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So on April 24 I was hospitalized because I was already 42 weeks and 3 days — this is considered full-term and the baby is ready to be born, but my contractions were weak and not suitable for labor. They told me we'd wait until morning for the labor to strengthen; if not, they'd start inducing labor ?. They put me in the pregnancy pathology ward (don’t be scared by the name — pregnant women stay there for observation). On April 25 at 5:00 a.m. a nurse woke me up and said, “Get up, dear, we’re going to the delivery room” ? (my knees were a bit shaky but I held on because I knew if I worked well I’d see my baby soon). They took me to a room and started an IV to induce labor since my contractions hadn’t strengthened, and by 9:00 the process had begun ?. I was alone in the room, which was actually better because you don’t let yourself slack. I entertained myself as best I could — put on music, sang, zoned out ? — and during strong contractions I ate a chocolate bar ? which helped a lot, and drank lots of water. At 12:00 during doctors’ rounds I was unknowingly heading for the finish line. After rounds they took me to the birthing chair; it was a little scary, but the cries of newborns motivated me ??, and I calmed down knowing I’d soon hold my baby. And then at 1:30 p.m. he appeared — my boy Amirhan. As soon as they put him on me I forgot about everything in the world; nothing mattered and the pain instantly disappeared. After that we stayed with my son for two hours in the delivery room, then they transferred us to a ward where we were with other moms and babies. I want to thank everyone who congratulated me and who came to visit, especially my husband’s mom — she sent me tasty soups and tea ? (you need strength after birth ?) and my husband who brought everything and supported me. I’m writing this so I don’t forget all the emotions — you do forget them over time anyway ?.
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