First of all, I will write how I got there.
So-called joint (or family) childbirth is becoming more and more fashionable, that is, in the presence of the pope. One can argue about the correctness of this. I, for example, believe that this process is a sacrament, and the uninitiated have nothing to do there, and I was against joint birth, but my wife persuaded me, referring to the fact that she would need my support. It seems that my support to her really came in handy. On the other hand, the woman in labor is completely helpless in front of doctors, and cannot control them. So the disciplining function of the pope is the second reason to be there, especially when the pope paid a considerable amount for his presence on the receipt ...
There are many modern trends, calling for the naturalness of childbirth and promising their painlessness. For example, childbirth sitting is considered physiologically correct, historically established and existing until modern civilization has arrived. But we did not succeed in finding a maternity hospital in Kiev, where this is possible for reasonable money.
Still, whatever the fighters for progress may say, childbirth - it hurts. Especially at the stage of labor. And well, when it lasts a relatively short time. During labor, the woman is in the prenatal ward and is absorbed by what is happening. It was at this time (at 9 am) that I came, awakened and called up by a phone call, afraid to miss something, and in a hurry forgetting to have breakfast. The maternity hospital is full, so a separate prenatal ward was not given to us immediately. Over time, contractions become more frequent, longer, and more painful. It was then that I, dressed in a pre-prepared medical suit, and came in handy for lumbar massage. When the attempts begin, a woman is put on a couch and forced to push. During their stay in the prenatal, the frequency of heartbeat of the fetus is periodically monitored with a special device Hewlett-Packard. :)
When clear progress is seen in the attempts, the woman is transferred (transferred, transported, someone like) already to the hospital room, put on the table akin to the operating room - and forward, to the future. Our baby was large, so it got out with difficulty, not immediately and not in one potuga. In fact, he was pushed / pulled out from there three pairs of hands, when after the end of the attempt he was stuck halfway between the bones.Then this purple, but very pleased with himself (as far as possible in his position) subject put mom on his stomach to catch his breath, simultaneously sucking the mucus from the mouth and nose with the tubes, dad solemnly cut the ribbon into this cruel and beautiful world "aka umbilical cord", and carried the small to the next room. There he was hastily washed, swaddled, and put under the lamp to warm up, and the doctors took care of the mother who gave birth to the placenta.
It was then that I went to the child to say hello. The child soon turned pink and looked - nothing special, and "tiny fingers" and "silk strand" - everything is in place. But the shape of the skull is strange and the ears are bent, which, however, is not surprising and will surely return to normal. I entertained him as best I could, so that he did not think that no one needed him here and that he was wasting his time and climbing out in vain. He talked to him through the bandage and touched him through the diaper, and he mowed everything on me with his eye. Soon the midwife came up and took up the usual manipulations: she processed the umbilical cord, weighed and measured, smeared her eyes and swaddled. My mother soon finished, put a piece of ice on her belly. The placenta, by the way, looks like something between a kombucha and a kilo of beef liver.Nothing beautiful, in general, as well as the umbilical cord, and the baby itself in the first seconds in the air.
Then everyone was left alone, the adults were given time to comprehend everything that had happened, and the little one was given a boob. After tits, small self-sufficient began to suck his fingers. At this time, in the next room they processed a newborn girl, which they brought from another birth. She then lay for half an hour alone and screamed, and thought that no one needed. Still, there is a difference in staff. At this stage, I faded home, feeling, frankly, not very healthy (lack of sleep, lack of food and in general).
In general, the impression is good. The team worked well, not Hamila and knew her stuff. Perhaps because they agreed with the doctor, or maybe because of my presence. The birth was normal, seemingly without breaks and other pathologies. Petty satisfied, parents happy.
P.S mothers:The presence of her husband at birth brought us both closer. It seems we have really intermarried. My husband relieved the pain on the fights twice !! I am grateful to him! I had someone to fall on my chest at that moment, because