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Quando idealizamos o nascimento de um filho, não inserimos no pacote que algo de negativo ou uma série de acontecimentos improváveis possam acontecer. Sonhamos com um parto, seja ele natural ou por cesariana, como nas telenovelas, bonito e se possível sem dor, o pai a cortar o cordão umbilical, a equipa toda feliz e sorridente com o acontecimento, uma serie de fotos e vídeos que eternizam aquele momento tão especial. Pois mas nem sempre é assim, ou talvez seja assim só nos filmes ou nas revistas, pois em dois partos que tive ambos estiveram longe do idealizado. Comecemos pelo dia 27 de Junho. Foi durante aquela tarde quente de verão que soube que iria ficar internada, ja não podendo ir a casa para que a equipa pudesse preparar o meu pré-operatorio. Então como no dia seguinte tinha a festa de aniversário da Maria no infantário, dei uma serie de indicacoes ao pai : ir buscar o bolo que a nossa querida amiga Joana Oliveira fez e estava muito bonito, preparar as lembranças, organizar a roupa, um conjunto de coisas que podem já imaginar o caos que foi o pai lá em casa a orgnizar sozinho uma festa da Princesa Sofia !!! Primeiro imprevisto : o pai ao ir para casa atropelou um enorme texugo, sim um texugo, e partiu o bolo dentro do carro e ainda teve duas horas à espera da guarda florestal (até as 22h com a Maria no carro) para dar notificação do acontecimento. Dia 28 Junho. A minha cesariana estava marcada para as 9h. Teoricamente numa cesariana tudo é bem programado, não existem tantos elementos supresa em relação a tempo ou dor. E assim foi, o meu marido chegou, após deixar a Maria no infantário e me dizer que lhe deu um bocado de Ben-u-ron por precaução !!! Naquele momento nem quis fazer mais perguntas, acho que até se dispensa comentários (um bocado de Ben-u-ron, disse ele, enfim !) Segundo imprevisto: momento em que a equipa manda o pai sentar para não ver o que se estava a passar, o baby R nasce e levam-no… o pai não cortou o cordao umbilical, não o consegui ver no primeiro momento… logo aqui começa o desmoronar do nosso parto de sonho. Terceiro imprevisto : já na sala de recobro, todos felizes porque afinal o baby R estava bem e começou desde logo a mamar, o telefone toca… vejo « Kinderkrippe » (infantário). O meu coração começou logo a bater, o pai atende e dizem que a Maria tem febre e que precisamos de a ir buscar. Num post posterior explicarei melhor, mas resumidamente a Maria sempre que tem febre tem convulsões febris, e normalmente ela toma antipiréticos no primeiro sinal de febre. O pai teve de ir busca la e eu fiquei sozinha… Quarto imprevisto : eu, sozinha após uma cesariana, com um filho nos braços, sem conseguir mexer me da cinta para baixo e com o meu pensamente na minha querida filha que nesse dia fazia anos, com uma festa improvisada e sem a presença da mãe. Quinto imprevisto : o pai liga me a dizer que a Maria tinha acabado de ter uma convulsao febril em casa… Sexto imprevisto : o meu marido tinha de ir ao aeroporto buscar a minha mae que chegava neste dia. Tinha mesmo de lá ir porque era a primeira vez que ela vinha sozinha, não conhece nada nem sabe a língua. Entao pegou ele na Maria e foi busca la. Setimo imprevisto : mesmo doente a Maria veio fazer nos uma visita, porque não lhe puder dar um beijo no dia de ano delas… então vieram… dei lhe um beijo e uma prenda, mas ela estava tão doente, vomitou e chorou imenso… pedi lhes então que fossem para casa. Fiquei no hospital, eu e o baby R sozinhos, com uma companheira de quarto rodeada de familia, e eu sempre que me caida o telemóvel ou me apetecia um simples copo de agua tinha de tocar a Campainha. Oitavo imprevisto : embora possa ser normal, o baby R naquele dia não abriu uma vez os olhos, deixando me logo com aquele pensamento sempre presente na minha cabeça. E foi assim o nosso dia, longe de ser naquele momento perfeito, já para não referir que a acompanhar todos estes imprevisto, encontrava me num pais diferente, numa língua que não e a minha e sem a minha familia e amigos mais próximos por perto. Nono e doloroso imprevisto : chorei muito nesse dia…

What else could happen on this specific day!

When we idealize the birth of a child, we don´t even conceive that something negative or a series of improbable events can or would ever happen. We all dream of a birth, whether natural or by C-section, as something you would see in soap operas, beautiful and if possible, without pain. The father cutting the umbilical cord, the whole team happy and smiling, a series of photos and videos that eternalize that special moment. However, this is not always the case, maybe it’s just in movies or in magazines, because both my deliveries have been far from what I idealized.

Let’s start with June 27th. It was during that hot summer afternoon that I knew I would be hospitalized, not being able to go home anymore, so that the team could prepare my preoperative. Since I had Maria’s birthday party at the kindergarten the very next day, I gave a series of instructions to the father: to get the beautiful cake that our dear friend Joana Oliveira was going to be make, to prepare the souvenirs, to organize the clothes… well, a set of things that, as you can already imagine, became total chaos with the father at home trying to organize a Princess Sofia theme party!!!

First unexpected event: the father, when on his way home, ran over a huge badger – yes… a badger – and broke the cake with the impact; then he had to wait for two hours until the arrival of the forest ranger (until 10 pm) to give the notification of the event, all this with Maria in the car.

Day: June 28th. My C-section was scheduled for 9am. Theoretically, C-sections are always well programmed, so there are not many elements of surprise in relation to time or pain of delivery. My husband arrived, after leaving Maria in kindergarten, and told me he had given her a piece of Ben-u-rum as a precaution!!! At that moment, I didn’t even want to ask any more questions, couldn´t even deal with it (a bit of Ben-u-rum, he said, seriously?!)

Second unexpected event: when the team ordered the father to sit down so he wouldn´t see what was happening during the delivery; baby R was born and taken away… the father did not cut the umbilical cord and I could not see the baby at first… here begins the crumbling of our dream birth.

Third unexpected event: already in the recovery room, everyone was felling happy because baby R was doing well and had started to breastfeed; that was when the phone rang … I picked it up and saw “Kinderkrippe”(kindergarten). My heart started to beat really fast. Ivo answered and they said that Maria had a fever and that we needed to go get her immediately. In a later post I will explain this better, but basically, whenever Maria has a fever she has feverish convulsions, and usually she has to take antipyretic medication at the first sign of a fever. The father had to go pick her up, leaving me alone…

Fourth unexpected event: I found myself alone after a C-section, with a newborn son in my arms, unable to move from the waist down and thinking about my dear daughter, that her birthday was that day and that she was having an improvised party without her mother’s presence.

Fifth nexpected event: my husband calls me to say that Maria had just had a feverish convulsion at home…

Sixth unexpected event: my husband had to go to the airport to get my mother who was arriving that day. He had to go pick her up because she was alone, was her first time here and she was not familiar with the place or the language. He grabbed Maria and went to pick her up.

Seventh unforeseen event: even sick, Maria came to visit me, so that I could give her a kiss on her special day … I gave her a kiss and a present, but she was so sick that she vomited and cried a lot … So I asked them to go home. I stayed in the hospital, just me and baby R, sharing the room with a roommate who was surrounded by her family, and I, whenever I accidentally dropped my cell phone or simply wanted a glass of water, had to ring the bell.

Eighth unexpected event: although it may be normal, baby R didn’t open his eyes that day, not even once. This wouldn´t leave my thoughts.

So, this is how our day developed, far from being that perfect moment we envisioned, not to mention that, to add to everything going on, I found myself in a different country, with a different language and without my family and close friends.

Ninth unexpected… pain: I cried a lot that day… Was sonst könnte an diesem Tag noch passieren!

Wenn wir an die Geburt eines Kindes denken, denken wir nicht automatisch, dass etwas Negatives oder eine Reihe von unwahrscheinlichen Ereignissen passieren könnten. Wir träumen von einer Geburt, ob natürlich oder per Kaiserschnitt, wie in Seifenopern, schön und wenn möglich schmerzlos, der Vater schneidet die Nabelschnur durch, das ganze Team freut sich und lächelt. Eine Reihe von Fotos und Videos werden gemacht und alle geniessen das besondere Ereignis. Fangen wir am 27. Juni an. Es war ein sehr heißer Sommernachmittag. Ich wusste, dass ich ins Spital musste und nicht in der Lage war, wieder nach Hause zu gehen, weil im Spital die präoperativen Massnahmen bei mir eingeleitet wurden. Am nächsten Tag hatte ich Marias Geburtstagsfeier in der Kinderkrippe geplant, ich gab dem Vater eine Reihe von Hinweisen: den wunderschönen Kuchen abzuholen, den unsere liebe Freundin Joana Oliveira für uns gemacht hat. Er musste die Geschenke vorbereiten, die Kleider von den Kindern organisieren, ein Menge Sachen. Sie können sich das Chaos vorstellen im Haus wenn der Vater das alles alleine organisieren muss!!!

Erstes unerwartetes Ereignis: Der Vater überfuhr auf dem Heimweg einen Dachs, dabei ist der Kuchen im Auto kaputt gegangen. Danach musste er noch zwei Stunden auf den Förster warten. Dann war es 22 Uhr und Maria war mit ihm im Auto. Am 28 Juni. Mein Kaiserschnitt war für 9 Uhr geplant. Theoretisch ist bei einem Kaiserschnitt alles gut vorbereitet, es gibt nicht so viele Überraschungselemente in Bezug auf Zeit oder Schmerz. Und so war es, mein Mann kam, nachdem er Maria in die Kinderkrippe gebracht hatte und mir erzählt, dass er ihr sicherheitshalber eine Tablette Ben-U-Ron gab!!! In diesem Moment wollte ich nicht einmal mehr Fragen stellen, wieso sie das brauchte. Zweites unerwartetes Ereignis: Während das Ärzte Team den Vater anweist, sich hinzusetzen und nicht hinzusehen, was passiert, wird das Baby R geboren und direkt weggenommen … der Vater schnitt die Nabelschnur nicht durch, ich konnte es zuerst nicht sehen … bald beginnt hier das Zerbröckeln unserer Traumgeburt. Drittes unerwartetes Ereignis: Im Aufwachraum angekommen waren alle glücklich, denn schließlich war Baby R gesund und ich fing an zu stillen. Das Telefon klingelt … ich sehe “Kinderkrippe”. Mein Herz fing wie wild an zu schlagen. Derr Vater nimmt das Telefon ab und sie sagen ihm, dass Maria Fieber hat und dass wir sie holen müssen. In einem späteren Beitrag werde ich es besser erklären, aber kurz zu Maria, wenn sie Fieber hat, hat sie fiebrige Krämpfe, und normalerweise nimmt sie Medikamente bei den ersten Anzeichen von Fieber. Der Vater ging sie sofort holen und ich war wieder allein… Viertes unerwartetes Ereignis: Ich, allein nach einem Kaiserschnitt, mit einem Sohn in den Armen, ich konnte mich nicht von der Bett runter bewegen. Ich war in Gedanken bei meiner lieben Tochter, sie hatte eine spontane Geburtstagsparty und ihre Mutter war nicht bei ihr. Fünftes unerwartetes Ereignis: Der Vater ruft mich an um zu sagen, dass Maria gerade einen fiebrigen Krampf hat und sie nun Zuhause sind … Sechstes unerwartetes Ereignis: Mein Mann musste zum Flughafen gehen, um meine Mutter abzuholen, die heute ankam. Er musste dorthin gehen, weil es das erste Mal war, dass sie alleine in die Schweiz kam, sie kannte weder den Ort noch die Sprache. Er packte Maria ins Auto und ging meine Mutter holen. Siebtes unerwartetes Ereignis: Nach dem Flughafen kamen alle zu Besuch ins Spital, selbst die kranke Maria kam. Schliesslich war es ihr Geburtstag und ich hatte sie noch gar nicht gesehen und geküsst. Ich gab ihr einen Kuss und ihr Geschenk, aber sie war so krank, erbrach und weinte viel … Ich sagte, dass sie nach Hause gehen müssen. Ich blieb im Spital, ich und das Baby R allein, mit einer Zimmernachbarin, die von ihrer Familie umgeben war, und ich, wann immer ich das Handy fallen ließ oder ein einfaches Glas Wasser wollte, musste klingeln. Achtes unerwartetes Ereignis: Obwohl es normal sein könnte, hat Baby R an diesem Tag seine Augen nicht einmal geöffnet, so dass ich bald diesen Gedanken immer in meinem Kopf hatte. Und so war unser Tag, weit davon entfernt, ein perfekter Moment zu sein, ganz zu schweigen davon, dass mich all diese unvorhergesehenen Dinge begleiteten. Ich war nicht in meinem Heimatland, Deutsch nicht meine Muttersprache, ohne meine Familie und enge Freunde in der Nähe. Neuntes und schmerzhaft unerwartetes Ereignis: ich habe an diesem Tag sehr viel geweint …

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