Notes from a future mother: the whole truth about caesarean section. Caesarean section is not scary at all

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It's time to talk about childbirth, or more precisely about how to choose a doctor and whether it's scary to be present at your own caesarean section.

I gave birth to my first child by caesarean section(KS) - these were the medical indications. The eldest son was post-term for almost 3 weeks. This happened in 2006. It often happens that after a CS, women are able to natural childbirth. And my gynecologist recommended that I give birth naturally. She justified this by good physical data, the positive dynamics of the child’s development, and the statute of limitations for the first birth - 10 years.

I still made the choice in favor of a caesarean section.

I can't imagine having a natural birth. I'm terribly afraid of pain.

Yes, I agree: there are more disadvantages after surgery and they are dictated by a longer recovery process. But this is nothing compared to contractions.

Search for a doctor

I was looking for the doctor most in different ways: I searched the entire Internet, asked my friends. Almost everyone recommended their doctors as the best. I carefully studied all the reviews on the Internet. I immediately paid attention to the doctors’ places of work. I studied the reputation of maternity hospitals.

Arrival at the maternity hospital

On the appointed day, my husband walked me to the emergency department. I was left to wait in line alone - I let my husband go home. A slight panic and full awareness that I was sitting in the maternity hospital, and, therefore, would soon give birth, came to me in the waiting room. There was a girl in line with contractions and her water breaking.

I had a whole range of feelings: from anticipation of meeting my daughter to fear of childbirth.

As it turned out, there were no places in the wards. This day was rich in women giving birth. I was admitted to the prenatal ward until the morning. I admit, at first I was confused by the situation: everything was so standard, state-owned, budget-funded. I couldn’t believe that in such conditions they could provide high-quality medical care...

Meeting with an anesthesiologist

Turned out to be an anesthesiologist nice man middle aged. But the conversation was very dry. It was somewhat reminiscent of an interrogation with passion: “What were you sick with? Have there been any operations? How many? For what?". And then we came to the most important thing - to examining my back, apparently to mark the injection site.

And then Alexander Nikolaevich gasped, as if he saw something terrible there.

It turned out that the worst thing for an anesthesiologist is to see a tattoo on the entire back at the intended injection site. It turned out that anesthesia is strictly not given in tattoo areas. This is fraught with infection. And now there is a threat of general anesthesia.

This, of course, upset me: firstly, general anesthesia is generally harmful to the body and in particular to the heart. And secondly, I have a long and difficult recovery from this type of anesthesia.

Before leaving, Alexander Nikolaevich gave me recommendations:

don't eat for 18 hours,

do not drink before 13 hours,

get a good night's sleep.

Day of surgery

They woke me up at 7:30 for tests and preparation. At 8:00 my doctor came. By morning I was already damn hungry, but I steadfastly complied with the doctors’ requirements. Although I didn’t manage to get a bit of sleep from excitement. And I decided that I would sleep afterwards.

At 9:15 I was taken to the operating room.

The anesthesiologist was glad that he would try spinal anesthesia. They found a place where there was no tattoo on the vertebrae.

It's always scary on the operating table. And at the moment when they give you injections in the spine, it’s even worse. It was impossible to move.

More and more people gathered around. Nurses, assistants, doctors, and even, apparently, graduate students. The latter stood modestly against the wall: their presence at the operation was completely justified - after all, my doctor is a professor of medical sciences. By the way, I was never against being taught, but no one asked my permission.

I've already been put to bed. The anesthesiologist gave the command to start. I wasn’t mentally prepared and kept wondering if it was really possible. The anesthesiologist was with me all the time, monitoring my condition.

And somewhere there Nikonov was operating, along the way explaining to graduate students where my organ was...

This probably should have been creepy, but I was spoiled by a professional chill and business attitude For some reason they calmed down the process. In general, I am convinced that you need to blindly trust yourself and your health to the doctor you came to. This is the key to successful treatment. Although I agree, the sensations are quite unpleasant when you realize that all this is happening inside you. This realization caused my blood pressure to spike. Which I tried not to do so as not to cause harm.

At 9:45, after some manipulations, I heard grunting and a short cry.

I realized - this is my baby! The doctor showed it to me from behind the screen, and they immediately took it away to wash and measure it. And at that moment I didn’t think about anything anymore. If only they brought it to me soon and showed it to me again. I no longer felt any fear or horror. I was just waiting for my daughter.

After 5-10 minutes they brought me my princess and even put it to my chest. At 10:20 I was already transferred to the intensive care ward.

The daughter was born weighing 3820 g and height 53 cm.

Intensive care ward

There were 11 beds in the ward. At that time, my strength was only enough to call my husband one time. The anesthesia made me shake like on a frosty evening. I was warned that the shaking would go away in an hour, and my legs would come back to life in four hours. I tried to sleep. Sleep did not come. As soon as I stopped shaking, I was already on the phone, answering calls and messages.

There were 3-4 nurses in the ward, who circled around us like bees. They constantly checked the sensors, tucked in blankets, and brought water. And, what made me happy, everything was done with humor and enthusiasm. This made me feel better.

After 4 hours, the anesthesia wore off.

And what happiness I felt from being able to walk again!

While I couldn’t feel my legs, somewhere inside I felt terrified: what if my legs wouldn’t come to their senses. As soon as I began to feel better, I began to move as intensely as I could: roll over from side to side, raise and lower my legs, massage them. My stomach hurt like hell. But for speedy recovery I had to move. And I felt my uterus contracting.

By evening I was able to sit down. Next to me lay two more girls, with whom we became friends and by the evening we were already laughing. In general, it was fun, because our room resembled a horror film: eleven naked furies were lying there, their hair was down, everyone was groaning, turning over from side to side. In general, we looked at all this with humor.

By evening, my neighbors were discharged to regular wards, but I was left until the morning. I was left alone with my thoughts and my phone; it was on that day that today’s article began. After all, the next day I had a long-awaited meeting with my little princess.

Transfer to a separate ward

I arranged and paid for a double room, deciding to be in the same room with my daughter from the very beginning. Looking ahead, I’ll say that the first night I couldn’t be with the baby, my stomach and stitches still hurt. But we spent all the other days with her constantly.

I caught literally all the doctors with various questions about child care. Many were surprised: why, if I am a mother for the second time? I don’t know how anyone copes, but for me personally, what I knew how to do 10 years ago has completely disappeared. Either out of fear, or I really forgot.

As expected, I was discharged from the maternity hospital on the sixth day. Our family and friends met us and gave my daughter and I a real surprise with flowers, balloons, and congratulations.

Of course, I want to say a big thank you to the maternity department of the Obstetrics and Gynecology Clinic named after. Snegireva: to all doctors, anesthesiologist, pediatrician, nurses. Special thanks to my doctor, professor of medical sciences Andrei Pavlovich Nikonov.

I had a great midwife and a supportive husband, so I was confident that I would end up doing whatever I was told to create the best possible environment for the baby. After 32 hours of terrible contractions, without any progress, we had to make some decision, and the doctors decided to do an emergency caesarean section. I am not disappointed or upset because in the end I had a healthy and happy baby little boy. But if we were planning ahead for a C-section, here's what I would want to know before going to the hospital.

Myth #1: Epidural anesthesia does not hurt.

In fact, this expression is not entirely accurate. It hurts not because the epidural needle is being inserted into you, but because during contractions the doctor is trying to place a “harpoon” on the spine. During contractions, I arched in a way that no yogi could, while I was constantly reminded that I needed to remain still so that the needle would go in correctly.

Myth #2: It's a little cool in the operating room.

At first I thought that the chill from the epidural anesthesia had spread to all my limbs, I stopped feeling them, but as it turned out, the thermometer was set at +4 C. I was no longer sure whether I was in the operating room or this was a morgue. Make sure you have warm socks before entering this room. Who needs this freezer?! A few more minutes there and the doctors would have needed an ice pick to get the baby out of me.

Myth #3: You may feel a slight twitch when your baby is taken out.

A little twitch?!?! I would say that the sensations are close to those you experience during waxing... It was an unnatural extraction of a small person from the depths of my body. If, after 32 hours of contractions, my three-pound son couldn't get out on his own, he couldn't just jump out like a kitten out of a box. I can't say I liked it when someone dug into my intestines.

Myth #4: Lower body mobility will be limited until the anesthesia wears off.

Limited... Ha ha ha, funny! That's putting it mildly. I was paralyzed as they moved me from the operating table to the stretcher. I asked where my legs were, because I felt absolutely nothing. I was sure that the doctors accidentally removed my legs when they took out the baby.

Myth #5: As your body recovers from anesthesia, you may experience some itching.

I probably looked like a person being exorcised, I twisted and turned on the bed as best I could. Over the next 48 hours, it felt like centipedes were jumping around my body. When my husband brought me croutons, I was tempted to use them instead of a washcloth.

Myth #6: You may experience decreased sensitivity and increased swelling in the suture area.

My incision was swollen all over, it looked like a hot dog bun that had been attached to my stomach. Not only did my stomach resemble the mouth of a platypus, but I also couldn’t feel anything in that area. Perhaps this is good after surgery, but for some reason I was constantly afraid of pinching my skin with a zipper and not noticing it. But the good news is that sensitivity should return soon.

Myth No. 7: You may experience a feeling of heaviness in your stomach.

A heaviness in the stomach is when you ate too many sandwiches before going to bed. And the feeling when your stomach is cut to take the baby out is a terrifying pain. To get out of bed, I had to overcome 53 stages, and all this was accompanied by specific exclamations similar to those emitted by tennis players during an important tournament. The first time I decided to stand up, I felt like my internal organs were asking to burst out. I supported my stomach with my hands every time I walked, it always seemed to me that the doctor forgot to tie a double knot, and I was about to fall apart.

Myth #8: Holding a pillow near the stitch when you sneeze can stop the pain.

In my case, even if I held a huge mattress near my stomach, it still wouldn’t help; it felt like my guts lived a separate life. What helped me more was holding my breath as hard as I could. My first mistake was that I tried to distract myself from the pain and started watching entertainment shows and comedies when I returned home, laughter did not help my stomach, quite the opposite.

Myth #9: You may not feel the same special connection with your baby as you would if you gave birth naturally.

I don’t know what you think, but it seems to me that the connection between mother and child does not depend on what part of the body the baby came from. At that moment when the doctors laid my beautiful son on my stomach, I was overwhelmed with a feeling of love and peace. I was in love with my son the moment I heard his first cry.

Nature does what it should, and if you still had to face a caesarean section, then there is nothing wrong with that, be grateful for a wonderful happy and healthy child. If someone is trying to prove to you that you should only give birth naturally, close your ears and leave, the only thing that matters is what you think! Have an easy birth and healthy babies!

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The percentage of children born by caesarean section is increasing worldwide. Typically, a CS is performed for medical reasons, but there are cases when a woman in labor, without complications, chooses this method of childbirth herself. Such women are in the minority. In our country it is generally accepted that natural childbirth is always better and safer.

It’s no wonder that under the pressure of such an opinion, future mothers are afraid of surgery, adhesions and a terrible stitch “all over the stomach”, which will remain for the rest of their lives.

Aizada, 25 years old, indication: retinal dystrophy. I gave birth to my second daughter by planned caesarean section. The first birth was natural, very difficult for me physically and mentally. So, I was glad when they told me that there were indications for a CS. I was given an epidural anesthesia. The feeling it gives is, of course, interesting. I only felt pain when the anesthesia was administered. During the operation I felt touches, but nothing more. After birth, the baby was brought to me, allowed to touch her cheek and taken away for examination. I am not a supporter of the opinion " I didn’t give birth myself - I’m not a woman" I think this is complete nonsense and discrimination. Within three days after the operation I began to walk normally. The severe pain also did not last long. It took about two months to fully recover. I advise girls who are about to have a CS not to worry about it. Giving birth surgically is absolutely normal. If there are serious indications, then you should not be stupid, be a hero, risk yourself and your child, but immediately agree to the operation.

Merey, 32 years old. Emergency cop. I arrived at the maternity hospital with 4 fingers dilated. I was sure that I would give birth on my own, but as I was pushing, bleeding started. Doctors thought that a blood vessel had burst or tissue had been damaged, as the baby began to move through the birth canal. But the child did not even think about going down. With my permission, the doctors decided to resort to ECS.

The epidural took effect within five seconds and the operation began. Tired during the contractions, I periodically passed out, but they brought me to my senses. After birth, the baby immediately screamed, they showed her to me and told me her height and weight. During the operation, there was a curtain hanging in front of me, but I saw tubes with some kind of liquid flowing through them. I felt like I was in a horror movie, and the doctors were listening to the radio and calmly doing their job. I got back on my feet after three hours, I had to learn to walk again. To be honest, for three months I blamed myself for not being able to give birth naturally. Of course, I was happy, but the joy of motherhood was overshadowed by slight regret. In addition, the seam hurt, it was difficult to get up, sit down, and lie down. It took me 4-5 months to recover.

Dear women, if you are having a CS, then remember, the main thing is the child. It will help you endure any pain, don’t regret anything.

Zarina, 29 years old, indication – breech presentation. I had my first caesarean in 2015. I read a lot about the operation, and the doctor advised me in advance. But in the operating room I started to panic; it seemed to me that the epidural anesthesia was not working. Then I was given general anesthesia. It was difficult for me to regain consciousness, I even became violent, and they tied me to the bed. But when I saw my baby, I instantly felt happiness, joy and great love. There were no regrets about the operation. All relatives sympathized and supported. I recovered within 2-3 weeks. I had a second caesarean section 2 years later. I decided to have the operation myself because I didn’t want to take any risks. This time I wasn't scared. She recovered after 10 days. Why so fast? There was simply no time to be sick, the eldest was waiting at home and the youngest needed a cheerful and healthy mother.

Yulia, 26 years old, indication: transverse presentation of the fetus. I hardly prepared for the operation, I just bought stockings. I haven’t read about caesarean sections, I haven’t watched the video, it’s better not to do that. It seemed to me that in addition to the epidural anesthesia, they injected me with something else. I remember screaming that it hurt, but actually felt a slight tingling sensation. I didn’t understand what they were saying to me; I heard not words, but some set of letters. They talked to me, but I only heard “aloamvaschlv.” The first few hours after the operation were the hardest, I could hardly move, I was freezing under three blankets. But after two weeks she was jumping and jumping. The stress was quickly forgotten. In reality, a CS is not scary at all, no need to worry. Now it seems to me that surgery is much simpler than natural childbirth.

Galina, 33 years old. The first birth was an emergency caesarean section. The second is a planned operation. The first time everything happened quickly. I was in the mood for a natural birth, but the uterus did not open, the baby’s heartbeat weakened, there was no point in waiting, and I was sent for surgery. The second time I decided to have a caesarean section myself. Fear probably played the main role. As it turned out later, I made the right decision. During the operation, the doctor said that it would not have been possible to give birth on my own. By the way, three years passed between births.

I was mentally prepared for the planned operation. Thanks to my loved ones for their support. I, like many others, received epidural anesthesia. The sensations during the operation were mixed, it seemed like I didn’t feel anything, but it felt like it hurt. But both times everything went fine.

By nature, I am not a sentimental person, but when my children were born, I cried. The feeling of joy cannot be described. Once you hear the child’s first cry, it doesn’t matter what the doctors are doing behind the screen.

I admit honestly, deep down I felt regrets about the CS. But after weighing the pros and cons, reading stories about natural childbirth and complications during it, I realized that the main thing is the health of my children, and how they came about is not important. I am very grateful to the doctors for the fact that they performed the operation without delay the first time. I recovered quickly after the CS; the second time, even the stitch didn’t hurt much.

Good day everyone!

BACKGROUND

I never thought that I would ever have to experience what it's like C-section. She gave birth to her first child herself. Due to a coincidence of life circumstances, they began to plan for a second child only 10 years later, but fate decided in its own way: the long-awaited pregnancy ended in a miscarriage at 10-11 weeks. There was a sea of tears and bewilderment as to why this happened. Exactly a year later, I became pregnant again and almost to the day, at the same time, bleeding began and the terrible ultrasound confirmation - a frozen pregnancy.

I won’t describe my sad feelings; my husband and I decided not to take risks, but to undergo an examination and find out what was wrong. The examination took place in a paid, expensive clinic. I had to take out a loan. For almost six months, my husband took me to another city 300 km away (we live in a village) to a clinic to undergo a bunch of tests and perform various procedures.

I won’t burden you with medical terms, I’ll simply say that problems were found in my blood. I was given a difficult diagnosis that is difficult to pronounce. But, the main thing is that everything was treatable, the desired pregnancy occurred and fate gave us a second baby 12 years after the birth of the first.

The second pregnancy took place under close supervision not only of a gynecologist, but also of a hematologist. Throughout the pregnancy I had a bunch of blood tests, the doctors made sure that the indicators were normal.

At week 30, (I had just worked the last day before maternity leave), my back hurt so much that it became difficult to walk, and I began to limp. I was urgently admitted to the hospital, the doctor said that the cervix was shortened and I could give birth prematurely. Thank God, everything worked out, they treated me, but they told me to take care and put me on almost bed rest until the birth.

At 38 weeks I went for a routine examination with a gynecologist. The doctor examined me and said that the child had taken a transverse position. (Before that, I had always been lying correctly, head down.) And she immediately wrote me a referral to the maternity hospital.

At the maternity hospital, the gynecologist also confirmed my doctor’s words during the examination and sent me for an ultrasound. But the ultrasound showed that the fetus was lying correctly, head down. However, the doctor who did the ultrasound asked me to come back the next day, since the baby’s stomach was poorly visible. The next day, a repeat ultrasound showed the transverse position of the fetus. (I still didn’t understand why the first time it was normal, perhaps because my little one was spinning around very quickly in his stomach). As a result, the doctors decided to wait a few days, and if the child does not take the correct position, carry out C-section.

A week passed, but my baby showed no signs of turning around. The head of the department said, that in such a situation I will not give birth myself, And at this stage the child will no longer turn around as it should and it is necessary to do a CS. What could I do, I had to rely on the experience of the doctors and agree. To be honest, it even calmed me down a little. I already knew what natural childbirth was, and of course I was very afraid and worried. Now I was ready for the upcoming operation, did not allow myself any bad thoughts, and thought about the long-awaited meeting with the baby.

PREPARATION FOR OPERATION

On the eve of the operation there was a conversation with the anesthesiologist. I was offered a choice of 2 types of anesthesia: spinal and general. I asked my leading doctor which one was better in advance, she explained that spinal (not to be confused with epidural) is better, since it has less impact on the baby, I will be conscious and will be able to see the baby immediately after birth. Of course, I agreed to spinal anesthesia.

They warned us not to eat or drink anything after dinner. This really bothered me because I wanted to eat all the time. (In general, in the maternity hospital, I ate everything that was given, even milk soup, which I have hated since childhood and makes me sick). Well, if it’s necessary, then it’s necessary.

In the morning we carried out the necessary hygiene procedures (shave, enema), and barely had time to finish, they called me with my things to go out. I hastily put on thick compression stockings (I have varicose veins of the lower extremities, and the doctor forbade me to go into surgery without stockings) and, grabbing the necessary things, went to the operating room.

The system was installed before the operation. Then they put me in a wheelchair and took me to the operating room. There they dressed me up in white shoe covers and a hat. Everything else, with the exception of the stockings, was ordered to be removed. I can imagine what I looked like!

Then they sat me down on the operating table and asked me to bend over, round my back and not move. It turns out that this was a rehearsal. They said that the anesthesiologist would come now, and I would have to take this position to administer the painkiller. The anesthesiologist injected the medicine into the lumbar region, laid me on the table and began to tie my hands. We connected different sensors and placed a screen in front of our eyes. A female surgeon and assistants appeared.

OPERATION

The anesthesia quickly began to take effect. After 5-10 minutes I didn’t feel anything below my chest. My head felt a little foggy. The anesthesiologist talked to me constantly, monitored my blood pressure, constantly asked about my well-being, answered all my questions, and joked. She practically did not allow me to concentrate on the progress of the operation, and to listen to what the surgeon and assistants were talking about, apparently this is their tactic. After some time it became difficult for me to breathe, they immediately gave me an oxygen mask. To be honest, it didn't make it much easier for her. The pressure began to drop. They quickly injected me with something. But at that moment I had absolutely no time for myself, the most important thing was that everything was fine with the child.

The surgeon spent a long time (as it seemed to me) poking around in my stomach. I didn't feel any pain. I thought, once they cut it, they took out the baby, and sewed it up. But it's not that simple. Later, I watched a video on the Internet of how a caesarean section was performed and I understood why everything took so long to happen. It turns out that the cut is made not with one stroke of the scalpel, but very carefully, layer by layer.

Then one assistant pressed on my upper abdomen, it was a little sensitive (but not as much as some said, that all the ribs were crunching). And soon I felt like my baby was taken out of me! It felt like my body instantly became lighter. At this time, I saw only the wide open eyes of the anesthesiologist and the first thing she said: “Wow, how big!” And then I heard him scream! My joy, my sunshine, my happiness greeted my mother!

The only thing that upset me was that they didn’t show me the baby at that very moment and didn’t put it to the breast. The anesthesiologist continued to distract me with conversations and prevented me from concentrating. I asked why they didn’t show me the baby, she said that they would bring him as soon as all the necessary hygiene procedures were completed, etc.

While they were stitching me up, they brought my baby, clean, wrapped in a warm blanket, and let me kiss him! I looked at my baby with all my eyes, trying to remember every feature! The first thing I remember was the furrowed eyebrows and a very serious look! So we met! My baby was born at 9.37 am, weighing 3880 g and already 59 cm! That’s probably why he turned around across his stomach, he apparently felt freer this way

IN ICU (NICU)

After the operation, which lasted about 30-40 minutes, I was taken on a gurney to the intensive care unit, where my baby was already there. While they were driving me through the corridors, I felt very nauseous, but, however, it passed quickly. The anesthesia had an increasingly stronger effect on my brain, I, with difficulty moving my tongue, called my husband and mother and told them the good news. I felt very dizzy. They put a catheter in my arm and kept drips in until the evening, after which I was swollen like a barrel of water. I really wanted to drink, but they weren’t allowed to drink much.

The baby was put to the chest, of course nothing got into his mouth, but the main thing was skin-to-skin contact. His cradle stood next to my bed, I constantly looked at my son, and he slept serenely. For the first 24 hours, the child was cared for by a nurse. staff.

I couldn’t feel my legs for 5-6 hours after the operation, I kept trying to move them, but they lay motionless, as if they weren’t mine. Gradually, sensitivity returned. I was able to get out of bed by 6 o’clock in the evening, the first steps were given with great difficulty, my head was incredibly dizzy, and there was noise in my ears. At the speed of an elderly snail, I was led to the toilet. I stopped after every step, afraid to fall. It seemed like my whole body was hurting, but I could endure it, the painkillers helped. The night in the intensive care unit passed without sleep.

IN THE HOUSE

The next morning we were transferred to a regular ward. I didn’t have milk yet, the baby was fed formula. But I constantly put it to my chest. On the third day, colostrum appeared. On the first day, I couldn’t eat anything except broth and water.

They gave me IVs, antibiotics, and painkillers. The bandage on the stomach was changed twice and the seam was treated. The suture was done neatly, cosmetically, with self-absorbable threads. A year later, it is almost unnoticeable.

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Neither before nor after the operation no one asked me for any money, everything was absolutely free. The attitude of the doctors is very good and friendly. True, there were individual instances from the junior medical staff who pretended to be important birds and allowed themselves to be treated rudely and boorishly. But such people are found everywhere, especially in free medical clinics. institutions.

HOME

After 3 days we were already discharged home. I didn’t expect that with a CS they would be discharged so quickly. When my eldest son saw me at the discharge, he was even scared when he saw my belly. I thought: how can it be that my mother gave birth to a brother, but her belly remained like that of a pregnant woman?

This is what a “pregnant” belly looked like after surgery

At home, the pain began to be felt much stronger, especially, it was difficult to get out of bed, turn from side to side, and lift the baby. At first I wore a bandage, it was a little easier. My lower back hurt a lot. Thanks to my husband and eldest son, they helped me with everything. But after a month, the pain at the site of the suture was practically not felt and the body was slowly recovering.

The first time after giving birth, I was often overcome with emotions. When I fed the baby, tears began to flow: from happiness and love for my dear part; from fear and excitement that he is so small and defenseless; with joy and gratitude to God, for helping us overcome all the difficulties, for making our dream of a second child come true! The eldest son simply dotes on his brother, he is the most best nanny in the world! I ENDLESSLY LOVE MY CHILDREN!

RESULTS

Pros of CS surgery:

1. No painful contractions

2. The whole process is painless

3. There will be no tears or cuts in the perineum

Cons

1. The child receives a certain dose of anesthesia.

2. They don’t immediately show the baby and put it to the breast

3. Prolonged abdominal pain after surgery, difficult to lift the child

4. The recovery period is much longer than with natural childbirth.

5. A seam remains, although it is barely noticeable.

6. Whole year lower back pain (possibly from spinal anesthesia)

7. You can’t give birth for the next 3 years.

I think there are still positive and negative sides to this operation, but I have described those that I experienced it myself. As you can see, there is little good. Therefore, this operation should only be done strictly according to indications, unless otherwise possible.

I know that many women are ready to agree to a CS just so as not to feel pain. Believe me, this is simply not reasonable. Personally, I got the impression that I didn’t get something from this birth. I remember that the emotions from my first natural birth overwhelmed me much more. And anesthesia, apparently, dulls not only physical sensations, but also emotional ones.

AND MY FINAL ADVICE:

Dear women, if you are about to undergo a caesarean section, especially for those who are doing it for the first time, set yourself in a positive mood, forget everything scary stories If you are experienced about CS, don’t try everything on yourself, anyway, everything will be individual for everyone and not like everyone else. Focus on the fact that you will soon see your baby, you will be able to pick up your own warm little bundle, attach it to your breast and be the happiest person in the world! Think only about the good! Being a mother is the main happiness and purpose of a woman!

Thank you for reading my long story, I tried to be as specific as possible, without much lyricism, although if I told everything in color and detail, the story would have turned out 3 times longer.

Good luck to everyone, happiness and healthy children!

PS: About the clinic "Mother and Child-IDK"" If this review helps at least one person, as it once helped me, I will be very, very happy!

PS-2: For those interested, here are other reviews on children's topics:

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It's time to talk about childbirth, or more precisely about how to choose a doctor and whether it's scary to be present at your own caesarean section.

I gave birth to my first child by caesarean section (CS) - these were the medical indications. The eldest son was post-term for almost 3 weeks. This happened in 2006. It often happens that after a CS, women are capable of natural childbirth. And my gynecologist recommended that I give birth naturally. She justified this by good physical data, the positive dynamics of the child’s development, and the statute of limitations for the first birth - 10 years.

I still made the choice in favor of a caesarean section.

I can't imagine having a natural birth. I'm terribly afraid of pain.

Yes, I agree: there are more disadvantages after surgery and they are dictated by a longer recovery process. But this is nothing compared to contractions.

Search for a doctor

I looked for a doctor in a variety of ways: I searched the entire Internet, asked friends. Almost everyone recommended their doctors as the best. I carefully studied all the reviews on the Internet. I immediately paid attention to the doctors’ places of work. I studied the reputation of maternity hospitals.

Arrival at the maternity hospital

On the appointed day, my husband walked me to the emergency department. I was left to wait in line alone; I let my husband go home. A slight panic and full awareness that I was sitting in the maternity hospital, and, therefore, would soon give birth, came to me in the waiting room. There was a girl in line with contractions and her water breaking.

I had a whole range of feelings: from anticipation of meeting my daughter to fear of childbirth.

Meeting with an anesthesiologist

The anesthesiologist turned out to be a pleasant middle-aged man. But the conversation was very dry. It was somewhat reminiscent of an interrogation with passion: “What were you sick with? Have there been any operations? How many? For what?". And then we came to the most important thing - to examining my back, apparently to mark the injection site.

And then Alexander Nikolaevich gasped, as if he saw something terrible there.

Before leaving, Alexander Nikolaevich gave me recommendations:

don't eat for 18 hours,

do not drink before 13 hours,

get a good night's sleep.

Day of surgery

At 9:15 I was taken to the operating room.

The anesthesiologist was glad that he would try spinal anesthesia. They found a place where there was no tattoo on the vertebrae.

It's always scary on the operating table. And at the moment when they give you injections in the spine, it’s even worse. It was impossible to move.

And somewhere there Nikonov was operating, along the way explaining to graduate students where my organ was...

This probably should have been creepy, but, having spoiled me, the professional chill and businesslike attitude towards the process for some reason calmed me down. In general, I am convinced that you need to blindly trust yourself and your health to the doctor you came to. This is the key to successful treatment. Although I agree, the sensations are quite unpleasant when you realize that all this is happening inside you. This realization caused my blood pressure to spike. Which I tried not to do so as not to cause harm.

At 9:45, after some manipulations, I heard grunting and a short cry.

After 5-10 minutes they brought me my princess and even put it to my chest. At 10:20 I was already transferred to the intensive care ward.

The daughter was born weighing 3820 g and height 53 cm.

Then I ended up in the intensive care ward.

After 4 hours, the anesthesia wore off.

And what happiness I felt from being able to walk again!

While I couldn’t feel my legs, somewhere inside I felt terrified: what if my legs wouldn’t come to their senses. As soon as I began to feel better, I began to move as intensely as I could: roll over from side to side, raise and lower my legs, massage them. My stomach hurt like hell. But for a speedy recovery it was necessary to move. And I felt my uterus contracting.