Pregnancy is not easy, that is the say I've had three.

The first pregnancy was a real test for my endurance and although it was the one that took more risks, was also that I took calmer of the three.

The calm that gives ignorance

Despite having all the symptoms, it never occurred to me I might be in a state of weightlessness. In fact postponed for weeks my appointment with the gynecologist from overwork. I assumed that my discomfort was due just to stress and workload.

A couple of days before the appointment gine, I began to feel strange and I became a test of pharmacy pregnancy. I swore I was going to be negative, it just had my period, but rare period to end.

The first surprise was the two-run test, really did not believe it and thought that after a while he would erase one of the hairlines.

I decided to keep the excitement until I confirm with my doctor by ultrasound, but one day before the appointment I had a new bleeding, as if I had cut my hand, blood looked red and fresh, very different from bleeding from previous days. And last but not least had colic.

After a couple of calls I was back in my home with a pill, an injection and a suppository. I was in bed one day with the soil pressure thanks to drugs to slow, contractions.

Indeed, she was pregnant and had had a threatened abortion, as a slight loosening of the bag where the kids of the uterus grow noticeable.

I was sent a week of rest and medicine. My first thought was "nature is wise, if not for me that baby, nothing happens and I will not do dramas" total was not in my plans to be mother at the time of my life.

After that week I returned to my normal and the month again, pum, Another bleeding! That thing was more delicate because detachment could be serious.

And by then there was the illusion of having a baby, so drove me crazy emotions of anxiety, guilt and fear. I saved a week of complete bed. In fact medical instruction was "do not stop or the bathroom.

After those two scares, things happened with some calm, because history could not exercise, or even fingerprints or eye. Nothing.

I felt that yoga would be enough to prepare for childbirth. No, farther from reality could not be even remotely prepared.

He arrived the day of delivery and I had no idea what was what was going to live nor how he had to react, do, say or think.

And then I lost control. My dream ended in a Caesarean delivery, yoga and breathing I forgot completely. My emotions were a runaway flow that would directly tailspin.

Between pain, fear and ignorance I became a spectator of the birth of my first child, instead of being the protagonist of this momentous event of my life.

I remember clearly that saw things like a movie in slow motion, a blur, very fast, with images that come and go, but it was a little drugged by anesthesia and a little adrenaline to the event so I was living.

Fortunately my son was born perfect, no medical complications and my recovery turned out to be amazing, quick and almost painless.

What was not perfect was to let me steal my labor thanks to the huge amount of oxytocin more they put me. What was not perfect was to let my son will be seven hours before seeing him again. What was not perfect was let give him milk formula rather than arrest him my boob.

Of course I did not know that all this could be different, that would be otherwise.

My second pregnancy was a completely different story to tell you next week.