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Promptly, as life...

my first pregnancy ended with loss of the kid on early term. I worried madly - children`s crying was heard everywhere, and for some reason on streets was too many pregnant women and mummies with carriages... Doctors warned that the following pregnancy will come not soon, but did not pass also half a year as in the morning I threw up...

Happiness from expectation of the kid (checked according to three tests before going to the gynecologist) was replaced by thought that I will not survive - I felt sick constantly and from everything... Understanding that I will survive came after gorged on the real Uzbek pilaf (where much - a lot of fat and meat) watered with cherry jam... And then at the night of spouses ran to parents in a cellar behind compote. Besides cherry because neither I, nor small could not suffer till the morning...

of 9 months rushed quickly, I left for sessions, a duck went to university, sometimes was upset from the fact that my clothes are not too various, and my flavoring addictions are very extravagant...

In maternity hospital I laid down in two weeks prior to the birth of the kid though doctors thought that in two weeks, but I - that know when the kid was conceived...

woke up from the forgotten feeling of the pulling stomach, as before periods at Night... Solved: here they are preparatory skhvatochka, and laid down to doze again. I fell asleep for two hours, woke up with understanding that I am not present, it is not preparation of a uterus for the forthcoming childbirth, it they began... The most ridiculous that on chamber we only talked to little girls in the evening about what to give birth during week-end, at night and on Monday is not necessary at all... A result - time 2 o`clock in the morning since Sunday on Monday... And I give birth...

In a corridor waters departed, the nurse came running, called the doctor... Further - as at all: survey, an enema, a toilet with an open door (you never know), a shower...

the doctor told

At the next survey: “When you will want to crap, call me loudly, shout at all maternity hospital supposedly Alexander Ivanych, I want to crap...“ I lie, so and I think: “What to what I know, I am an educated person, clever read books, I will shout that attempts began... The clear head - a razumnitsa! As soon as attempts began, guess that I shouted? Correctly - “I want to crap!“

Me was translated in rodzat where I gave birth to the little boy... It was put to a breast, I sobbed with happiness and thought what it at me beautiful (it now, looking at its photo from maternity hospital, I think of where beauty - that I saw)...

is farther than

- overlaying of seams (it was very painful even in comparison with childbirth), ice on a stomach...

A then - bleeding, pricks, a patrimonial trauma at the child (I learned it then), treatment small and terrible fatigue... And slightly pogodya - kindergarten, then - school and desire to repeat...

Childbirth was prompt, and so there was a wish to enjoy each sekundochka of a miracle of appearance of the person on light. Bigger happiness does not happen, and the most important - only you can make it...