Women induced labor to talk about mood.

Originally a painful experience, I don't want to repeatedly uncover the scars and continue to indulge in grief. But no matter how painful it is, it belongs to you. You have to face it head-on, so writing this article can be regarded as putting an end to this experience and burying the pain in your heart. Forget it, forget it, and don't forget it! Life goes on!

202 1 at the beginning of February, I noticed that my period was late, so I took a pregnancy test. My husband had to go to the bathroom to witness that day. I don't think so. I thought we tried so many times and failed. We can't be so lucky this time. I poured urine on a pregnancy test stick, handed it to my husband without looking, and brushed my teeth while washing my face. Later, my husband asked me expectantly what the two red lines meant. I said casually, of course, I'm pregnant. My husband says these are two red lines! We won the lottery! I thought he was lying to me. I took a pregnancy test stick and saw that it was two red lines. I looked at my husband excitedly and said, Wow, I'm really pregnant! The mood at that time was really unspeakable excitement, happiness and shyness! I'm finally going to be a mother! My husband is equally excited and excited. Even after half an hour, he went to the toilet, picked up the pregnancy test stick from the trash can and watched it again and again. He told me that it seems that the color has deepened. I know it is stable.

Later, we had another check-up, went to the hospital and found that we were pregnant. My husband and I excitedly told the news to our parents, and finally we were not promoted by our parents.

By the fifth week of pregnancy, I began to have obvious pregnancy, and I began to realize that it was not easy for women. Don't eat, worry about no nutrition, still hungry. Let's eat. I can't eat greasy food. You can only eat boiled water with pickles every day. My parents are also worried that my body can't eat, and try to cook dishes that suit my appetite. My husband is also more concerned about me, always getting up in the middle of the night to get me food, and basically won't let me do anything.

In the seventh week of pregnancy, I helped my grandfather carry a heavy wheelchair, and brown secretions flowed that evening, scaring my husband to check all kinds of information, fearing that the baby would not stay. The next day, the shop was very busy. I had an appointment with my husband to go to the hospital at 9: 00, but I couldn't get away with it because customers kept coming, so I had to accept it all. My husband was very angry that day and felt that I was irresponsible for my health. I also blamed myself, but fortunately, the doctor said that I had a fetal heart. I went back and observed it, and there was no problem in the follow-up.

I have been working hard until I am pregnant 13 weeks. I spent every day in various morning sickness and even fainted once. My husband and I discussed it and decided to go back to Yunnan to have a baby. I also miss my mother's cooking. Maybe I will have a better appetite when I come back. So we set off for Yunnan, and our appetite began to recover slowly. We raise our baby with peace of mind every day and have regular physical examinations. Nt and Tang sieve passed smoothly. But never imagined that happiness was stuck in the four-dimensional abnormal examination.

On May 27th, I was pregnant for 23 weeks and went to the Municipal People's Hospital for examination as scheduled. Because the baby didn't cooperate, the doctor checked it twice and said that some places were unclear and needed to be re-examined. In fact, my heart thumped at that time, and I had a premonition that there was a problem. May 3 1, thinking that tomorrow is Children's Day, the baby must cooperate with the doctor well, and as a gift for Children's Day, it must be good. Lying on the examination bed again with a feeling of anxiety. This time, two doctors are checking. Listening to the doctor's conversation, I feel more and more uneasy. I know there must be something wrong with the baby. After a long time, the doctor told me that the baby had three problems! (Cleft lip and palate, small chin, left hand may be deformed) Of course, I feel that my heart has been hit hard, tears are rolling in my eyes, and I can resist my inner discomfort and ask the doctor in detail about the severity. My mother was waiting at the door when she came out of the examination room. When she saw that I didn't come out, she seemed to realize something and asked me how I was. At that time, I was so sad that I couldn't speak, so I said something and went to the obstetric registration office to have a look. Although there is still a little luck in my heart, I know that the baby may not be able to stay, and every step and second on the way to obstetrics feels particularly long. I know that cleft lip and palate means that the child will face many operations after birth; I know that the deformity of the child's left hand means that he will face a lot of ridicule in the future. I don't understand why this happened to me.

In the doctor's office, although the doctor said that the technology of cleft lip and palate repair is very advanced, she also said that it is better to check it out now, not too late, and it is better than knowing it after birth. Let me plan ahead, in fact, the doctor has hinted very clearly. . . . .

On the way home, I hardly said a word. I pulled down my hat and cried silently. The whole mask is wet. I began to find out on various softwares how the mothers who had similar experiences made decisions, how likely the baby was to recover after birth under such abnormal circumstances, what was the reason for this abnormality, and whether she had done anything to hurt the baby. I don't want to talk to anyone after telling my husband the test results. When I got home, I hid in my room and cried silently. The baby seems to feel my sadness and has been moving around in his stomach. I think that day was the darkest day of my life.

My husband booked a plane ticket for the next day and rushed to Yunnan. I went to pick him up, changed to another hospital by the way, and went to the Municipal Maternal and Child Health Hospital for re-examination. The doctor asked me not to give up. Must I check again? I can't help crying again. When I lay on the examination table again and watched the baby moving around on the monitor, my heart was not firm again. Maybe I wasn't so serious when I was born. However, this is how fate plays tricks on people. This review is clearer than the last one. The baby's left hand is missing three fingers, and the cleft lip and palate is still quite serious. All the doctors advised me to give up, not to regret it when I was born and let my children suffer.

Although I feel much calmer under the guidance of my husband, and I know I can't escape, I am always sad when I feel the fetal movement in my stomach.

Decided to induce labor on June 3. I heard from my family that doctors in Chinese medicine hospitals have a very good attitude and won't kill patients, so I decided to go to Chinese medicine hospitals for hospitalization. In the afternoon, I got an induction needle in my stomach and began to wait for contractions.

There was a heavy rain that afternoon. A big rainbow appeared in the sky after the rainstorm. I said to my husband, look, the rainbow is coming, and we are going to take our baby back to the sky.

On the afternoon of June 4, the pain of uterine contraction began to appear, and the baby was a little active in his stomach for a while. But the fetal movement slowly disappeared and was replaced by clearer uterine contraction pain. At eleven o'clock in the evening, I clung to the edge of the bed in pain and prayed that the palace door would open quickly. My husband has been massaging my back, which can relieve the pain a little. After one o'clock in the morning, I can't stand my husband staying up with me like this. I can only tell him to sleep and tell him that I want to sleep for a while, too. However, the pain is getting worse and worse, and I can't sleep easily. At three or four o'clock in the morning, I walked around the ward alone, and I couldn't help it anymore. I woke my husband up and walked with me in the corridor.

Looking at the time in the corridor, I feel that every minute is suffering, waiting for the doctor to get up and check the palace door for me. At half past six, the nurse got up and took me to check the palace gate. I didn't expect it to hurt so much When the nurse put her whole hand in, she felt as if she had been stabbed in the lower body with a knife, and she couldn't help howling in pain. I thought I could give birth, the nurse said coldly. The palace mouth wouldn't open at all. You will be in pain for at least ten hours. Be patient. Go back to the ward to sleep, cheer up, eat something and replenish your strength. More painful things are yet to come.

After listening to the voice of despair, I reluctantly returned to the ward and barely ate a few mouthfuls of porridge. I was really sleepy after staying up all night, and fell asleep after lying in bed for a few seconds. But I can't be alone in the pain of contractions. More and more intense and frequent pain came, and I woke up in my sleep. My husband came to comfort me in time. At that time, I really wanted to die, and I kept moaning and crying, but the doctor only opened one finger to check the cervix and begged the doctor to give me an injection to relieve the pain. The doctor said that I was the first child and never gave birth. Induced labor is the same as giving birth to a child, and I have to go through the process of opening the uterus. However, normal delivery is always a ripe melon, and the baby will come out with his mother in his stomach. You will definitely suffer a lot more than normal delivery. However, the pain becomes more severe after the drug is used. I feel like my waist is about to break, like I was hit by a heavy hammer. Physical pain, coupled with mental torture, makes sleepy eyes hard to open. I closed my eyes and fell asleep between contractions for a few seconds, dreaming constantly, and then I was awakened by pain.

It's almost noon 12, my mother is coming, and I can't hold it any longer when I see my mother coming. I started crying and said I couldn't take it anymore. Give me an anesthetic and take it out. I can't hold on any longer. The doctor couldn't take me to the delivery room to check the palace gate, but only opened two fingers. The doctor said, hold on, at least four fingers can give birth. I have been in pain for more than ten hours. I really can't hold on, and I started to make random efforts. The doctor said not to use too much force, or it will tear the cervix and cause massive bleeding! But at that time, I couldn't listen to these things. I tried my best. I felt the fetus in the vagina. The doctor quickly asked my husband to carry me to the delivery bed. Cry loudly in bed, and the fetus will be discharged after a few minutes. At that moment, all the pain disappeared, and my stomach suddenly collapsed, only feeling a heat flow flowing downwards. I also instantly calmed down, only to hear the doctor and his family say coldly that the fetus is the same as the detected situation, and the deformed part is the same. After disinfection, the doctor said to clear the palace for me in the afternoon and take me back to the ward to rest first. I looked up and asked the doctor if it was a boy or a girl. The doctor picked up the fetus and showed it to me. It is a boy. The fetus has been shaped and looks very strong, with long legs, thick hair, closed eyes and long eyelashes, like a husband. I really can't bear to watch any more. I said take me back to the ward. My husband carried me back to the ward. As soon as I lay down, the nurse tied me up with various instruments and began to do postpartum rehabilitation. I closed my eyes and fell asleep immediately. Until the nurse woke up with a stomachache.

I thought the process of induced labor and uterine contraction was already very painful, but I didn't expect more painful torture to come, which even made me have a psychological shadow.

Doctors and nurses take turns to make rounds every day and press their stomachs every time. The pain of pressing their stomachs is no easier than the pain of contractions. But fortunately, the time is short and I can bear it.

What tortures me most is the Qing palace. After induced labor, the palace was first cleared in the afternoon. No anesthetic, just cleaned it. It may be because the uterus and vagina haven't recovered yet, so it didn't hurt for the first time, but it was a little uncomfortable.

On the third day after induced labor, B-ultrasound was reexamined, and there was still residue in the uterine cavity. The doctor arranged to clear the palace again, but no anesthetic was given. The second palace cleaning was more painful than the last one, and I could obviously feel the pain of pulling the spatula in the uterus.

On day 15 after induced labor, I was still bleeding, and even felt pain around my anus, and my stomach ached when I urinated. I went to the hospital again and found that there was residue in the uterine cavity, and there was infection, and the blood picture was high. The doctor arranged a palace cleaning. After the Qing palace was completed, the doctor carefully examined and found that the cervix was torn and bleeding all the time. No wonder I haven't recovered yet. The doctor immediately called the retired old chief physician to suture my cervical laceration.

Similarly, there was no anesthetic for the third suturing. I asked the doctor, and the doctor said it was unnecessary and painless, but my body was my own. How could I not know whether it hurts or not? I can even feel the pain of needles and threads piercing my body and pulling my cervix. It's another crying day in the operating room. Finally, after the operation, I returned to the ward to complete the infusion. The doctor said he would help me to see if the wound was still bleeding. I refused directly. I said no, I was afraid of pain. I have psychological shadow. Do not touch me. I didn't even allow my husband to touch me for a long time after that.

It's been a month since I gave birth, and I have rested at home for a month. This month, in addition to the discomfort of the lower abdomen, I have to endure the pain of rising milk, and there is always the embarrassment of milk flowing out. Going to the hospital for reexamination, what makes people collapse is that the uterus has not recovered well, the endometrium has not grown well, and there are still effusion and infection in the uterine cavity. Fortunately, the doctor didn't ask me to clear the palace, but only gave me some medicine.

After taking the medicine for more than a month, I finally finished it, but I didn't have the courage to go to the hospital for reexamination. I'm afraid of Yin Chao's probe, vaginal dilator and doctor's finger examination. In just one month, I experienced emotional ups and downs, including one induced labor, three curettage, one cervical laceration suture and many vaginal washes.

The experience of this period of time has dealt a great blow to my body and mind, and occasionally I will cry silently when I think about it. I didn't tell too many people, nor did I take the initiative to mention it to others. People who don't know the situation always stare at my stomach when they see me. They might wonder if I'm pregnant. Why can't I see my stomach? I can only avoid others' eyes awkwardly and start to feel sensitive and inferior.

Later, a friend who induced labor in the same month talked about her experience. In the same situation, she did painless induced labor and hardly felt any pain. She only did it once, cleaned it under the monitoring of the instrument, and recovered well afterwards. I realized that the pain I suffered could have been avoided, just because I lost my mind and made a hasty decision.

I wrote this article because I hope I can let it go slowly. Secondly, I also hope that if I have the same situation and have to do induced labor, I will refer to several hospitals and choose the hospital that minimizes the pain.

Being a woman is not easy. Love yourself!