How does the husband feel when his wife gives birth in the delivery room?

Don't laugh when I say it. My father went to bed when he gave birth to Bao.

I rushed to the hospital in the middle of the night 12, and the doctor could not give birth after examination. I was asked to wait in the delivery room.

I can't sleep in pain, and my husband snores in bed. It is no use trying to wake him up. He sleeps with him, and I bite my teeth alone.

The next afternoon, I entered the delivery room and my husband was waiting outside. I didn't realize the pain. At half past five in the afternoon, the baby was born. I heard my husband say that he was born outside, and his voice was full of laughter.

After leaving the delivery room, it was just right to listen to my husband. I was born in sleep when I first arrived (my home is far away, and only my husband delivered the baby alone).

I said, "Are you still sleeping when I am in such pain?" My husband says I have to have a good rest before I can take care of you. I comforted myself that it was useless to be angry. He's awake. We'll settle accounts with him later.

He also said that since I gave you to the doctor, I trusted the doctor, and it was useless for me to stay outside.

Out of the hospital, a friend came to visit. My friend said that my wife gave birth to a child for three days and three nights. He stayed with me for three days and nights. I was envious at that time, saying that Bao Dad slept when I gave birth.

My husband argued that he didn't sleep, so he changed from love rat to black and white to be a good man outside the delivery room. I have no proof, so let him say so.

There is no perfect person, husband and wife tolerate each other, want to divorce, and make do.

Some people say that it is the same for anyone to get married, and it is true. Whoever follows them is also running in with each other and living the life they want together.

Pig Mom: Happy stay-at-home mom, periodical author. Mother pig tries to be herself every day and strives for a little progress every day.

As a mother who has given birth to two children, I have never interviewed her husband, but I can still know a thing or two according to the experience of accompanying her.

Husband is unsmiling, dedicated and responsible for the family. People who are not close to him look cold when they see him. I often think he is not romantic.

When I gave birth to the boss, I accompanied him for more than a dozen birth checks. The hospital in the town where I live is average. Since I got pregnant, I have been to the hospital in the city every time, 200 miles away from home, and my husband drove me there.

I have been in a 3A public hospital, approaching the expected date of delivery, and want to book the delivery room in advance. I couldn't decide, so I changed to a private hospital, booked a production package and booked a single room.

My family can accompany me when I give birth, so my husband will come in to accompany me. From the delivery room to the delivery, he accompanied me for a day or two, because I insisted on a natural delivery, and he had a problem with me. I felt wronged and wanted to cry.

After hard work, he finally entered the delivery room and began to produce. He prepared a red bull, chocolate and a straw cup, holding me in one hand and giving me energy at any time. Really witnessed the process of working hard with me and shouted for me.

It has nothing to do with son preference. At that moment, for us, the child was healthy and I was really born. It was really touching.

When I gave birth to the boss, I was in the same hospital and delivery room. It was also born by my husband.

The second child is familiar, and the route is the same. When he reacted, he quickly picked up his bag and rushed to the hospital. Because it is a second child, the journey is nearly 2 hours, and I am afraid of being born on the road.

After giving birth, I didn't care about the sex of the child, and the midwife didn't say anything. I asked the boys and girls before replying to me.

This sentence may be true. Because he witnessed the pain of my two deliveries and stayed with me all the time, and it was the first time I saw the baby when it was born.

In this case, it may save a lot of worry and anxiety. So if you can, it's better for my husband to stay with me. At least I'm not so scared psychologically. I'm relieved to have one more person to take care of me.

Some people say that the experience of production is unbearable and too painful. In fact, for me, although the labor pains before delivery are very painful and the delivery is very uncomfortable, I still feel very happy and happy when I think about this experience later.

Tell me how I feel. My wife has a stomachache at 9 o'clock in the evening, 10 o'clock, and she is still sweating. I hurried downstairs to drive. My mother-in-law lived in her new home for a while, and my parents went back to their hometown. She helped me pack my things, and I took my papers and money. Bags just haven't say that finish, running all the way went downstairs and drove to the gate downstairs. My daughter-in-law got on the bus and went straight to the hospital. Fortunately, she stepped on the floor in advance and knew which floor to go to. I went to the clinic to register and pay, and then I went back upstairs. It was on the fourth floor, and my family signed a confession about 7788. 1 1 A daughter-in-law was pushed into the delivery room, accompanied by her mother-in-law. I was blocked out of the delivery room and the nurse arranged the ward. I quickly moved my bag upstairs. There are so many things that a person really has to run several times. At that time, a dozen drunk police officers came in the lobby on the first floor and fought. My daughter-in-law is crying and making noise. At that time, I was preoccupied with my daughter-in-law and children, and my mood was particularly calm. Lilisoso moved one thing after another. I was impressed that the police looked at me several times and wore it through the crowd. After cleaning up properly, the mother-in-law called the child to send clothes, and the urine was not wet. Because my mother-in-law is wearing clean clothes and can walk around, I can only walk back and forth at the door of the delivery room. At that time, I was nervous, excited and sweaty, praying for the safety of mother and son. 12 o'clock, when I heard my daughter-in-law shouting outside, my mother-in-law was also very nervous. /kloc-at 0: 20, the child's first cry came. I know the little guy came into this world, but the boys and girls don't. I don't know what happened to my daughter-in-law, but neither my midwife nor my mother-in-law came out. If you don't know the specific situation, you will be on tenterhooks and wait anxiously. Later, I learned that the mother needs to rest and the child is safe. This wait is three hours. At three o'clock in the morning, adults and children came out together, and the daughter-in-law had blood under her body. She is weak and the children are normal. Later, my mother-in-law helped to deal with it and nursed it back to health. My mother came to take care of it for a few days and gradually recovered. The hardest part is the time when I was born. My life is really at stake. My daughter-in-law gave birth naturally, and it's nothing serious. I can only say that I am too nervous. After the daughter-in-law came out, she didn't sleep that night or during the day. She persisted for 27 hours, including hot water, food, towels, washbasins, bags, pajamas, blankets and bags. The more fully prepared things are, the less nervous she is. Being a father for the first time, I am nervous and excited, and more is joy.

Husband said he didn't have time to feel. 1 I saw red abdominal pain in the morning. I went to the hospital after breakfast because there was a little less amniotic fluid. As a result, it didn't hurt much in the afternoon. My husband and I are very relaxed in the ward watching TV. It hurts from time to time since midnight, and it hurts more and more. I got up and walked to speed up my contractions, and my husband was sleeping in my hospital bed. The next morning, I opened my fingers and continued to walk. Let my husband get off and take the luggage to the ward. He said it wasn't that fast. I'll get it later and continue to brush my mobile phone. After lunch, I went to do fetal monitoring according to the doctor's instructions. It was found that the fetal monitor kept alarming and the fetal heart rate was too fast. I happened to meet the obstetrical director who came to see the nurse who helped me with fetal monitoring. When you saw my situation, you immediately gave me an internal examination and found that I had two fingers open. But please ask the nurse to transfer me to the delivery room at once. My husband was playing with his mobile phone in my original ward, and then I was taken directly into the delivery room by the nurse. She went to inform my husband to prepare baby clothes, diapers and adult diapers. At that time, it suddenly occurred to me that the bag that I just didn't have seemed to have only disposable diapers and postpartum pads, and there were no adult diapers. I thought of telling my husband to buy it nearby, but the nurse wouldn't let me go out and didn't bring my cell phone. Then, I endured the pain in the delivery room myself, worried that my husband who had never taken care of anything could get all those things together. After more than an hour, I finally brought those items in and gave them to the nurse.

After 5 o'clock, the nurse went out to look for my family at the door and asked for dinner for me. As a result, no one was there. Let me call when you come back. I said I didn't bring my cell phone. Fortunately, at 6 o'clock, the guy asked the nurse for rice and soup and asked him to bring it in for me to eat.

After seeing that my pain was unbearable, the nurse wanted to find her family to see if she needed to accompany the baby. As a result, no one was at the door.

I didn't have a stomachache until 8 o'clock in the evening, and the baby was born at 9 o'clock. After the treatment, the nurse said that she would take the baby out to show it to her father. Several midwives and nurses joked that I don't know if I will find my family when I go out.

After more than ten minutes, the nurse came back with her child in her arms and said that there were finally family members outside. Oh dear ~ ~

Later, when I returned to the ward, I asked my husband, where have they all gone? The nurse always said she couldn't find my family. He said, "honey, I never stop. Suddenly told me that you were in the delivery room and asked me to find those baby clothes. I quickly got off the bus and picked up the box you prepared. It took me a long time to find what the nurse wanted, and then I didn't have your diaper, so I bought it. Mom and dad have been calling to ask about the situation. Then I was afraid that you were hungry, so I hurried home to bring you dinner. Then, the nurse asked me to change the wards, and changed all the wards upstairs and downstairs. Just finished, my mother said she would come to the hospital, so I went back to drive my mother. As soon as I got back to the hospital, the nurse took the baby out ... "So, my husband didn't have time to feel it!

I am the mother of two children. After giving birth to two children, my husband's performance is different.

( 1)

When I gave birth for the first time, I was in Beijing Maternity Hospital.

At that time, they were all independent delivery rooms, and there was no need to pay extra. The hardware conditions are very good.

My husband said he would accompany me to have a baby.

I went to the hospital when the water broke in the morning, and there were no regular contractions at noon, but I had to stay in bed because of the water break, and I was not allowed to walk around casually. My husband bought lunch, and I was a little dissatisfied, because he bought few ribs, which I felt was not enough. Ha ha.

Regular contractions began in the middle of the night, and my husband carefully recorded the interval and duration of each contraction with a small notebook given by the nurse.

When I feel very painful, I ask my husband to call a nurse and let go of a few fingers.

My husband asked me, "honey, can you hold on a little longer?" If it is not enough, it is a waste of time to check. If it can enter the delivery room, but it hasn't arrived yet, I can't see it if you go to the delivery room alone. It's so uncomfortable! "

So, I put up with it for a while and felt that I couldn't stand it anymore, so I asked my husband to call a nurse.

The nurse came, and after seven fingers, she said she could enter the delivery room.

Then, I understood what my husband said.

Although the seven fingers can enter the delivery room, there is still a period of time from the seven fingers to the ten fingers, which needs me to bear alone.

A person slowly moved to the delivery room, struggling to climb into bed, waiting for the feeling of defecation.

Someone next to him shouted, "I feel like shit, doctor, please take a look at it for me!" " "

The doctor came and looked at it: "No, just eight fingers, and wait until you find the stool really unbearable!" " "

I will endure it quietly and don't have to shout, because I think shouting is really a waste of energy.

I don't know how long it took, but I finally couldn't help it. I called the doctor, and after seeing it, the doctor pushed me into the independent delivery room. On the way, I said to her, "My husband wants to accompany the baby. Please go through the formalities for my husband."

The nurse said, "OK, I'll find someone to handle it for him."

As a result, my husband came in after I gave birth.

I was in the independent delivery room, holding my son and lying for two hours. The food and drinks are on the cupboard nearby, but I just can't reach them. The mobile phone is not holding the mobile phone, and there is nothing I can do.

Hungry and thirsty, so hard!

When I pushed it out, I saw my husband waiting at the door.

My husband was recording while watching me with his mobile phone. My husband, who has been very talkative and funny, suddenly became silly, giggled and couldn't say a word.

It was only after watching me for a long time that he remembered to ask, "Where is our baby?"

I thought to myself, I finally remembered that child. So, he smiled and said, "In the quilt, I supported it with my hands to avoid blowing."

Back to the ward, my mother took care of the baby and my husband took care of me.

I asked my husband: Why don't you come in with the baby?

Husband said: no one came to accompany me through the labor procedure at all.

During that time, doctors and nurses were very busy, and no one had time to help me. There are not enough doctors on the seventh floor. They sent some doctors and nurses from the eighth and sixth floors. There were too many women giving birth at that time. I didn't know you had been born for a long time until you tried to push it out.

Mom couldn't sit still, so she ate while waiting. I bought pancakes, and my mother didn't eat them.

I am very reassured about your health, and I feel very practical, so I just sit there and eat alone.

But when the doctor said you were born, I suddenly couldn't sit still and couldn't eat any more. I really want to see you soon, to know how you are, and to go back and forth quickly.

Mom and I are just the opposite. Knowing that you gave birth smoothly, she sat down and began to eat pancakes. Look at me in a hurry, she still thinks it's quite interesting, haha. ...

(2)

When I gave birth to Bauer, I was born in a hospital in my hometown.

My husband was working in Qingdao at that time, and my daughter responded in advance, 12 days in advance. I was accompanied by my parents, uncles and aunts at that time.

After 9 o'clock in the morning, I called my husband: "Honey, what are you doing?"

My husband said, "I'm very busy. I'm going to have a meeting soon." what can I do for you? Simply put. "

I said, "Nothing, I just want you to know that I gave birth to a daughter for you."

After listening, my husband lost his voice again. He didn't say a word for a long time, haha.

I took my time, quietly waiting for his response, and then I heard my husband say, "Wait a minute, wait a minute, I'll call you back later."

I put the phone down and smiled. The man was so happy that he didn't know what to do.

After ten minutes, I finally realized that my husband called me again. This is normal: "Honey, when was it born?" Break the water first or see the red first? Who went with you? How long were you born? When did you go to the hospital? How much does the daughter weigh? How are you feeling? ……"

He seems to have postponed the meeting and asked me details one by one. Enough questions. He hung up and went to work.

Later, his friend told me that after my husband answered my phone, he excitedly said to his colleagues around him: I have a daughter! Great! My wife has a daughter!

His friend said that my husband's happiness at that time was almost announced all over the world!

Moreover, he actually changed his QQ signature. This person's QQ signature hasn't changed once in several years. That day, my husband directly changed it to: My wife gave birth to a daughter, so happy!

I had a caesarean section, so my husband didn't wait outside for long. The next month, when I walked into the operating room with toilet paper, he told me. He is very ugly about my back. I feel like he abandoned me. During the operation, my mother-in-law was chatting with an aunt, and she was not even in the mood to listen. Just anxiously waiting for the news of the operating room. After hearing the child crying, he didn't care whether it was a boy or a girl, just wanted to know if I was okay. I believe what he said. Because when I finally walked out of the operating room, he followed me. Say in my ear: Wife, you have worked hard.

So, now sometimes he can't stand it. But considering his performance at the critical moment, I forgive him.

The year before last, my husband had a pimple on his ass and needed a minor operation. There is a door between the operating room and the obstetric operating room. While I was waiting for my husband, there were still many people waiting for the parturient. I feel relatively relaxed knowing that there is no risk in his operation. But a strong man sitting next to me sleeps with his head up in a chair, which is easier than me! After a while, the door of the operating room opened and someone's family came to pick up the children. I called four or five times, but no one answered. Everyone looked at each other. You look at me, I look at you. Since it is not, it should be the family of the sleeping person. A man woke up the strong man, and it was him when the nurse asked. The nurse complained a few words. I wonder if his daughter-in-law knows about it afterwards?