Memories of my daughter (birth)

My daughter was born. On February 26, 2022, our baby was born, a girl weighing seven and a half pounds.

Where does the story begin? Let’s start with our production.

During the last review, the doctor told us that the baby was growing a bit faster and was larger than usual. He suggested that we give birth as soon as possible because the baby would grow very quickly in the last period and might exceed 8 pounds by the due date. We followed the doctor's advice and were admitted to the hospital after our last prenatal check-up on 2.23, waiting for the birth of our child. During this period, the doctors and nurses were very responsible and helped us prepare for delivery—checking the body and softening the cervix. The work of softening the cervix took one day longer than planned. During this period, I was quite anxious and thought that the doctor did not do anything. But after thinking about it, I really misunderstood him. My wife is stronger than I thought. Since being admitted to the hospital, she is in a good mood and not very anxious. I also try to make her happy and relieve stress.

You can enter the delivery room on 2.26. I told my wife in the morning, don’t be nervous, wife, you are the best, come to me anytime if you need it, I will always be with you. Doulas can do all these painlessly, and as long as they can relieve pain, we are not afraid of spending money. When I walked with my wife to the door of the delivery room, the moment she walked in, I shed tears of distress, but I turned around.

What follows is waiting. Several of us maternal family members were waiting outside. In order to relieve our anxiety and pass the time, we all started chatting briefly. The screen outside the delivery room displayed the mother's delivery status, but it had not been updated all morning, so the male family members followed the nurse's advice and returned to the ward to wait. I ordered a delivery room meal for my wife, and when I went back, I quickly replenished some energy while I was not in a hurry - I made some noodles.

At about 12 o'clock, I received a call from the delivery room, saying that I needed to sign the pain-free confirmation. I felt like I had run to the door of the delivery room, because thinking that my wife was starting to hurt, I also started to feel nervous and nervous. I felt distressed, and my hands were shaking involuntarily. I signed the confirmation form tremblingly. My wife had already signed it, and the font had changed. I knew that my wife was already in great pain.

In the afternoon, the screen showed that my wife had already opened two fingers, and I began to become more and more nervous and anxious, pacing back and forth outside the delivery room involuntarily. At this time, the status of the family members outside also changed, and everyone began to become unable to sit still. Moreover, some news came out in the delivery room, which made everyone frightened. Some nurses would come out and tell the father that the child would need to be delivered with forceps for a long time. There was also a man whose wife never opened the forceps. When everyone heard his wife's name being called, "Are xx's family members here?" they all jumped up from their chairs, showing their inner anxiety. In order to relieve my anxiety, I volunteered to help the nurse open the door and serve everyone who was pushed in and out. I was thinking, these adults and children are the treasures of everyone's family, and I can't bear to let them receive it. A little "bump". In addition, if I contribute more at this moment, God will see it and bless my wife and children more. When we hear the news that someone else has given birth, we will stand up and walk over to pat his shoulder and send our congratulations and blessings.

I have been anxious too. At about three o'clock, the delivery room door opened, and my wife was pushed out by the midwife. Her face was covered with sweat and she was limp. She asked me tremblingly if I wanted to come in. I said without hesitation, "Honey, I want to come in." But my wife said firmly in a very weak voice, don't come in. Then he asked the midwife to close the door and go in again. Later, the midwife came out again and told me, "Your wife won't let you in, so just wait peacefully outside!" At this time, I really couldn't restrain myself. I imagined that my wife was suffering so much pain inside, and she didn't want me to see her in such a "wretched state". For the first time, I felt that she who usually seemed weak was so powerful at this moment.

The next step was to hear the news that mother and son were safe. The midwife aunt held a small card and called my name, "Congratulations, mother and child are safe, and you have given birth to a girl."

I quickly ran over, signed the midwife's "checkout" and asked, "Auntie, how are the adults and the child?" "They are all fine, don't worry! It went very well, your wife is great!" the midwife replied. . I held the card with the baby's little footprints on it and looked at the red little feet. Blood suddenly rushed to my head and my scalp felt numb. People next to me also came to congratulate me. Unknowingly, we strangers became comrades-in-arms and people who supported each other at this moment. I started sending text messages to my family to tell them that I was safe and have good news, to reassure them.

When the mother and daughter were pushed out of the delivery room, the midwife opened the door and let me take a look at the mother and daughter. I will never forget that scene: my wife was exhausted after a day of giving birth and pushed out of the delivery room. At that time, her expression began to become peaceful; from the side of my wife, my daughter showed her little face, and she looked at me with her dark eyes, as if she was greeting her father. This moment will always be imprinted in my mind. I was so excited that I stepped forward and lay next to my wife. I couldn't even express the "confession" I had practiced before, and started to choke. I could only squeeze out one sentence: "My wife, thank you for your hard work! My wife, you are so great." ". My wife didn't cry. She smiled at me and was pushed away for observation.

After about two hours of observation, my wife was withdrawn from the delivery room. At about 7 o'clock in the evening, I pushed my wife and child back to the ward. That night, my wife slept very well while lying on the bed. I looked at the baby on the little bed without leaving her eyes. I carefully observed her long black hair, big eyes, double eyelids and long eyelashes. Her little hands and feet were pink and small. And the exquisiteness makes me like it very much, without any feeling of sleepiness.

I know that I will be bound to this little angel for a lifetime, and her joys and sorrows will affect my heart from now on. She experienced two Olympic Games in her mother's belly and when she was born. There was a conflict between Russia and Ukraine. People have been fighting the virus for more than two years. The world is experiencing turbulence, conflict and isolation due to the epidemic, but it is also full of love, unity and hope. We still hope that this child can feel the beauty of the world, be full of hope, grow up healthily, and live a good life.