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Is it easier to give birth to a second child: the history of childbirth
They say that the first birth is difficult, but the second is much faster. Is it so? Our reader shares her own story.
The first birth gave me two things: a beloved son and great pride in myself. Just think – in the delivery room I did without screaming and tried to smile so that the vessels in my eyes would not burst. But it was terrible! The terrible cutting pain gave the impression that I was being cut from the inside. Looking into my husband’s absolutely round eyes – and he was with me at a difficult hour, I warned that I would not be able to give birth to his child. Yes, at that moment I thought exactly that, because the attempts go on and on, the morning is approaching, and the baby is still gone!
I still gave birth to my son, but what happened next … Tears, stitches, torment. I could not sit even after discharge, walked along the wall and fainted under the shower jets. And also – the endless cry of a hungry child, which brought me to tears all 5 days of my life in the hospital.
In short, having become pregnant again, I tried not to remember the bitter experience. Moreover, it is believed that the second time to give birth is easier.
Without a husband, I’m a mean, not a whiner
What I never got to know when giving birth to the first was false contractions. And in the second pregnancy, they overtook me twice, and both of these times I went to the hospital in full confidence that I was giving birth. But it was not there! After several hours in the hospital, I was sent home. But when it came time to give birth for real, I began to doubt, because my water did not break. My husband insisted on going to the hospital, he was very afraid that I, as the heroine of Mexican TV series, would give birth right in the car. And he was right. After examining me, the doctor said: “Honey, now you are giving birth for real!”
The doctor’s words made me sober, adrenaline splashed into my blood from the thought that today I will become a mother for the second time! With a bold step, I went to the rodblock.
Subdued light, a book, silence, washed sheets and brand new equipment – everything around me reminded of the events of four years ago. Nostalgia rolled over me, and I lay down on the sofa, remembering how I gave birth to my son. But pleasant thoughts were immediately interrupted by a strong fight. All right, hardcore begins!
As an experienced mother, I began to walk around the room from side to side, trying to breathe correctly. But this did not help much, the contractions intensified. How amazingly nature is arranged, that a woman completely forgets the hellish pain almost immediately after childbirth. Now I remember her!
When giving birth to my son, I wanted to cry all the time. Maybe because there was a spouse nearby, and he could at least regret it? This time my husband was not allowed into the birth block because of the quarantine, and instead of crying anger rolled over me. When the state was close to fainting, the doctor entered the ward. After examining me, he said: “There is no disclosure, labor activity too.” And then I was covered – how so? I feel the attempts, the child is about to be born! But the indifferent doctor disappeared into the fog of the corridor, leaving me alone with my pain and despair.
Barely dragging my feet, I went to the toilet, leaving large drops of blood on the floor … Fortunately, I did not faint, because I successfully landed on the toilet.
It’s good that I can push
In these blissful moments, I finally felt that the pain was letting go, replaced by a relaxing tremor. It seems that I even started to fall asleep while sitting, but then a whole group of people in white coats entered the ward – morning round.
– Woman, where are you? – I hear a voice outside the door.
– Hello everyone, I have attempts here, most likely.
– Come out, let’s see!
– So I can’t get up …
– Well, shall we examine you right there? – after these words I got scared and got to the hated delivery table. It was worth it, because as soon as I settled down, I heard:
– So there is already a head! You will become a mom now!
Giggling nervously, I informed everyone that I was already a mother and that I could push. It is so good that this time the attempts were not accompanied by a terrible cutting pain, as four years ago! And I was terribly surprised when they suddenly began to congratulate me – the first time the process took more than half an hour, and then I didn’t even have time to collect my thoughts. So I gave birth to our beautiful girl, my adorable baby! She cried in a completely different voice, not like her brother.
– What is her name? The doctors asked. And I shrugged my shoulders, because for 9 months we have not decided on this. It was embarrassing. Now I know how to answer this question: Dasha. Wonderful, dear Dasha.
Was it easier to give birth to a second? Yes, for me. I almost missed the moment when our family replenished, and within two or three hours after giving birth I could walk calmly and did not need the help of a nurse while taking a shower. And they discharged me on the third day. And I also wanted to evaluate my figure in the mirror, although 4 years ago and in a week it never occurred to me. And I’ll tell you what, dear girls: it was a mistake! If you think that this time your postpartum tummy will miraculously become smaller, then you are greatly mistaken. After the second birth, you will have to wait a little or even sweat to become a slender nymph again.