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With great pleasure I present the post of the birth report of Tainara, reader and friend of Changing Diapers! Despite all the difficulties, Tainara has known the greatest love in the world and wants to live that moment again. Thank you for leaving your story here Tainara, a kiss for you and Dudu!
My birth was natural, but I also had some difficulties … Well, I spent my pregnancy in Minas Gerais in a small town. At first we thought it would be better to spend the pregnancy in a quieter place… My mother-in-law lives on a farm that is close to the city and my husband invited me to go there and then we went. The pregnancy was relatively smooth, aside from the fact that I gained a lot of weight, and I was also very swollen. Not to mention urinary infections, which left me hospitalized twice, but so far so good.
I did all the prenatal care with a very attentive and well-attended doctor in the city, but the problem is that he was always traveling because he also worked in São Paulo. When the expected delivery date was approaching, I talked to him and asked if he would be in the city on the expected delivery date (I was already unsure) and he said yes, that I could be calm. He said I was very anxious and he told me that at my last prenatal visit. I went home and I was very swollen and very tired. A week went by… On 11/19/2008 (Wednesday), I started to feel mild cramps, then my tampon came off. After that I started bleeding, we got worried and went to the hospital. When I got there, where’s the doctor who was accompanying me? (detail, he was the only GO in the city). He had traveled to SP and to my despair! The doctors decided to check me in and wait until the doctor came back.
That day there were only cardiologists, orthopedists, dentists, anesthesiologists in the hospital, but there was no gynecologist. They held me there and put me in a cold room without the right to eat, drink water (because they didn’t know if it was going to be a C-section) and go to the bathroom alone (because of the bleeding). By that time, I was already in a lot of pain ,but my dilation was very slow and they didn’t want to deliver. They said that I was young (18 years old) strong and that I could take it and that they would hold anything if the baby came out. I stayed in this hospital on Wednesday (11/19/2008) and on Thursday (11/20/08). When it was on Friday (11/21/08) at 5:30 am I freaked out! I told my husband that I could no longer stand without eating for exactly 3 days. He was without water and everything and the only thing those nurses did was to apply Buscopan in the vein (which was of no use) and they did the touch all the time. When I reached my limit, I decided that I would not let anyone touch me , and that if they didn’t get me out of there, I would leave alone even with that terrible pain.
When it was about 7:00 in the morning, my mother-in-law arrived to save me. She made a scene at the hospital, and the nurses said she was looking for places at the hospital in the neighboring city. My mother-in-law revolted when she saw me so weak, with her arms all pierced from both taking veins and applying medicine and serum. So far, I only had 6 dilation fingers and the bag still hadn’t broken … after my mother-in-law scandals and threats, they quickly found a place in the neighboring city.And I was hopeless, I went to the other hospital and I couldn’t take it anymore… I arrived at the other hospital, everything was different, I already had 8 dilation fingers…. I was attended by the hospital director who was also GO. He was very indignant at the treatment I had at the previous hospital. I went to the room and they offered me food but I didn’t want to because it was with strong contractions and that only increased! I arrived at this hospital at 10:30 am, and when it was at 13:55 pm on 11/21/2008 my son was born!
It was three days of pure suffering and at the time of delivery, my placenta gave me a job to remove it. But in the end everything worked out. I went home the next day 11/22/08, very tired, but relieved and thankful that nothing happened to my baby. Although I have been through all this, I do not give up having another baby and I say that it was all worth it! When I looked at Dudu’s face, I forgot all the suffering I went through to bring him into the world! Tainara, mother of Dudu’s wife and professional. Regular reader of the blog Trocando Fraldas.
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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.
