Never will I miss a single detail about the way I gave birth to my son. It was a bit funny, a bit frightening and a bit worrisome kind of birth.
It was already my ninth month of pregnancy. My tummy was so big my doctor thought I'd have twins. But unfortunately, it wasn't. So what happened was my husband and I went to the doctor for examination. She measured the diameter and all those kinds of examinations one would undergo. Nonetheless, she told me that I should have a C-section because of how big I was then. I was frightened really, because never did I think of going through C-section, not if really needed.
So the following day, I decided to get a second opinion to what should be my fate in giving birth. When we went to another hospital, the doctor informed us that they won't let me leave the hospital because I was already dilated to 5 cm. I never expected that news because there were no signs that I was ready to give birth. No tummy pains, no breaking of the waterbag, so on and so forth.
What they did, they put me in a wheelchair, pushed me all the way to the labor room and made me stay there for like forever. Meanwhile, my husband was of the same state that I was -- shocked and kinda didn't know what to do. So he went home to get all my things needed for the hospital, while I waited for the pains to come. There were like five moms who were also with me in the labor room. I got pretty scared because they were all screaming and crying due to the pains they were experiencing, while I was just sitting there and wondering "What the heck are they crying out loud for?"
Just then, a doctor came by my side and asked me if I was experiencing labor pains and I told them no. And then came the first of all the pains reserved for me. They made me lie down, inserted something in me and to my mistake, I looked at what they were holding which made me freak out. It was long and metal, used for tearing the waterbag to induce labor. My God ... it was after just a few minutes that I do understand why my fellow women were crying that loud. The pain was really unforgettable. Every few minutes, I was feeling the contraction, and I really was crying God's name. I never thought this would be that painful.
It was then that I was wheeled into the delivery room. But that doesn't end there. The moment I was put in the bed, contractions still going, the doctor made me push with all my might. But because my tummy was so big, I really can't get my baby out. I tried thousands of times with no success. An assistant came up to the doctor to help her out for my delivery. But the agony doesn't end there. I was under trial labor, so they would still opt for a C-section if the labor won't work.
So they took one last chance of getting my baby out. The assistant put her hands on top of my diaphragm and basically put all her weight on me and started pushing the baby. I was at the same time breathing in and out but the assistant made it impossible for me to breathe because all of her weight is on me!!! It was really a difficult thing for me. But after a few more pushes, my baby came out and I was finally able to breathe properly.
After that, I don't remember what happened next. When I woke up I was in my room recuperating. My baby was still in the nursery since they were still doing some tests on him. But all the same, it was something of an experience that is uncomparable to anything I have gone through.