From May to February, 2005, I went to the Third Hospital of Zhongshan for prenatal examination. The results of B-ultrasound showed that amniotic fluid index was 6.5 (less than), and umbilical cord wrapped around neck 1 week. The doctor suggested immediate hospitalization. We are completely unprepared, but we still have great hopes for a natural birth. So we went home to discuss how to deal with it. In the afternoon, my mother accompanied me to get a haircut and make good prenatal preparations. My husband checked the information on the Internet and wanted to know if it was as serious as the doctor said (the doctor said that my expected date of delivery is May 2 1, and at present, the lack of amniotic fluid is not conducive to fetal growth, and it is easy to cause fetal asphyxia without hospitalization observation). Although the family members disagreed, they decided to be hospitalized the next day for the safety of the baby. In hindsight, it was the wisest decision. )
May, 2005 13, which is a day I will never forget. Early this morning, I just packed my luggage and went to the hospital with my husband. Check in at 9: 35 and change. 10: 00, Dr. Zhou in the inpatient department talked to us and said that he had read my birth check-up report and suggested cesarean section. At that time, we said that we hoped to give birth naturally, so (10: 30) the doctor gave me a series of examinations, including abdominal circumference, pelvic measurement, skin preparation, oxygen inhalation, fetal heart monitoring, umbilical blood flow and so on. /kloc-around 0/5: 00, Dr. Zhou told us that after a series of tests, I think my pelvic floor width has just reached the critical value, and the probability of natural delivery is relatively low (only about 30%), and there is little water (it is best to come out in these two days), while only 50% of the fetus enters the basin. Even with oxytocin, I don't know if the baby can start these two days. To sum up, I suggest that we have a caesarean section. We'll discuss it ourselves and then go. We analyzed the situation at that time, and for the safety of mother and child, no one dared to be careless, and finally decided to accept the doctor's advice. So, 16: 30, I signed a series of terms. When I decided to have a caesarean section, my mood suddenly relaxed a lot and I was no longer so nervous. I always tell myself that as long as the baby is born safely and smoothly, I can endure any hardships. I'm excited to see the baby soon!
My family was particularly worried when I learned that I was going to have surgery that night. I can't bear to cook dinner, let alone eat it. I arrived at the hospital before 7 o'clock. (My parents are new here, unfamiliar with Guangzhou, and have no mobile phone. They forgot to call us when they went out. ) This really worries me. I asked my husband to pick it up at the gate of the hospital in case they lost it. Fortunately, my husband received them smoothly, and it was distressing to see my parents coming in a hurry. I think only parents are good in the world. In the future, we must care more about them, be more filial to them and let them worry less about us. In order to reassure my parents, I showed rare courage and strength. Analysis shows that cesarean section is the most common operation at present, and Zhongshan Third Hospital is a big hospital in Guangzhou. I'm sure there's no problem with medical skills. The operation time is about 1 hour, and I will see my grandson soon. I also deliberately let them guess whether the baby is a boy or a girl, so that they can relax at once. Father definitely said it was a boy, and mother said it was "cunning". Judging from the figure, I guess it's a girl, and judging from the shape of the belly, I guess it's a boy. This is really not the answer. Before long, the second sister also took a pair of children to the hospital. I feel very warm with so many people supporting me.
At about 8 o'clock, the nurse informed me to make preoperative preparation. Step 1: Insert the catheter. Seriously, this taste is really hard, so painful. Step 2: inject sedatives. Step 3: Enter the operating room. My family followed me all the way when I entered the operating room. I have been favored since I was a child. My family always thinks that I am not growing up and I am always uneasy with me. In order to be strong and relax my elderly parents, I was a little scared and choked up, but I didn't let myself cry. I keep telling myself, be strong, it's okay. Mother said in my ear, "Be strong and brave". I don't remember what my father said to me at that time, but I remember his distressed eyes and encouraging eyes. This look has been deeply engraved in my mind and made me go through the whole operation. My husband can only walk me to the door of the operating room.
When I entered the operation door, I found it spacious and there was music to listen to. At 20: 20, I was pushed into the fifth operating room, and my mood was so complicated: worried, scared, nervous, lonely and helpless. Everything that comes next has to be faced alone. Everything that seemed brave and strong before coming in suddenly became so fragile.
Soon, doctors and nurses entered the operating room one after another. They all talked and laughed, and talked about some topics unrelated to the operation, as if they were talking about a TV series. In the eyes of doctors, they have been used to surgery and patients for a long time. But it is understandable that in their big hospital, there are so many patients every day, and several operations have to be done every day. It is strange that they are not numb. After the doctors took their positions, the anesthesiologist in green came up to me and asked me my name. How old is it? And put a nutrition needle in my hand, saying it was glucose water. I can't eat anything five minutes before the operation. I'm very hungry. Then, the anesthesiologist introduced me to the anesthesia needle before operation, stated what problems might be left over from the use of anesthesia, and asked me to sign the "consent form for anesthesia use". After I signed it, the anesthesiologist asked me if I wanted to use a "pain stick" and said that if I did, I would have to add hundreds of dollars, at my own expense, so I couldn't report it. I am disgusted with this and wonder why these things were not handled well before I came in. Now I'm lying in bed, and I'm going to be killed by you. There's nothing I can do but sign it. So, the anesthesiologist asked me to tuck my left knee. How hard it is for a pregnant woman! I struggled on the operating table for a long time, trying to cooperate, (like steamed shrimp. When the doctor disinfected my spine and prepared to give me an anesthetic, I whispered, "Doctor, please be gentle, I'm afraid." "This is a big hospital, not a rural clinic. You have to trust us, calm down, it's okay! " The doctor comforted me and said. I only feel that I have injected two needles into my spine. After a while, I felt an electric shock in my left foot, and my nerves slowly became paralyzed from my thigh to my lower limbs. I was clear-headed and told the doctor that my left foot was numb. The doctor said it was a drug reaction, normal. It didn't take long for all the lower limbs to lose consciousness and couldn't move if they wanted to. At this time, the anesthesiologist retired and the obstetrical surgeon officially went into battle. I recognized one of the female doctors as Song. They put a piece of cloth on the bracket above my head, blocking my view. I can't see the shadowless lamp on the operating table anymore, I can't see the expressions of the doctors, I can only listen. Then, I heard some instruments talking to the doctor and said, "It's strange that today is the fourth operation. Why is everyone rushing to have a baby today?" I hope there will be no more surgery. "There is also a pregnant woman below, and the fetal umbilical cord wraps around the neck for two weeks." No, I have to work overtime again today. ..... Over time, I just passively listened to their conversation, and sometimes I felt that my stomach was constantly being shaken. It's a big move, but it doesn't hurt at all At 9: 10, I heard a child crying, but I didn't realize it was my child. As the baby's crying became brighter and brighter, I began to suspect that my baby might have been born (but I'm not sure yet). Only one nurse said, "What a beautiful child! Come, show it to your mother. " So, the nurse held the child to my side and said to me, "This is your baby. Take a good look." I was lying in bed, but I couldn't see his face. In my impression, the outline of the baby's lips looks quite similar to mine. The skin is white and tender, unlike others. When the baby was born, it was red. I asked curiously, "Is it a boy or a girl?" The nurse said, "Look for it yourself." Say that finish, open the package of the baby's lower body and let me see: "boy"! I said. "Come on, let mom kiss the baby." I gave the baby a gentle kiss on the face. I don't know when tears have wet my eyes, and I am particularly excited. The doctor asked me, "What's the matter with you?" "No, I'm so excited." I'm embarrassed to answer. Next, the nurse took her son out to meet relatives and friends. When her son was carried outside the door, she suddenly cried loudly, as if to say hello to everyone: hello, I was born smoothly. (My parents-in-law recalled that when I first saw my son, I thought this grandson was so handsome! The skin is particularly white and tender. It's a handsome boy! Ha ha. )
My son was taken to the baby-friendly area for unified care. My operation is still going on and I have to sew the wound. At this moment, my heart is connected with my son, and I am thinking: What a surprise, how can it be a son? I always thought it was my daughter. I didn't want to know my gender through B-ultrasound at first, just for the surprise of this moment. It wouldn't be interesting if I had known. In fact, it really doesn't matter to us whether we have children or not. Looking at your own flesh and blood, you can't think so much. However, for my husband's family, we especially want boys. My husband has three brothers and my husband is the youngest. Both brothers have daughters. My mother-in-law pinned all her hopes on us. So, my son makes my face shine. This is the icing on the cake.
At 9: 37, after the operation, I was pushed out of the operating room and said to my relatives waiting outside, "I'm fine." I gave birth to a son, dad. You won the lottery. Only you guessed. " My relatives were relieved to see that my operation went smoothly and I was in good spirits.
As the doctor said, everyone was born on the same day, and there was no hospital bed as a result. I was temporarily placed in an extra bed (No.9) in the corridor. Maybe that's why the anesthetic is about to fail. I was shivering with cold, and the nurse covered me with two quilts, which didn't work. Cold came out of my heart, my feet were cold and numb, and I couldn't move. I lay flat on the bed, thirsty and chapped lips. I was so hungry that I asked the nurse to give me some water, but I was told not to eat or drink for 8 hours after operation. God, I started fasting six hours before the operation. It's really hard! )。 My whole body began to ache. Before that, the discomfort and pain such as catheterization had already become a pediatrician, and my attention had already shifted to a more painful place, but I couldn't tell which part was the most uncomfortable. In short, the real pain has just begun. Maybe this is what people call postpartum pain. My husband went through the relevant formalities and reluctantly left the hospital. The hospital stipulates that family members can't accompany them, so they should ask the hospital nurse for help. ) I know this night will be the longest night of my life. Next, the nurse helped me put on the pad. Maybe lochia is coming out soon. Gradually, I felt the pain of the wound unbearable. Because I was lying flat for too long, I wanted to exercise my body, but I found that I had no strength at all. All the organs in my body seemed to be out of order, and the wound was torn open at once! Ah! Can't help but cry out. I have to lie down and have an intravenous drip, and only one hand can move. I can only close my eyes. People come and go in the corridor, the lights are bright and noisy, and there are bursts of crying in the baby's room, sometimes high and sometimes low. I don't even have my watch and phone, so I can't make a phone call, and I don't even know what time it is. Boring! I am sleepy but can't sleep, and my mood is extremely bad! How painful! So helpless! If I had known that the hospital wouldn't let my family stay at night, I wouldn't have given birth here. I managed to stay up until 6 o'clock in the morning, and the nurse came to help me change my clothes and wash my face (scribble casually). I'm sore all over and I can't move. How sad and terrible it is to think that a person can't take care of himself alive!
My son is in the nursery a few meters away, but I can't see him. The baby has been crying. They must be hungry, and their mother is not here. They must not be used to it. Listening to the baby's crying, my heart is so uncomfortable! Son, mom's baby, are you okay? Mom misses you very much. We finally met smoothly. I hope you will grow up happily and live a happy and healthy life!