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Queli experienced both types of delivery, both cesarean and normal delivery. Learn her experience with childbirth.
When I was pregnant with my second child, I never imagined that I would have a caesarean. My first child was born by normal birth, super-fast and without trauma, so I imagined that the second one should be even better. I was wrong! When I was 36 weeks old, I started to feel rhythmic contractions, despite not feeling much pain. We waited for dawn and went to the hospital. The doctor on duty did the touch and found only 3 cm of dilation, but admitted me because they were really contractions and the delivery was in progress. I spent the whole morning walking around the hospital, trying to speed up the delivery. But it still had 3 cm of dilation. I asked them to put the serum with oxytocin and waited and nothing. At the end of the day, everything remained the same, no pain and with the same 3 cm dilation. My doctor arrived and when performing the cardiotoco, he realized that my baby was beating too fast. She was in fetal distress.
How did he know about my desire to have a normal birth, he started the conversation like this: “I need to tell you something and I don’t want you to cry.” At the time I got cold, I thought something bad had happened to my baby. He continued: “I know you really wanted a normal birth, but we will have to have a cesarean section.” I tried to argue, that I could increase the dose of oxytocin, wait a little longer, but he said he couldn’t (he only told me about the fetal suffering after delivery). So, since there was no way out, I asked when the surgery would be. He said immediately, the anesthesiologist is going up. I think I was inside a tornado at that moment. As well? Without preparing, without telling anyone? He said he needs to call, tell my husband and he said I had a minute. I ran, crying, my head spinning.
I could barely say goodbye to him and the anesthesiologist was already calling me. I asked to take a shower first and did a thousand exercises in less than a minute, in a last attempt to have a normal birth. I went to the operating room and cried in pain with the anesthesia in my back. My God! How it hurt! I felt the entire cannula inside me! I lay down, I was tied up (horrible feeling!) And the doctor started the cesarean section. I gave a cry, I felt the cut! How can this be? The anesthesia had had no effect. The anesthesiologist asked for another minute, another attempt to start the cesarean section and again I felt the pain of being cut. Again the anesthetist asked for another minute and again I felt the blade cut through my skin. How much suffering, my God!
But then I felt a great tingling that started on my feet and went up to my hips and then a wave of heat came over me, what a good feeling! Okay, now I could start my surgery, the anesthesia had worked. But as the dose was very high, my heart rate and pressure dropped a lot, it got to score 5 X 3. I just asked God to reach the end and see my daughter well. Finally she was born! Very purple. The pediatrician showed me her quickly and took her. I didn’t even imagine she was having trouble breathing. The surgery was over and they took me to the recovery room. I got there already moving my legs! The anesthesia was gone! Nobody believed that.
After a while I went to the bedroom and waited anxiously to hold my little princess in my arms. When she arrived, she just wanted to sleep. He slept all night, he only went to suck the other day! I spent two weeks feeling a lot of pain, I had a lot of gas and I could barely walk. I cried in pain! Friend’s advice: after a caesarean, don’t talk! Speak as little as possible, as the formation of gas in the belly creates unbearable pain!
Well, after that, four years later, I got pregnant again and fought desperately for a normal birth. He appealed for teas, sitz baths, walks, up and down endless steps! I didn’t feel a twinge of pain. Nothing. When I was 41 weeks old, I was filled with courage and went to the hospital to have my daughter with a C- section , because she didn’t want to come naturally.
Think of a nervous, anxious person, trembling with fear. I had trauma from the cesarean section! Amazingly, I slept well at night, but I woke up earlier than usual. My husband rolled me up for over 10 hours !!! I was more and more anxious and he was making time for us to go out. I know he was nervous, he was very distressed with this new cesarean section because he knew how much I had suffered in the previous one. But, even with fear, I am very objective, since it had to be a surgical delivery, at once! As expected, when I arrived at the hospital I was immediately admitted to the surgery, after all I was already 41 weeks old. I handed my things over to my husband, we hugged and went. After answering a few questions, they took me straight to the operating room !!
Like this??? Already??? I didn’t even have time to be afraid, but even so, I waited anxiously for the conversation with the anesthesiologist. I explained to her that in my previous delivery the anesthesia did not catch and that is why I felt that super thick cannula on my back and then I felt myself cut three times, until the anesthesia finally caught. She was sweet with me, said she would explain everything she would do to me and promised that I would not be in pain. She kept her word! I found out later that he applied morphine to me, then put that huge cannula on my back. I just felt the pressure at that time. When I was laid down, I still felt a small point of the cut, which was like a needle stick, but that was it !!! Thank God!!!
There, for me the worst part was over. In a few minutes I heard the best of sounds. She was born crying weakly and stopped, I was worried, but before thinking anything silly, she cried again, this time with full force !!!! Jeez what a beautiful song !!!! He was born with his eyes open and looked me right in the eye… beautiful !!! I am still moved by the memories!
The pediatrician showed me her quickly and they took her, I stayed there, listening to the doctor tell me that the cut would be beautiful and listening to Nicole crying in the next room. It took forever, until it was over and I went to the recovery room. In a few minutes they brought her to stay with me, she suckled a little and slept. Gradually the effect of the anesthesia passed and I realized that I was very well. About 5 hours after the surgery I was able to turn on my side.
I felt a little pain in my belly, normal! But nothing compared to the previous delivery. There, my trauma was over! Today Júlia is 5 years old and dreams of being a ballerina and Nicole turned two years old and is a baby candy! Despite being an advocate of normal childbirth, today I recognize that cesarean delivery is not a seven-headed bug, a monster. It is enough that the woman is prepared to live each experience without fear and, preferably, without pain!
Queli Rodrigues dos Santos, I am 38 years old, I am married to the love of my life, we have three beautiful and blessed children. I am a public servant and I love my job, but I really enjoy being at home, taking care of my family, the garden and the pets we have. Finally, I am an ordinary person who has learned to overcome the pain of loss and wait on God for the day of Blessing.
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My name is Dr. Alexis Hart I am 38 years old, I am the mother of 3 beautiful children! Different ages, different phases 16 years, 12 years and 7 years. In love with motherhood since always, I found it difficult to make my dreams come true, and also some more after I was already a mother.
Since I imagined myself as a mother, in my thoughts everything seemed to be much easier and simpler than it really was, I expected to get pregnant as soon as I wished, but it wasn’t that simple. The first pregnancy was smooth, but my daughter’s birth was very troubled. Joana was born in 2002 with a weight of 2930kg and 45cm, from a very peaceful cesarean delivery but she had already been born with congenital pneumonia due to a broken bag not treated with antibiotics even before delivery.
