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Hey Ema, sorry for interupting your month-by-month albums, but I have something to share...
I was just looking some old photographes and I accidentally came across this one. Those are a pictures from my phone of my time spent in maternity hospital last week before Ema was born. So I want to share my story how I end up there more than one month too early (actually in 35th/40 week of pregnancy).
The entire pregnancy I was going on collage at the same time. I was feeling great. I was actually running for buses, I was climbing at 6th froor(sometimes 3 times a day) etc. But with the beginning of 8th month of pregnancy everything becomes harder for me...it was even hard for me to sit, to lay down, to stand...to walk. And I thought to myself- Its impossible that this is going to last a whole 2 month!- so I stoped going on collage(professors let me go home 'cause they saw it was hard for me to sit there), fortunetly by then I finished all of my obligations and it was almost end of semester. Round that time I figured that maybe(but just maybe) the amniotic fluid runs out slowly. I went to the doc but she didnt work that day so I left that for some other day. I went home, and my hubby and I decided to decorate Emas room a little more before she join us. So we start to glued stars on her ceiling...I wasnt feeling good at all, but I thought to myself- Dont be coward, dont be weeper...- I just continued with routine. In the evening we went to mega store to buy...I dont know what, and something hurt me really bad(I felt that pain few more times earlyer during pregnancy) and I just felt that Im cold on the legs, so I went to the toilet and I saw water, that Im wet! I was 8 month pregnant, 34 weeks, so how can it be?! I was scared a little, so we called a cab, went home, pick up stuff for hospital(fortunetly I packed my bag when I was 7 month prego), and strait to hospital. They sent me to do some tests and told me that it wasnt my water broke but I pee-pee myself! Yea, right...come on now, be serious! So they take me to the ultrasound and said something like- Oooo my gosh, you're almost out of amniotic fluid!- I thought I would die right there, right that second! I thought- This is it baby, be good, we're going to meet each other now! Everything is going to be just fine! Breathe(...or dont, I dont know)!- But no! They sent me to department on whose door were written big letters "HIGH RISK PREGNANCY" and I layed there all by myself, alone in that room for 7 days. The doctors came in ask if everything is ok, took blood, hear Emas heart, my heart...without saying anything. I've missed snow, Christmas, New Year's eve...But the most of all I missed my hubby, I missed my familly...I was alone there, crying every day(sometimes I was just listening VH1 and dancing, googling, talking to baby...but mostly missing somebody and everybody). Last day of 35th week, right after doctors exit my room I felt my water broke(again!) I was terrified! I ran out of my room and yell for doctors with that sentence in my head- Oooo my gosh, you're almost out of amniotic fluid!- so how about now?! They were just looked at me and said- OK, go to your room, we will examine you, when we finished our visites.- so I just sat on my bed all sweaty of fear and I think I wasnt breathing, I was afraid to even move! After half an hour they called me into ordination. They examined me and told me that my amniotic fluid is below the level of risk! So one more time I thought- Ok, this is it! Now we're going to meet each other baby!- but they said- We are going to deliver your baby tommorow!- I was like- WHAT??? Are you serious?!?! My baby is out of water in there, she's going to die, she's choking and you're goin to deliver her TOMMOROW???- I was very frustrated and scared... I called everybody to pray for the baby and me... I was praying all the time there and God always silenced my fear and telling me that everything is going to be fine. Tommorow, that 5th of January 2016 they took me to pre delivery room, they put me on induction at 8:30 in the morning. Two women were lying on the beds besides mine...so two of them went and gave birth to their children...new two came and go, new two came and go. I was just laying there and nothing happens! After 5 hours I felt so much pain I couldnt stand it! The doctors were giving me so much, different, painkiller injections I didnt even remmember the number of them(next day I checked my chart it was 12 different injections). In one moment they gave me one of wich I was like falling into coma between contractions and all of the doctors were in front of me looking at me(I saw them during contractions) and one of them asked another- Can she have any consequences of this one?- and she said- Yes. She could have amnesia...- and I went down into "coma" again. In one moment we couldnt find Emas heart beats! I was at the begining of nervous breakdown! And then they pulled me off of induction(second one, because first one-the regular one didnt do the job) and gave me infusion('cause I dint drink or eat anything 24 hours, not even the water). So I slept those moments of infusion, and then welcome back induction...where were we...oh yes...aaaaaaaaa... So after 12 painful hours of induction, doctor left me 'cause I wasnt obedient, sister came I told me that I have to WALK to delivery room...man, you must be joking with me! So I walk! Bla, bla, bla...At 8:37 in the evening EMA WAS BORN!!! They brought her on my chests and I was like- Ok, take her now!- doctor told me- Kiss her!- I said-Ok...cmok. Take her!- So pediatrician came and tell me Ema's not going to be with me, but on other floor 'cause my water broke early and she might have sepsis...she asked me some questions... At that point I didnt feel any emotions, as if my battery was empty. Thay took me down stairs and put me in room with some nice woman(THANK GOD)!
So they continued doing some tests on Ema to see if shes healthy, and continued to bring her to me every 3 hours for 30 minutes. Everybody were calling me every day to see how I was doing, how's Ema, and do we know when we were goin home. So again after 2 weeks laying in that hospital without my hubby, without my baby, without my familly I was at the varge of the nervous breakdown(again)! I was crying alot, aspecially at night and when they were taking Ema from me. So I decided- if they dont let me go home tommorow I will ask to go home with my baby on my own risk- But tommorow morning doctor came in and ask- Tesovic, are you ready to go home?- I shout- Oooh, THANK GOD!!!- everybody started laughing and doctor said- Yeah, thak God, and to say "thank you doctor"?- Oh yeah...Thank you!
Hey Ema, sorry for interupting your month-by-month albums, but I have something to share...
I was just looking some old photographes and I accidentally came across this one. Those are a pictures from my phone of my time spent in maternity hospital last week before Ema was born. So I want to share my story how I end up there more than one month too early (actually in 35th/40 week of pregnancy).
The entire pregnancy I was going on collage at the same time. I was feeling great. I was actually running for buses, I was climbing at 6th froor(sometimes 3 times a day) etc. But with the beginning of 8th month of pregnancy everything becomes harder for me...it was even hard for me to sit, to lay down, to stand...to walk. And I thought to myself- Its impossible that this is going to last a whole 2 month!- so I stoped going on collage(professors let me go home 'cause they saw it was hard for me to sit there), fortunetly by then I finished all of my obligations and it was almost end of semester. Round that time I figured that maybe(but just maybe) the amniotic fluid runs out slowly. I went to the doc but she didnt work that day so I left that for some other day. I went home, and my hubby and I decided to decorate Emas room a little more before she join us. So we start to glued stars on her ceiling...I wasnt feeling good at all, but I thought to myself- Dont be coward, dont be weeper...- I just continued with routine. In the evening we went to mega store to buy...I dont know what, and something hurt me really bad(I felt that pain few more times earlyer during pregnancy) and I just felt that Im cold on the legs, so I went to the toilet and I saw water, that Im wet! I was 8 month pregnant, 34 weeks, so how can it be?! I was scared a little, so we called a cab, went home, pick up stuff for hospital(fortunetly I packed my bag when I was 7 month prego), and strait to hospital. They sent me to do some tests and told me that it wasnt my water broke but I pee-pee myself! Yea, right...come on now, be serious! So they take me to the ultrasound and said something like- Oooo my gosh, you're almost out of amniotic fluid!- I thought I would die right there, right that second! I thought- This is it baby, be good, we're going to meet each other now! Everything is going to be just fine! Breathe(...or dont, I dont know)!- But no! They sent me to department on whose door were written big letters "HIGH RISK PREGNANCY" and I layed there all by myself, alone in that room for 7 days. The doctors came in ask if everything is ok, took blood, hear Emas heart, my heart...without saying anything. I've missed snow, Christmas, New Year's eve...But the most of all I missed my hubby, I missed my familly...I was alone there, crying every day(sometimes I was just listening VH1 and dancing, googling, talking to baby...but mostly missing somebody and everybody). Last day of 35th week, right after doctors exit my room I felt my water broke(again!) I was terrified! I ran out of my room and yell for doctors with that sentence in my head- Oooo my gosh, you're almost out of amniotic fluid!- so how about now?! They were just looked at me and said- OK, go to your room, we will examine you, when we finished our visites.- so I just sat on my bed all sweaty of fear and I think I wasnt breathing, I was afraid to even move! After half an hour they called me into ordination. They examined me and told me that my amniotic fluid is below the level of risk! So one more time I thought- Ok, this is it! Now we're going to meet each other baby!- but they said- We are going to deliver your baby tommorow!- I was like- WHAT??? Are you serious?!?! My baby is out of water in there, she's going to die, she's choking and you're goin to deliver her TOMMOROW???- I was very frustrated and scared... I called everybody to pray for the baby and me... I was praying all the time there and God always silenced my fear and telling me that everything is going to be fine. Tommorow, that 5th of January 2016 they took me to pre delivery room, they put me on induction at 8:30 in the morning. Two women were lying on the beds besides mine...so two of them went and gave birth to their children...new two came and go, new two came and go. I was just laying there and nothing happens! After 5 hours I felt so much pain I couldnt stand it! The doctors were giving me so much, different, painkiller injections I didnt even remmember the number of them(next day I checked my chart it was 12 different injections). In one moment they gave me one of wich I was like falling into coma between contractions and all of the doctors were in front of me looking at me(I saw them during contractions) and one of them asked another- Can she have any consequences of this one?- and she said- Yes. She could have amnesia...- and I went down into "coma" again. In one moment we couldnt find Emas heart beats! I was at the begining of nervous breakdown! And then they pulled me off of induction(second one, because first one-the regular one didnt do the job) and gave me infusion('cause I dint drink or eat anything 24 hours, not even the water). So I slept those moments of infusion, and then welcome back induction...where were we...oh yes...aaaaaaaaa... So after 12 painful hours of induction, doctor left me 'cause I wasnt obedient, sister came I told me that I have to WALK to delivery room...man, you must be joking with me! So I walk! Bla, bla, bla...At 8:37 in the evening EMA WAS BORN!!! They brought her on my chests and I was like- Ok, take her now!- doctor told me- Kiss her!- I said-Ok...cmok. Take her!- So pediatrician came and tell me Ema's not going to be with me, but on other floor 'cause my water broke early and she might have sepsis...she asked me some questions... At that point I didnt feel any emotions, as if my battery was empty. Thay took me down stairs and put me in room with some nice woman(THANK GOD)!
So they continued doing some tests on Ema to see if shes healthy, and continued to bring her to me every 3 hours for 30 minutes. Everybody were calling me every day to see how I was doing, how's Ema, and do we know when we were goin home. So again after 2 weeks laying in that hospital without my hubby, without my baby, without my familly I was at the varge of the nervous breakdown(again)! I was crying alot, aspecially at night and when they were taking Ema from me. So I decided- if they dont let me go home tommorow I will ask to go home with my baby on my own risk- But tommorow morning doctor came in and ask- Tesovic, are you ready to go home?- I shout- Oooh, THANK GOD!!!- everybody started laughing and doctor said- Yeah, thak God, and to say "thank you doctor"?- Oh yeah...Thank you!
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| Yeah, I also took lots of selfies :) |
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| Only one with duck face! I promise! |
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| Art...missed my camera |
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| Emas heart beats |
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| Listening my babys heart |
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| Only way I saw snow...trough the window... |
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| Only fun thing I did...it took me 2 hour... |
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| My baby muffin... |
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| Ok, sorry, one more duck face...No more! This was last kiss to my bump! Going to delivery room! |
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| First picture of Ema |
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| She was so tiny...but sooo beautiful!!! |
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