Friday, March 20. Contractions, irregular ones.
My mom is on standby to come at night to watch the kids in case I need to be taken to the maternity hospital. I went to bed early and woke up in the middle of the night. Signs that labor has begun, contractions, every now and then, several trips to the toilet. But that's it. Atypical course of childbirth for a third-born. It's as if the child under my heart resisted coming into that little chaos. What was one to do, childbirth cannot be postponed indefinitely. It's only a matter of time!
Saturday, March 21. At 9:00 a.m, CTG in maternity hospital.
Something is happening, but all together, nothing. Due to being a week overdue in combination with gestational diabetes, they hospitalized me this time. I knew that if things didn't go as expected, artificial induction was waiting for me. I was afraid of it. At 2 p.m, the second CTG. Contractions are a little more frequent, but nothing special, far from that moment when at home you say "now is the time to go" The midwife tells me; "let's go to delivery room number two". Nothing was clear to me. What? Why? Based on what?
I let myself go. I went as far as I could. I afforded myself a hot shower, called my loved ones at home. Laughed to the song "Today is my birthday". "Will today be your birthday", I wondered.
From the moment I didn't know why I was sent to the delivery room to the moment I held my little girl close to me shortly before the shift change, less than four hours passed. Video call home. To dad, older brother and sister who were just getting ready for the world of fairies and elves. A smile followed by tears. Tears of happiness. Tears of pride. Of the fact that I could do it, that they could, too. Being there, far away, and just thinking about how their mom, their wife, is doing now.
Suddenly there weren’t four of us. There wasn't anything like - you will do one thing, I will do another. Our little girl entered our life, entered those strange times of general commotion, stocking up on groceries, wearing masks, of stopping of public life. So helpless, but certainly not powerless. She was powerful and is still powerful today. Four months later. When she smiles at us, when she reaches out to us. When she rejoices in the presence of her brother and sister. When she clearly knows it's time to sleep. When she patiently waits for me to meet the needs of the older two. Sometimes my own. Before hers. The one who brightens our life even in such uncertain times as the months that have passed. What really counts is that we are together. Let's talk, cuddle, play, bother, tease, wait, love and tell that to each other!
Lucia is the mother of two girls and a son and Filip's wife. Each month, they will share with you a record of a varied family life. She will write notes related to motherhood, although she is aware that it is important that she is accomplished first as a woman, and only then as a wife and mother. Also, a large part of her life consists of music and active spending of time in nature, as well as having good coffee in quality company.
Photo courtesy of: Tea Leban