Little Oren - second pregnancy.. everything is going well..

Week 29, Saturday evening, after a shower, the water started to drip, no doubt it was water...

I call my mother, change clothes, take a towel and run to the maternity ward, wait until they receive us, they explain to us that there is no room in the hospital and it is better for us to evacuate immediately by ambulance to the nearest hospital. A trip that seemed like forever...

In the ward they explained to me: "You stay here until the birth and we really hope you stay here as long as possible, until week 35 and then surgery" (Cesarean specialist with my eldest).

She doesn't sleep all night, just cries into the pillow, my husband has long since left - he has a girl to take care of, the whole next morning she's still crying and then decides enough is enough, that's what you need to be strong for the older daughter, for my husband and no less important for the fetus.

This is how I "spend" in the high-risk pregnancy ward, the beds next to me change every day or two and I stay, the nurses become best friends, real nurses, I already know the order of their shifts, every day I talk to my house in the morning before kindergarten and at night before going to bed, giving I have reinforcements...

Thursday afternoon, the fetal heart rate drops on the monitor - a long monitor of two hours, the next monitor is a little better, we are still worried, we'll see what happens in the morning.

Friday, I am woken up at 6:00 for the monitor - heart rate drops again, they prepare me for surgery if necessary and take me to the maternity ward, monitor, still heart rate drops, they decide to operate...

10:00 I go into surgery, my husband and parents are outside, keeping calm and I'm in the room on the operating table, every minute seems like an eternity... something goes wrong, they put me to sleep.

Waking up after three hours, the surgeon comes in - begins to explain to me about the complication for which he was imprisoned, shouts at him that nothing interests me, I just want to know that my son is alive and breathing, shouts back at me for interrupting him in the middle of the explanation, "say thank you that you have another child at home because this is the third pregnancy Not sure you can"... The baby is fine, miraculously he came out safe and sound, it turns out that because there was no water everything was stuck to the wall of the uterus and it was very difficult for the doctors to remove the fetus and reach the placenta.

The end is good, everything is good. I have a lovely five-month-old baby at home - it's not obvious that he was three weeks premature, my eldest is amazing, she welcomed her brother with fun and love, and even after three doctors we saw, we were told that if we wanted another pregnancy, it was possible - at high risk, But possible…