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Seven years had passed since the birth of my first daughter, Mel. But all the fears and traumas generated by her delivery were very much alive and current in me. I no longer thought about having children not because I wanted to be a mother again, but because I was not willing to go through that nightmare again. But Mel herself began to question why she had no siblings and, through almost tireless and daily requests, she asked me to become pregnant. I confess that I was reluctant and often replied that she would have no brothers, that she would be the only princess in the house!
But that request was planted like a seed in my heart and something started to move me. I started to pay attention to the pregnant women around me and it seemed that everywhere I went, the subject was the same, pregnancy!
At this time I was already working at home, as I had adapted my work for home office to be able to take care of Mel with peace of mind. So the idea of having a new baby would not be so bad and it would be possible to cope even when working. In a conversation with her husband on the subject, he immediately replied that it would be nice to have a new baby. I confess I was scared!
I took the AC for 7 years without a break and that day we decided together that I would stop! I thought about making an appointment with the gynecologist, but I was very busy that week, I decided to postpone even without taking the contraceptive. I always heard of the difficulty of women who took the CA for a long time to get pregnant, that until the medicine left the body would take some time, but to our surprise our positive was in a hurry lol. Two weeks later I went to the center of SP by metro to solve some things and on the way back I felt very bad, it was a strange feeling and accompanied by a desire to eat uncontrollable Greek barbecue (I was never able to eat lol) that put me several fleas behind the ear. However, I was not late yet and there were almost 10 days to go down yet!
I didn’t take it seriously, I thought it was normal, the heat and the metro. But as the days went by the nausea only increased, I could no longer eat properly and I decided to do a pharmacy exam. I bought the night and decided to do it the next day with the first urine of the day, but I found it very difficult to be pregnant! Early in the morning I went to the bathroom and took the test, which to my despair appeared the second line almost imperceptible. It was not possible, the test had gone wrong !! The line appeared, but it was very clear, I couldn’t understand the result !!
I was so desperate that I called the manufacturer of the test and informed them what had happened. The technician who attended me was super kind and answered clearly, if you gave a line even though very clear you are pregnant! Congratulations, Mommy! My first congratulations were on the phone by the pharmacy test lab technician kkkk
I called the husband and gave him the news, he thought he was wrong and asked me to go to the laboratory to do the blood test. I went immediately! The exam took a few minutes and then came out, MY POSITIVE! I was a smoker and my cigarette pack was thrown in the lab’s trash, after all, I was going to be a mommy again!
The pregnancy went smoothly, everything seemed like a beautiful dream! I gained little weight and felt like the most beautiful and special woman in the world. With each exam and prenatal consultation I heard that everything was fine. But my dream lasted until the 8th month of pregnancy when I was sent by GO to do a routine ultrasound.
During the procedure, the doctor informed me that I should seek maternity immediately, as my baby was in fetal distress and had no more liquid. In addition, it was too small for gestational age. I was terrified and from the clinic I went immediately to the office of my obstetrician who, when looking at the exam, did not think twice and made the emergency delivery referral. We had already talked about the delivery and as my insurance did not cover the delivery with her I would not pay, it was decided to give birth on duty. She, without saying a lot of words, just told me to go to the hospital at that moment and they needed to get my baby out.
I couldn’t stop crying, my dream was falling apart! I arrived at the Asunción maternity hospital, where I had already visited and chosen to deliver my baby. The on-duty doctor received me immediately, looked at the exams and then examined me. He thought the situation was strange, because on physical examination my fluid seemed to be normal. They repeated the ultrasound in the maternity ward and to our surprise, the report informed everything to the contrary! The baby was huge, I had a lot of fluids and she was fine! The doctor on duty refused to take it off saying that she would be in more danger outside here than inside my belly!
Who to trust? Who to believe? In the doctor who accompanied me during the whole pregnancy or the one I was getting to know in that second? We left the maternity bewildered, but my heart was not calm I needed to hear another opinion! We went to another maternity hospital, the second option on the list of choices and there we were treated by another on-duty doctor who checked the exams, examined me and again asked for a new ultrasound.
The third ultrasound gave exactly like the second, my baby was fine !! But my heart was not reassured, after all the first report was given by the clinic that I did all the pregnancy exams and that I fully trusted and was directed by my obstetrician who trusted too much! We returned home, but the next day I went back to the Asuncion maternity hospital, which luckily I was the same on duty! She saw my despair, my fear, my dread of something happening to my baby in my eyes and by God she put herself in my place . He asked me to calm down even though I knew it was kind of impossible at that moment and did something not very common for a duty worker.
He took a calendar and wrote down on a paper every day of his shift until I was 40 weeks pregnant. On this day I was still 35 weeks old and I still had the ground to get there, however, seeing that I could no longer be accompanied by my obstetrician and desperate as I was, she suggested to continue my prenatal. Being there inside the maternity ward, it is easier to do exams on the spot and anything to go to the delivery room. So we went and I went to the maternity hospital every 2 or 3 days, just for her to examine me , do a cardiotoco and see that everything was fine with the baby. It was a tiring marathon, my exhausted husband came home from work and still had to take me, but all to make sure our little baby was fine.
Our last consultation happened at 38 weeks and 6 days, I already had two fingers of dilation and I already felt many contractions of training, she decided to give a “little help” and take off my placenta to accelerate the labor . I was no longer able to sleep properly due to anxiety, tiredness and back pain, but I was aware that the time was coming! 4 days passed and the contractions were increasing, that day I was 39 weeks old and 3 days I didn’t feel very well, a bad feeling, an intense back pain, I couldn’t get up early and the husband put a bag before work of hot water on my back.
I got up around 10 am and asked my oldest daughter to turn on the shower and put a stool for me to sit on, since the pains were so severe that I couldn’t stand up. So I stayed for about an hour and a half, sitting in the shower. I started to count and the contractions were already rhythmic, but they were still very widely spaced, but I couldn’t stay there anymore, alone with Mel who was only 7 years old. I asked her to call her father and come and take me , and in about 15 minutes the husband arrived and we were off! I left Mel at grandma’s and we went to maternity!
The obstetrician on duty was not the one who was accompanying me, but it was found that she was in active labor. They made me hospitalized and made it clear my desire for a normal delivery, even though I was traumatized by the subject. But I did not want under any circumstances that they put me “in the sorinho”, because it remembered the damage of oxytocin in the delivery of Mel. The hours passed, in the pre-delivery room other women were arriving, one of them gave birth to me and I watched everything lol.
It had already been 4 hours, the pain was intense and I couldn’t even lie down anymore. He walked from side to side, showered and started walking again. The on-duty doctor who accompanied me came on duty to my delight and there I gave up normal birth, I was too tired and when examining myself I still had only 4 fingers dilated. If I already felt so much pain with 4 fingers, my God, I would not be able to go through that nightmare all over again! I decided, then, for the cesarean section!
Prepared room, they sent me calmly and husband was already at the door to enter. I was very afraid of anesthesia and the caring anesthetist asked me to burn it and at this moment it was applied, I felt absolutely nothing! It was all very fast, the doctor talked to me reassuring me and just asked me not to say too much. In a few minutes I felt one of the best feelings in life, my baby’s crying. They brought it still dirty and put it under my face, I managed to kiss it, smell it, I was so touched… I was living that moment with respect, the way I had dreamed!
My Lunna was born weighing 3,280 with 49 cm of cesarean delivery! I really wish I had a normal birth, but knowing my limits and respecting my traumas brought my daughter to the world the way I managed and it was beautiful! Today I am the happiest and most fulfilled mother in the world, I have two beautiful princesses and I experienced and fulfilled my heart’s wishes! My dreams were realized with their birth!
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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.
