The
story of my birth...
It
was a sunny Tuesday morning on the 23rd of May 2000 at 8:00
o clock CET when my dad had just taken a shower and was getting ready to
go to work and my mom was still sleeping with me in her tummy when I just
felt like practicing to kick. Next moment I noticed that it became a little
less comfortable around me and we quickly got out of bed . I heard her
saying to my dad: “I think you don’t have to go to work today“…
My
mom phoned the hospital to ask what to do, since she was going to give
birth to me there instead of at home. She and my dad just felt safer that
way. I didn’t really care…
The
nurse on the phone told her, that she could still have breakfast, take
a shower and then get ready to go to the hospital which was only a 5 min.
drive away from our appartment then. I heard her phone my grandparents
and felt that she got a little nervous.
At
9:00 o clock (only one hour after getting out of bed) I started to feel
some pressure around me about every 5 minutes.
We
all drove quickly to the hospital.
When
we got there we met our mid”wife”, who was actually a very nice man and
he put my mom on a machine to measure the contractions. I think they call
that a CTG.
I
guess my mom didn’t feel so good at that time, she said that she felt like
throwing up.
About
half an hour later she took a shower and my dad was massaging her back
to comfort her.
Then
“Frits” our midwife said, that there is a delivery room ready for my mom,
me and my dad now and he showed us where to go.
There
he left us alone with a young, friendly nurse. My mom was really not feeling
good anymore and helped herself during the contractions by hanging onto
daddy and the nurse and pretending walking up stairs. I think she really
wanted to get it over soon.
Finally
at around 11:00 Frits came back and asked how she was doing. At that moment
she was not really nice to him and said something that I wasn’t supposed
to hear ...(hehe)
So
Frits checked her dilation and decided that we could start with the last
stage of birth- the pushing. During that stage my mom was also not very
nice to my dad.
I
can’t really remember everything, because it all went so fast, suddenly
just before noon time a funny thing latched on to my head and I was pulled
out. Later I found out that it was the vacuum and they had to use it, because
my heartbeat had gone down. My mom and dad were very happy when I was out.
I was warmly packed, first crying, then sleeping on my mom’s tummy and
my parents were looking at me all the time.
My
dad was even allowed to cut the ambillical cord and later on he was with
me when I was taking a quick bath (which I did not like very much!).
So
I was born on the 23rd of May 2000 at 11:59 in the morning after
only 3 hours of hard work. At 16:00 o clock that same day we were already
home and I met my cat “Nekochan” for the first time.
We
all got very well adjusted to being a family. About one month after I was
born we moved to a new appartment. With 8 months I started to walk, food
has never been my favourite thing in life (only mommy"s milk I liked
until the age of 5 months) and sometimes my naughtyness makes my
parents want to stick me behind the wallpaper (that's a dutch figure of
speech). In November 2003 we moved to a house with garden and we really
like it here. Mom and Dad are surprised at how quickly I have become a
big boy...
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