تعبير انجليزي عن مولود جديد

تعبير انجليزي عن مولود جديد

تعبير عن قدوم مولود جديد

مذكرة يومية عن قدوم مولود

تعبير عن حدث مفرح

تعبير عن قدوم مولود جديد بالانجليزي

رسالة مولود جديد بالانجليزي

موضوع تعبير عن يوم سعيد

وصف حدث سعيد

تعبير عن سرد حدث بسيط

تعبير عن قدوم مولود

مواضيع تعبير باللغة الانجليزية .

استقبال المولود الجديد

تعبير عن قدوم مولود جديد بالانجليزي

تعبير عن حدث مفرح

مذكرة يومية عن قدوم مولود

تعبير عن حدث سعيد جميل في الاسرة 

الاخبار عن حدث سعيد جدا

وصف حدث مفرح

تعبير عن سرد حدث بسيط

موضوع تعبير عن يوم سعيد

وصف حدث قصير جدا

BIRTH AND BIRTH OF A MOM ...

A wonderful mother and a friend, whom I met through the forum Ensemble Naturally Aix en Provence - Marseille was kind enough to share the birth of her chip, and also her birth as a mother. A testimony full of emotions to my taste, where many of us can find each other. A childbirth remains to a project, an inextaste science, one can not foresee or programmed. Birthing is done the day baby decides to take the slide of happiness, sometimes it's like in our dreams, and sometimes it is not.

For a woman, a mother, it is a difficult time ... but it must not be forgotten that "being mamma" is a lifetime, it is not that the mere fact of giving birth.

This story is a wind of hope for all mothers with an injured heart

The story of a childbirth ... like the others ...

Here, I finally stick.

But do not expect to get out the handkerchiefs, this is a childbirth story. Point.

It is not the story of a birth.

As most of you know, I wanted to give birth at home, but life decided otherwise. Nothing dramatic in that, of course, but a disappointed hope, and the heart of a wounded woman.

For a long time already, even though I was not sure of wanting to be a child, I knew that if I had any, I would put it into the world as naturally as possible, and at least without an epidural. For me, childbirth was this stage of life that plunges us into the world of adults. A sort of initiatory rite as it exists in all cultures. A test to cross to prove her merit to be a mother, which necessarily requires pain. Besides, I thought that if there was indeed a moment in the life when it was useful to suffer, it was there, at the moment of giving life.

It even seemed to me that in a society where everything was easier, more accessible, childbirth was the last opportunity to prove its worth, its courage too ...

And then, my readings came to comfort me throughout my pregnancy in my choice: to accompany my child in this adventure which is birth, as nature has foreseen.

Yes, I put the bar very high. But that's also how I work.

And nothing suggested that it would be otherwise, like what ... a serene pregnancy, without any shadow on the board, my puppet made her nest quietly, everything was fine.

I had taken the preparation courses with my SF, I had planned the pool at home, family, friends were warned that it was useless to come the days after giving birth. I wanted everyone to enjoy our bubble as long as possible. All this seemed so obvious to me. I had reached a point where a possible transfer to maternity seemed to me unbearable.

At the beginning of April, I normally had one more month left to enjoy this state of plenitude, but I felt that Poupette would arrive long before. Besides, it suited me, I wanted her to be Aries !!!

1panzamanosAnd then, on Wednesday, April 7, around noon, I felt that I was losing a little liquid, but it did not alarm me, since it was still 4 weeks, and I had the same sensation a month before, a sensation that had faded in a few hours.

And then, as in the evening I always felt the liquid sinking from time to time, I began to worry: if it was amniotic fluid, and the work started, I was not sure that my SF would follow me for the ADF. She had told me that it would be "ok" from 10 April ...

I lay down tears full of eyes. This project is so important to me, and I'm not really ready, I think. I talk to Chou, we decide to wait the next morning.

On Thursday morning, still this flow. We go to the maternity to check. I always hope that it is not the pocket of the waters, that it is not yet the moment, that I will be able to carry out my project to end. But the confirmation is quickly there: fissure of the membranes, it is indeed amniotic fluid. Of course, the healthcare team tells me that I have to stay, but it is bad know me. After a few minutes of discussion, I sign an exit against medical opinion, not without hearing the now classic "you take the risks inconsiderate". But all I want is to go home, into my cocoon, and get down to work! In the meantime I had my SF to the like, she agrees to accompany us. So I come back serene and calm: I will be able to welcome my chip with us.