When I got pregnant for the first time I remember that the issue of birth, birth place, the doctor, the name was what occupied my head. It never never occurred to me to think about what happens after birth?
With a head full of doubts about the great moment when I become mom, arrived a day expected, my first child was born by Caesarean section, he was taken for seven hours a nursery, nobody in the hospital helped me or told me something about breastfeeding. However, I was happy that everything "had gone well" at the end my baby and I were fine, safe and sound.
At that time I knew that everything could have been different, so I took things as they came without any concern. It was the most disciplined in everything they said my pediatrician and gynecologist at the time.
Two days later I left with my baby in her arms, happy and proud to have survived that better than I thought it might have been time. The good arrived that day at night and subsequent weeks, when my baby cried at night, on the day.
I did not know that babies had colic, the infant formula caused them constipation, did not know that newborns need to be in the arms of his mother, who are used to the constant movements, sounds heartbeat and bowels. And so when I left quietly and alone in his gutter he cried as loud.
Nevertheless, the help grandma and dad my son was bearable intense moments, however, a week everyone returned to normal, because mine have never seen.
Emotions passing me a second, I did not know what to do first, washing clothes, washing dishes, washing baby bottles, and so lulled the child all day. They gave me 5 and I uneaten.
She cried every day. She cried in the morning. She cried after lunch when I was alone again. She cried at night when Dad came and asked me how I was. She cried.
The worst was not mourn, I was feeling more alone than ever in my life and flawed, things that also made me mourn. And then I wondered why no one told me this was going to be. Why?
In all the magazines I read in the books, there came nothing difficult and complex it is, even with the best conditions, the postpartum period. Come on, nor women who had already been moms told me anything before.
Now as a mother of three and postnatal care consultant, I see many moms so different, but with one common denominator: the constant crisis postpartum period.
Most question whether these altered emotional states are normal, especially if someday will pass those blue days when nothing makes sense.
But the question is always the same why nobody told me so rough?
The sad moments after birth no one told me
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Oleh
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