Now that I'm at home I am no longer taking it as I think it's useless. When the baby latches on he does the same thing naturally. And i have to take 10 days worth of injections for avoiding air bubbles in my blood because of the operation. I also had 3 blood tests so between my 2 arms i have a total of 7 holes and 2 minor bruises. Plus 2 holes per leg so far beacuse of those injections that will total as 7 per leg when i am done. 21 holes in my body plus a scar. Pain and painkillers, a horrible nightmare that i'll always remember. I can't sob, bend, laugh, sneeze as any sees me folded in 2 with pain. I can only cry as softly as i can. Some of the nurses were harsh or stupid, some were nice. The doctor that injected me with the spinal block was very nice and spoke to me during the operation, he gave me oxigen and told me things that would happen there and there... Overall i would not go there again if i could. Overall i would have had my baby the month before if i could have helped it.
But what counts now is that my baby is healthy and beautiful and that he's doing fine, the milk came and is satisfing him so i'm happy... even if I would have been happier with a better labour obviously. I found out I'm totally not up for any pain. Call me a whimp maybe that is what I am. But I would never want to go through such pain ever again.
UPDATE 4th January 2010, please bear in mind this was written when my memory was not at its best, an update of what is missing here can be soon find at the top of my posts.