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It started on a Friday. I was 39 weeks and 2 days pregnant, very anxious for the arrival of my long-awaited baby, little Melissa. During the prenatal consultation, I comment with the GO that I noticed that my belly had decreased and that I could feel the baby’s little body very well (elbow, legs, butt). Then GO with all the calm as usual, the consultation continued. She checked her lap and there were no signs that Melissa wanted to arrive, high lap, without any dilation. She heard her heartbeat, took the measurement with the tape and, unlike the other consultations, this time she felt my belly a lot .
He moved there, moved here and then he told me that there was a chance that his amniotic fluid was reduced. To check, I should do an ultrasound. As she was almost 40 weeks old and the possibility of decreased fluid, she thought it prudent to set a date at the maternity hospital for induction or cesarean section. Like all pregnant women at the end of pregnancy, I was already anxious and tired. I was also afraid to wait, so I agreed. Even though I spent the whole pregnancy preparing for a normal delivery, of those that the bag bursts, you go to the hospital and push the baby and then, it’s born and ready!
We had a date set at the maternity hospital, next Wednesday. My dreamed baby would arrive! We ate a pizza to celebrate and went to sleep knowing that in a few days, my sleep would be interrupted several times by a baby cry. That was not God’s plan …
Is It Today?
A few hours after I lay down, I wake up with a terrible pain in my stomach. Sick feeling and soon I was blaming the poor pizza. Diarrhea, vomiting and very cold that I got to shiver. I was very ill for a few hours, everything I ate came back and I started to worry about the story of being dehydrated. I remembered the possibility of running low on fluids and told my doctor that I was sick. So she asked me to go to the maternity hospital to take serum and be more hydrated. Until then I didn’t even think about the possibility of starting labor, the queen’s night (on the throne) was the pizza’s fault.
Melissa’s Birth
Just before leaving for maternity, I notice that my tampon had come out and that was when I started to think that maybe Mel was wanting to be born . I decided to pay attention to the signs that my body was giving and it was potato !! The pain came from the back to the front and with it the belly hardened. So I decided to schedule the frequency and the pains didn’t have much rhythm. Ten minutes, four minutes, half an hour, five minutes … I concluded that it was training contractions because I was dehydrated and we headed towards motherhood. Funny that we wait for a moment for 9 months and when it really arrives, we have a hard time dropping the plug and accepting that the time has come, right?
Passing through the screening to define the urgency of my case, I said that I was there because I had vomited and diarrhea and my doctor indicated taking serum (YES! I did not comment on the contractions, the pain or the tampon). The nurse then defined that my case was not urgent. I sat and waited, waited, waited, started to notice that everyone who arrived passed me in front of me. The pains tightened and I couldn’t wait to sit down anymore, I had to walk around the waiting room. I was terrified of having a bout of diarrhea and needing to use the bathroom in the hospital waiting room, what a shame! After HOURS, many hours of waiting, I was finally served by two GOs on duty. I explained what happened and also informed about the contractions, they made the touch and found that I had 1 dilation finger. After the touch, the doctor said she could bleed a little, but if she bleed like a menstruation, it wouldn’t be normal. They prescribed the serum, as requested by my doctor and also requested a cardiotocography. I left the consultation room and went straight to the medication room, where they put the serum down and performed the exam.
Just to situate you, I had arrived at the emergency room around noon, and received the serum at around 5 pm and waited again for the return and more chair tea! In the meantime I went to the bathroom and got a scare! I was losing blood, it wasn’t a little bit. I saw blood pellets in the vase and I was surprised, I had to ask for a nurse’s tampon… On my return, I had changed my duty and this time a serious doctor attended me. He looked at the result of the cardiotocography, checked my bleeding, did the touch again and referred me for an ultrasound. According to him “just to check” and did not go into details, but from then on the service was vapt-vupt.
I did the ultrasound and in minutes I was back in the doctor’s office again, who called my doctor and spoke several medical terms that I didn’t understand. And then my doctor wanted to talk to me on the phone and played the news: Mel would have to be born and it was not prudent to wait , “we need to solve it today” she said. I wish I had a mirror to see the color of my face at that moment! When I hung up the phone, a nurse appeared, who already seemed to know everything, and began to give me orders to remove her earrings, remove all clothes and say goodbye to her husband. That was when I cried and finally understood that the moment had indeed come. In a few hours I would see the little face that I had dreamed of all my life.
I put on that surgery outfit and was referred to receive an antibiotic before the procedure, due to the positive B streptococcus. My husband was referred to sign the admission documents. After that it was a matter of hours, I went up to the operating room and my doctor who had already arrived there, was all dressed up. The anesthesiologist explained to me what anesthesia would be like, an obstetrical nurse wanted to check Melissa’s heart rate (and I didn’t even know why) and suddenly I was there, on the operating table.
Childbirth
The anesthesia I received was spinal . I had to sit with my legs crossed and a nurse hugged my neck and forced it towards my chest, while the anesthetist passed a cold liquid on my back. After that, it was just the prick and soon I felt the hot liquid anesthetize the lower part of my body. In a few minutes I was already “open” and my husband was invited to enter the room, because everything was ready for Mel to be born and so it was. At 15 minutes of March 15, 2015, my little one arrived, weighing 2.805kg and measuring 46cm . There are no words that can describe the emotions I felt at that moment.
Birth Report
A mixture of joy, relief, gratitude to God and a lot of responsibility. I was able to spend a few minutes with my daughter close to me and then I was directed to the recovery room, where I stayed for approximately an hour and a half. There were a few other women there and it was a big, dark room. There, they monitored my heart rate, blood pressure and saturation and at all times a nurse asked me if everything was okay and if I could feel my legs already (I left the operating room already managing to move my legs). During the time I was in the recovery room, the baby was evaluated by the pediatrician and as soon as I was sent to the room, where my husband was waiting for me. They also released Melissa and at around 3 am, we had our first moment alone as a family, and that was just the beginning of a new life.
The next day, I asked my doctor what exactly had happened to the emergency room, she informed that the cardiotocologist indicated contractions of labor and fetal tachycardia, Mel’s heartbeat was unstable and the ultrasound confirmed decreased amniotic fluid (oligoamnium). I leave below the video of birth report and also clips of my birth, for those who want to have a look of how it was. And that was my story, when we thought we had everything planned, God decided that it was time for Melissa to be born. When He wanted, the way He wanted and despite the setbacks and scares, everything was perfect!
Priscilla Fontes Rocha, proud mom of Melissa.
See also: Normal Delivery After Cesarean Section! Débora Nunes
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.
