My nightmare birth, everyone thought - I’m giving birth for the sake of an apartment - Murmansk city portal
I got married right after college. My husband had just become a lieutenant; his assignment was imminent; no one knew exactly where yet. Drunk relatives at the wedding shouted wishes to us for a large number of heirs, but we only smiled modestly, where the Motherland would be sent tomorrow, it was not yet clear...
A week later, having collected our simple belongings and the cat in a carrier, we went to the Trans-Baikal Territory. The town seemed to me, a graduate of a pedagogical university near Moscow, to be one continuous Pripyat with little green men.
Work was found immediately - there was an extreme shortage of teachers in the garrison. My husband started working, I was preparing my office for the new school year, I was promised fifth grade. After work, I tried to decorate our living room in the family dorm.
Upon arrival, it turned out that having a child is a trump card for obtaining official one-room housing. We had a common toilet on the corridor and a shower. All among single officers or people like us. Only new arrivals. Yes, this is not the life I dreamed of...
Thunder struck at the end of August
I painted the windows in the classroom myself. The school provided the paint, but no workers were provided. Well, there's a first time for everything. Suddenly, the smell of paint made my mind cloudy and I was forced to go out into the corridor and lie down on the new benches that were waiting for the start of the school year.
A cleaning lady passing by brought water, complained that I had inhaled paint and advised me to go home.
It didn’t get any easier at home; I was constantly feeling nauseous and wanted to sleep. The next day it didn’t get any easier, but on the second day I went to the medical director. A crowd of conscripts let me through, the chief of medicine listened carefully and snapped: “Did you take the test?” Weakly believing that this could be pregnancy, I trudged to the only pharmacy in the town.
Behind the counter, looking like something from the 90s, the girl was bored. “Are you new?” - she was happy to see me. “Yes, I am the wife of Lieutenant Solovyov. One test please! — I was wildly uncomfortable, I felt like a teenager, and not a 23-year-old teacher. She brought me a bright box and smiled cheerfully: “Good luck!” Then they’ll give you an apartment right away!”
The test came back positive. I was shaking. Fear coupled with disappointment. Why now? When did you have time? I could barely wait for Monday and ran to the medical director.
She also listened to me without emotion, took my blood pressure and said: “We don’t have a gynecologist. You will go to the city. There you decide what to do. Yes, everyone goes through the dorm, life there is not easy. But cool, why did you take it? My son should have come to you. Now what?”
I fell out of her on weak legs. Why does everyone think that this is for the sake of the apartment? Yes, my husband doesn’t crawl out of the fields, I don’t really see him, what kind of intimate life is there!
The gynecologist confirmed everything
Uterine pregnancy, 5 weeks. This means when we were waiting for the container and sleeping on an air mattress, which was inflated every night. We reveled in the romance of family life. I didn’t hide it from my husband.
He came back from the fields, blackened from the sun, poured him some borscht (damn it, the sight of meat made him vomit a dozen times!), ate it and blurted it out. About everything. Shared toilet, ensign always drunk, pregnancy. But he was delighted and forbade even thinking about abortion. He said that he would sort things out at school himself.
I really shouldn't start working. I resisted as best I could. I graduated with honors and won’t even have maternity leave! Well, where have you seen this?
A few days later I ended up in the outpatient clinic. Then I was transported to the hospital. Severe toxicosis, threat of miscarriage... It was scary. I didn’t think about a child then. Even when they did an ultrasound and I saw the heart, there was no warmth. Anger and disappointment. This is how you study for 5 years, you dream of taking a class teacher, teaching electives, only to have all your plans go down the drain.
Military doctors are uncouth louts. Yesterday I heard people shouting at a woman in labor. The maternity ward is right there in the next wing . First the screams of women are heard, then of babies. So defenseless, like meowing. I'm scared…
My husband rarely comes. One day off per week. He says that all the young people are overworked. Mom calls every day a dozen times. He says that pregnancy is not a disease. Why then do they constantly drip on me and make me fall apart?
If only I could give birth, at least grass wouldn’t grow there. I've been here for a month now. But the toxicosis did not recede. The doctor reassures that his wife had a third pregnancy, and he himself could not help her. God, people even give birth to third children...
I feel sorry for myself. I'm disgusted with myself. My husband comes and rubs my belly. Annoys. The circulation of neighbors in the ward. Everyone is counting the weeks. Everyone is just talking about what size fruit the baby is. I wonder more and more often if I made a mistake in what I told my husband. Maybe, come on, we should have been quiet and lived as we lived?
At 30 weeks I was allowed to go home. At first I was not allowed to move, but now I don’t want to. Mom has arrived.
We don’t have a car, and we don’t have any plans to buy one because we have a baby, so she bought baby clothes to suit her taste. We will have a son. The husband was wild. The heir.
Heir to what? Rooms in a dorm?... According to a certificate from the hospital, we were put on expansion, and that’s all we have a waiting list for several years ahead.
Childbirth
Childbirth took me suddenly, at 33 weeks. The day before I had a fight with my mother. Everyone wants some action from me, but I don’t want anything. It was wet in my sleep and I, grumbling, trudged to the common toilet, deciding that I had peed myself during the night. And then there was a “splash” again.
My legs began to shake from surprise. She quickly ran to the guest room on the first floor to wake up her mother, then pushed her husband, who did not understand anything, away. And then blood gushed out! I remember what happened next as if through cotton wool.
As in some military UAZ they drove me over potholes, my husband sat with white lips and stroked my head, my mother wailed something in the front seat, I felt sick.
I was only thinking about whether I was dying, and if I was dying, then where was the white corridor? When they stopped me at the hospital, I still vomited. The stretcher was already ready, my husband remained in the corridor, hugging his sobbing mother, but I didn’t care anymore. The pain attacked, sometimes it hurt to breathe, everything inside my stomach was breaking. A masked man leaned over my face. Sleep!
A few days later I was digesting the nightmare that had happened. A miracle saved me and the baby. The waters broke, followed by placental abruption. The minutes counted down. My husband asked the commander to take me to the hospital; I simply wouldn’t wait for an ambulance.
When they took me away, the stern doctor only blurted out to my family, “Pray!” and they did not know what outcome to expect. I lost a lot of blood. The first day they gave me a transfusion, my temperature rose and I was almost unconscious.
Senechka (that’s what we named our son) was born weighing 2100 g, he didn’t cry right away, but after the measures taken by neonatologists, everything happened. I saw him on the fifth day.
It was difficult to walk; during an emergency caesarean section, a vertical suture was made. It drags, it is impossible to stand up, sit down , all the usual actions that were difficult during pregnancy are now simply impossible. But these are all minor things. He appeared - our son.
When I saw my boy in the incubator, only in wires, I could not hold back my sobs. Small, wrinkled, defenseless.
What a fool I was that I thought only about myself, and didn’t think at all about what you were experiencing at those moments! I will always be with you now, my dear, there is nothing more expensive than your life and health, because I am your mother.
My husband came on the third day. I was already transferred to a ward. He called and asked to come to the window. From the second floor I could see tears in my eyes, I was waving a huge bouquet and shouting “Thank you for my son!” The nanny brought this bouquet. I couldn’t even take it, I was so weak after what happened. It was then that the realization began to dawn on what I had almost done.
We were discharged only a month later. Unfortunately, we had to go to the regional hospital, the department for premature babies, but this is all nothing compared to what we were on the verge of.
My parents and mother-in-law met us. A cozy room with a cradle, a stroller in the hallway and a bunch of dowry were already waiting at home. Yes, they haven’t given us an apartment yet, as everyone around me promised. But the main thing is that when the husband comes home from work, he runs rather to this snuffling happiness that smells of sweet milk. And I thank God every day and wish many years to come to the doctors who saved Senechka and I’s lives!
Anastasia Drabkina (drabkina)
Source: https://cod51.ru/interesnoe/moi-koshmarnye-rody-vse-dumali-rozhayu-radi-kvartiry.html
