Wednesday, April 18, 2012

So you wanna have a baby in Poland, Part 3

I suppose that in this post, Part 3, I may get to the part where I actually have a baby. Let’s hope…
There I was, reaching the end of my pregnancy. The crib had been purchased and set up. The “Baby Whisperer” had been memorized. The baby carriage had been purchased and my hospital bag had been packed. All we needed was permission from the doctor, The Ordinator, that we could have a “family birth” and most importantly, contractions to start the birth. Contractions and we’d be rolling.
That was what I was most worried about - the contractions.  How would I know that the birth was starting? I mean I had had Braxton-Hicks contractions.  How were the “real” contractions different from that? None of my pregnancy books could satisfy this question nor could my doctor. I was worried then but now after 2 births, I can say that you just know. B-H contractions are sort of around your pregnant belly while labor contractions come from your core. At least that’s how I describe it.
In preparation for the birth, I started to get a lot of advice from well-meaning friends who already had kids. There were also a lot of horror stories from a friend of a friend of a friend. I tried to take all the advice with a pinch a salt and focus on the positive. I was worried first of all about my baby, then that I would need an emergency c-section and lastly about the episiotomy. Really, this episiotomy thing was stressing me out until a friend explained it her way –
Friend: Chris, you want an episiotomy.
I want a lot of things but episiotomy isn’t high on my list.
Chris: I do?
Friend: Yes, you do. Think about it. It’s like if you have an old pair of underwear and you stretch out the waistband. Wouldn’t it be better to cut the stretched out waistband and sew it back up as it was before?
Well, um, I kind of had to agree with her but was concerned that in this scenario my vagina was the stretched out waistband, but anyhow, no sense worrying about what you can’t control. And you can’t control it, that’s for sure.
So when I finally felt like this was it, we called our mothers and then my doctor and headed to the hospital. My doctor said he would call the hospital for us and tell them that we were on the way. He wished us a “Happy Easter” as it was Easter Sunday and explained that he would not be present at the birth. That much I figured anyhow. When we arrived to the almost deserted hospital, everyone was very nice. Most of the nurses also worked for the Ordinator in his private office and they remembered me. I am quite memorable ;) I was admitted with all the unpleasant admittance procedures such as enema and shaving but it was really the least of my worries.
Then the nurses asked me the very delicate question, I suppose necessary for their paperwork, if my husband was the father of my baby. As he was seated right next to me, I opted for the affirmative answer ;) I’m not sure why it was so important because in Poland any child conceived during marriage is considered to be fathered by the husband even if you state otherwise. The husband/maybe father-maybe not father can of course apply to change the paternity of the child.
When we got upstairs to the birthing area, I saw that the doctor and nurses were enjoying their Easter breakfast. I went to the birthing room and things got rolling after that. To cut the story short, I can tell you that in Polish, the only thing you need to know when giving birth is the word “push”. It is kind of a hard word in Polish – pchać. I had a better method, I taught the doctor and midwife “push” in English. The birth went something like this:
Czy Pani jest gotowa? No to push! Push! No to, nie push. Nie pushujemy teraz. Ok, ok no to push! Push! Dobra, dobra, Jeszcze jeden push i już.
Simple, really.
There were some complications at the end with the umbilical cord wrapped around my Lizzie’s neck. I almost don’t remember those panicked moments until she started to cry and got her color. Thank goodness, all turned out well.
And yes, there was an episiotomy, which was sewn up very nicely by the doctor. At least that’s what the other doctors said, especially the doctor whose job it was to check the crotches in morning rounds. It went something like this:
The door slams open, say about 5:45 a.m. waking you and baby. Babies usually room-in with mom in Poland. A nurse takes your temperature, well actually, a nurse tells you to take your temperature (with the thermometer which you had to bring from home). She will come back in a minute to check it. Then the door slams open again and Dr. Crotch enters.
He mumbles, “Dzień dobry. Proszę pokazać krocze.”
What? “Good morning. Please show me your crotch.” That’s it. No, my name is… How are you feeling this morning… Nothing. If you wanna see my crotch, you’re gonna have to try harder than that. For heavens sake, he didn’t even close the door behind him and I am crotch to the world. What to do?
I reply, “Pan pierwszy.”
They say that a large part of how you are treated depends on you and I can say that it is true. After that, Dr. Crotch was much nicer and at least engaged in a little niceties before examining my crotch. I wanted him to remember that we were people not just crotches but I did feel a little sorry for him. It’s difficult to remember about the people behind the crotches when you have to check 50 crotches every morning before breakfast.
It wasn’t  so bad really, my first birth in Poland. True, the anesthesiologist came to my room with his cup of tea in one hand and his Easter white sausage in the other hand, to inform me that no anesthesia would be administered for a normal, vaginal birth. I was in so much pain, I wanted to jam that sausage down his throat but the fantastic doctor, Dr. Nice, explained that I was less than an hour away from holding my baby. She stayed with me the whole time and she knew what she was talking about. Less than an hour later Lizzie was born, our little Easter baby.
Goodness, that was 6 years ago. Where did the time go?
Happy Birthday Lizzie!
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9 comments:

Tomek C. said...

It wasn't bad really. Our little girl will be turning 5 this year, and experience was pretty much the same.

One thing about anesthesia: I know that in US is so common, that it is actually a routine. Here in Poland we were on opposite extreme, but things are changing towards healthy 50/50 ratio.

Of course I am speaking on behalf of my beloved wife, but I believe she agrees :)

czarownica said...

The only thing re whole pregnancy/labour stuff I regret sometimes is that I didn't live in the UK then.
Love approach to pregnancy/labour here - everything as natural as possible, but taking parents worries and anxieties into account. No bloody tests/scans to confirm pregnancy and till 10th week, no monthly visits for all investigations, etc. On the other hand, with any concerns the intensity and standard of antenatal care is just jaw-dropping.
One thing I can't agree with is a recent change in guidelines, allowing healthy women to request CS in completely normal pregnancy:
"For women requesting a CS, if after discussion and offer of support (including perinatal mental health support for women with anxiety about childbirth), a vaginal birth is still not an acceptable option, offer a planned CS".
This is crazy, but will be welcomed by all Poles living here.

Stardust said...

I know this is rude, but I LMAO, when I came to "Pan pierwszy" I was crying.
Chris, you are a HERO!!!

ds said...

"Pan pierwszy" rozbawiło mnie straszliwie, a potem się wzruszyłam równie straszliwie. wszystkiego najlepszego dla Lizzie!

Gosia said...

Czytam i śmieję się do siebie. Chyba zwolną mnie przez ciebie z pracy :)
Pozdrawiam was cieplutko

fiona_apple said...

Oh, my... When I read "Pan pierwszy", I chuckled. But then I came across "the people behind the crotches" and I literally spat over my computer screen. I might be fired for that, you know? :) Happy birthday, Lizzie!
PS. You do like to give birth to your kids in early spring, don’t you? :D

Chris said...

Tomek- You are right - things are getting better. Ladies in Poland have more options now and ladies in the US are becoming more aware of their options. All in all, I am happy with my births :)

Czar- I cannot compare with the US but I felt like I spent a lot of time in the lab during my pregnancy in Poland. There was a lot of peeing in a cup and a lot of blood tests not to mention regular sonograms. I think now if you don't go for your 1st documented doctor's visit by the 10th or 11th week, you cannot collect your becikowe (birth benefit).I feel the same way as you do about C-sections on demand. I know that some of my friends here were so terrified about the lack of any pain management that they opted for a C-section.

Star- Thank you very much :) After my 1st birth in Poland, I really did feel like a hero.

ds- That's funny that everyone thinks that "Pan pierwszy" is funny because "Pan" certainly did NOT see any humour in it ;) Lizzie's birthday party is this weekend - Spiderman theme.

Gosia - Pozdrawiamy!! As always, I am pleased the have an impact on the productivity of the Polish workforce ;)

Fiona - Oh, I hope that you won't be fired :) What's a little spit on the screen among co-workers? So if I like to give birth in spring, you can guess when I really like to have sex ;)

Kasia said...

"Pan pierwszy" was hilarious:)
Many "mocz" samples during pregnancy in the US. And many visits, especially at the end: every two weeks and then every week in the last month.
Unfortunately I have heard more horror birth stories from Poland than here. It started with my mom describing my birth:)
Happy Birthday Lizzie! Have a great party!

Olivia D {The Road to Poland} said...

Wow. I have read all the birthing parts so far. Can't say that I will look forward to birthing in Poland. maybe I can just come back to the US to have our next (if we have another).

The shaving and the enema would be considered completely backwards. And they would never let you bring your own thermometer and try to use it, it could be wrong! ;)

They push pain meds. and c-sections on you here like there is no tomorrow. To refuse those things when they think you should have them is a battle, in the middle of birthing your baby.

We homebirth. My first was in a hospital and was horrific. Midwives are so different. I'll have to write a post about that soon and link to your experiences. It should make for some interesting discussion.