My birth story
Girls, hello! I apologize immediately for the mistakes, I wrote from my phone in one go. My name is Arina, I am 21 years old and I am the mother of the wonderful Vradya-Oladya. After reading a bunch of your stories, I finally decided to write my own. I’ll warn you right away, I really love writing, so get ready for a long story. I'll start from afar. I am from the Northern capital of our homeland, namely St. Petersburg. My husband was born and lived in Valdai (Novgorod region), I knew him since childhood, he is 5 years older than me, so we never really communicated until I grew up. I was 13 years old when an 18-year-old boy began to run after me, it flattered me because... many girls ran after him. And it was he who paid attention to me, even then he told me that I would become his wife. We were just friends and only 4 years later I became his girlfriend. I started something very far away. In general, we started living together when I turned 18, we dreamed of children from the very first day, but unfortunately nothing worked out. Many tests were done and all were negative. But almost two years later, on November 7, my girlfriend forced me to take a test because... I was already a week late, if it weren’t for her... I probably wouldn’t have found out that I was pregnant! I was in shock, joy, panic, tears... in general, it’s beyond words!!! I was happier than anyone had ever been. I donated blood for hCG, it turned out I was 4-5 weeks old. Then my stomach started to pull, I didn’t feel well, there was even some bleeding. Naturally, I panicked, I ran to the gynecologist, I was examined, the pregnancy was confirmed to be uterine, but I have erosion, so I’m bleeding and there is a risk of losing the child. Treatment was prescribed, I took so many pills that I’ve probably never taken so many in my entire life, two weeks later I went back to the gynecologist, the result was good, but we are still continuing treatment. Then I went to the housing complex to register, they rushed me that day for an ultrasound (I did it for a fee because I wouldn’t have signed up for a free one), it turned out that the period was 12 weeks and 1 day, the child was developing well, they showed me everything big screen, my baby was so beautiful. I cried, I didn’t fully believe in this miracle. But then it turned out that I had a short cervix of 30 mm and off we went... I lived in a residential complex, received injections, constantly had ultrasounds... We were afraid that we would not maintain the pregnancy, we survived both 20 and 25 weeks, then they predicted that I would give birth ahead of schedule. In general, because of the stress and everything that had piled up, I was afraid to walk far or do anything heavy, my husband blew away specks of dust from me. And as a result, I developed gestosis, managed to stay in a day hospital and gain 24 kg!!! Since June, I waited every day for the birth, the birth date came on July 8th and nothing happened, a day passed, a second... a week... On July 18th I freaked out and called an ambulance, they came to me and asked “whether I will go to the maternity hospital”, I was shocked! !! How could I call you for this, in general, they took me to maternity hospital No. 18, where I wanted. My husband came with me by car. They quickly called me, climbed onto the chair, the gynecologist took a wand and pierced my bladder, it was 12.00. I was shocked when something began to flow from me. Only after that I was informed that the 2nd finger was dilated and I would give birth today. My mouth is in a trough, I went and told my husband, he was in shock, we thought we would come here with contractions. In general, I sent my beloved home, then the registration, enemas, in general, like everyone else. Then they took me to the prenatal room, there were a lot of people, everyone decided to give birth today, there were five of us in the prenatal room. There are maternity clinics nearby, everyone is screaming... and then I became scared, it covered me and I began to cry, call my husband and whine that I don’t want to give birth, I’m afraid! At about 2:30 p.m. I began to feel contractions, it was tolerable, I walked along the corridor, breathed, corresponded with a friend on VK and watched the girls, some were screaming, some were moaning, some were crawling on the wall, some were generally feeling sick... In general, everyone had everything bad, but I'm good. But an hour later I was already running after the doctor and shouting that I would give birth or die.
