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October 21, 2009: the day that changed his life

Written by Elena
The day of the 21 was really long, but so intense and overwhelming that, overall, has flown in a while for me and Alfredo. After pregnancy you are looking for more than two years and spent day after day in happy expectation, it all happened in less than 24 hours without giving prior notice, not even giving us time to realize that finally our Luke was ready and had decided to come to know.

Last night at dinner I told Alfredo that I had completed all the chores at home that I wanted to do and everything was ready for the arrival of Luke, was just wait and hope that you decide yourself.
at 1, 30 of the first night I wake up in pain but I try to leave Alfredo sleep and relax because I thought they were passengers, also tried to go to the toilet to pee, fearing that the bladder is driving away, but the pain continues intermittent . Alfredo you notice that breathing in a strange way and asks me what's there. I tell him that I contractions half asleep and he is seized with a sudden moment of panic at the news late at night, but then flashes back to sleep when not to shake his hand during contraction.
The night passes and gets morning we have breakfast, I could walk in and not just end up eating the bad and begin to understand that after following two courses prepartum, the emotion when it comes time makes you lose your right! Even my mom gets home to say hello and see me walk home in his underwear wrapped in the blanket. Every time I lean to the cabinet in silence and then resume talking.
Among several telephone calls to empty my gynecologist, hospital midwife finally answer me and advise me to take a hot shower and see how it goes. So I find that there are losses in the strip of mucus and blood will cap ??!?! Alf back in the living room and told my mother: "Helen has lost the cap!" And my mom does not understand what I am and you plug a laugh!
The shower was nice, but they approached the contractions (every 6 minutes) and 40 minutes drive from having to prepare and make up my mind I decided to go.

arrived at the hospital (I hung the headrest of the seat back) and we got into the obstetrics department. There, the contractions were down and I fear it was wrong to want to go. I still stick to the path, luckily midwives are well aware that changing environment, the contractions may stop and then resume. In the room there is another girl scocciatissima, reading a newspaper as if it were the comber. But I have taken my contractions and I could stand up against the wall, even I could climb with the nails! The roadmap has to be fairly regular peaks and looking 80-90-100 I wonder if all goes well as a path. Following
pelvic examination, a bit 'dolorosetta, in which I am afraid that the doctor wants me to break the amniotic sac, but it tells me I am 3 cm dilated I admitted.
There I had a moment of fear and I thought, "Wow I've never been hospitalized in my life! So we really? Do not send me home. " Unfortunately there are no rooms and stay in the hallway to hang on the wall with each contraction! A gentleman came to visit me look, and smiles at me at times I sent him to hell! in the meantime send Alf to take to eat since the half, so I started eating a sandwich in the middle of a corridor between contractions, until a nurse told me that the delivery room is free and we can accommodate. The delivery room?!?! indeed!

In the delivery room I got my second moment of panic seeing the bed, I felt their backs to the wall, thinking, although Alfred was always with me, "now it's just me giving birth, it is my turn and did not can go back! "
The midwife who accompanies me to all the party's name was Angela, and is a sweet girl younger than me all afternoon until evening comforts me and makes the time of contraction to push.
I was a lot of time on all fours leaning on the bottom of the bed, Angela heard the little heart beating Luke well and visit me every two hours to see how to proceed. I empty the bladder with the catheter because it alone can not do it.
reach 7 cm, and try other positions: standing up leaning against the headboard of the bed, sitting on the ball and on the chair with Norwegian Alfredo that I acted as "back", while occasionally popping gynecologists and other doctors who checked how to proceed. Then a doctor comes and convinces me to break the sack to get more head while Luke and I fear I agree with: I feel the hot stream coming down Alf and reassures me that is clear.

The hours pass into the delivery room with background radio RDS and Alf from a contraction and the other asked me if I want to eat, drink, take the Bach flower remedies or homeopathic granules and I alternate my choices between a croissant and a juice fruit. In fact I was lucky because the contractions were never so close, leaving me time to breathe and talk.
As the evening comes I make myself more tired and sore and also I have no urge to push despite having heard the head right there in between my legs, I do it when it comes to contract because it reduces the pain and I feel that Luke falls a bit 'but I have an impulse as I have so Sometimes bed.

I begin to be very tired from screaming and I ask nothing but make me a dose of painkiller, but now say they will not need more, I just push out Luke, but I have more strength and every time comes the contraction, Angela encourages me but I give up after a little push.
At this point involved the gynecologists that having made the past 21, they think it is time to prepare and cut short a bit 'of tools. I worry and I say that I do not want an episiotomy nor the cup! But I'm too tired to speak or understand what I want, but Alf watches over everything like a hawk ... I do however
anesthesia preparatory episiotomy (which anyway I do not do) and then I gives some 'of support intravenous oxytocin, which frankly I did not notice!

comes the gynecologist who looks like a German policeman and says that now we do go out and I'm happy to help me. So, lying on the couch (where I did not want to give birth because I could not pull the handles but push) just helps me get the contraction widening and partly manually grab the head of Luke accompagnadola half out. I felt a stinging and I yelled with all the breath I had! and finally head out for half off and I hear the voice that tells me that Alfredo is made, Luca is out, missing a last push! The midwife sees
head full of hair and tells me she has also whiskers as a father and everyone laughs! I feel that it's almost over, soothe me and wait with the next contraction I feel that shelling out all the hot little body and liquid are ... 21:43 ... Luke is born!

I do not remember hearing him cry, they are quiet which is good because Alfredo follows him, bring him to clean while I concentrate on the second after just coming out and also the placenta. The midwife makes us see and is perfect, thank you because it has protected and nurtured our little good!
Alfredo, who had followed Luke gives me the dirt on him a while to finally let me see your breasts ...



then an annoying internal cleaning, mending of four points (two practitioners who need to learn to sew!), A pinprick to contract the uterus and a good disinfectant wash and I'm ready for the arrival of Luke in my arms clean and measured, after saying goodbye to the grandparents who have to suffer all day outside the delivery room!

Here is when Alfred the "show", still dirty, the grandparents before finally bring it to wash and then back to me ...


make me get up, change and take us to the labor room to enjoy a little 'intimacy of the three of us (and I take some refreshment to the advancement of toast for lunch and other little things that I had kept): 21 the day finally comes to an end and we're a family! Worldwide
focus for me in that hospital room in that bed, in that embrace, in that warm little bundle: our Luke has arrived and all the work done goes!
pity that Alf could not stay with us and in torrential rain without an umbrella and he's had to go home after midnight and taken completely drenched by the rain on the way to the car ...