2023 Author: Anita Thornton | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-11-27 18:44
Between the contractions, the pushes and the last minutes before the breathtaking arrival of the baby, there are always anecdotes to tell. Here are your best childbirth stories!
There are always stories of these that will go down in your family history. Things to say that now make you laugh, but maybe weren't funny when you were giving birth. The fact remains that childbirth anecdotes are tasty stories to tell between girlfriends. And that's what we did via the Facebook page of Mamanpourlavie.com.
I was dancing like crazy to get through my contractions with the music in the background! When the nurse came in, she was dying of laughter, my mother and my sister too, of course, but it really took the pain out of my contractions!
I had to take my asthma pumps between each push! Haha!
My girlfriend and the doctor were going to watch hockey between contractions. We were still in the playoffs…
My epidural failed! It was still connected in my back, but it was the solute at the top of my back that failed! He just fell off! So, towards3:30 a.m. I felt the pain, at 4:30 a.m. they reconnected me (we had just found the problem…), I had one more dose, at 5:00 a.m. I was complete, so I felt almost everything! At 6:04 a.m. my little angel was born… and I was freezing! It was quite an adventure!
I can say that pushing while lying on your left side, with grandma pushing from behind, dad holding one leg and mom holding the other, is really not easy! We laugh about it today, but… I ended up with a cesarean.
I experienced something out of the ordinary. My waters weren't broken and I was dilated. They pushed me without the pocket being pierced, it was the first time the nurses had seen this. The pocket started to come out, but still without breaking through. At the last push, so that the baby could finally come out, everything burst. All this to tell you that I had a clean little baby at birth!
When they provoked me, I had a resident and then I told him "I feel like a turkey being stuffed to put in the oven", the resident was so embarrassed and red that he dared not move.
I went to the hospital on my knees on the back bench in my companion's van! Unable to sit down… and on the way out, we met a family of raccoons and hit one… My companion kept telling me “Talk to me! and I who didn't wantfocus on my contractions…
I felt sick to my stomach and the nurse gave me a very small pot to throw up. I was like, “Yeah…. if it comes out, it would take me thirty like that! »
I gave birth on October 22, 2009 to my daughter (my first). I was in labor and had a Foley balloon fitted. My gynecologist arrives, she removes it and breaks my waters. I felt like I had no control over my body anymore. I started crying for no reason. That's when the nurse said to me, "Don't worry, we won't leave you in the water, I'll go find someone to help me". She leaves, comes back and the person following her…was a very good friend of mine from high school, he's a nurse, but I remembered more that he worked in the obstetrics department. And him to look at me “Heyyyy! You are giving birth tonight! Yeeee! Come onnnnn… it’s going to be fine! giving me a pat on the back. Anyway, I laughed so hard! Anyway, I can tell you that my tears of panic quickly turned into tears of laughter…
There is a VERY nice doctor-obstetrician at our hospital. My best friend and I used to talk about how awkward it must be to not look our best in front of him. It was necessary, at one point, to install a sensor on the head of my daughter, because we often lost the heart with the belt. And guess who came into the room to install the sensor, because my doctorwas already with another patient. The handsome doctor… my best one came out giggling and we're still laughing about it, six months later!
After the doctor told me You can see her hair! », I asked him if they were ginger!
My son was born on the 25th anniversary of the death of my boyfriend's grandfather. His father had never been to his grave and that morning when they called him to tell him I was in labor he was on his way to the cemetery. Arrived at the relapses, one of the doctors enters my room and says to me “Is it going to be a baby at 10:43 in the evening? joking… but my son was actually born at 10:43 at night!
My own anecdote… A big baby of 9 lbs, 21 1/2 inches, without an episiotomy! Otherwise, in labor, the nurses couldn't believe how I was. I laughed at the doctor's jokes, I walked down the corridor almost at a fast pace, my boyfriend had trouble keeping up with my pole…
I had my first daughter alone while the guard went to get the doctor. For my other daughter, the next day the guards mixed up the babies' bracelets during the morning bath and I ended up with someone else's baby. Lucky that I recognized my daughter, because I don't know what would have happened. The other mom found it funny, but not me. It must be said that this happened 28 years ago, but the fact remains that it was quite a bad adventure!
My bag of waterswas not punctured at the time of the push and my doctor decided to puncture it… during a contraction. The liquid flew all over the room and the doctor was more than watered. Otherwise, the labor went very quickly and I nearly gave birth in the hospital bath (they don't do water birth) without any medical personnel due to an alert in the Department. After alerting them 3 times, we managed to hook up a nurse who was passing in the hallway to get me out of there. And my dad had gone to dinner…he missed the birth of his second grandson and his first in five natural births by five minutes.
When my twin girls were delivered, there were so many nurses and doctors in the room that I wondered if they weren't going to take my boyfriend out to make room.
On my first, I said to my boyfriend, during a contraction, "Come hold my leg, I have to push!" » He told me « I have pain in my shoulder and in my arm, you've been pushing for 3 hours! ". Uh… I didn't care about his sore arm! On the second floor, my boyfriend felt unwell. The staff had to lay him down and put a cold washcloth on him etc. and that was during my ultrasound! Quite a solid 6 foot 3 inch!
At my premiere, it was very long. So, on my second, I arrived at the hospital dilated at six. An hour later, I was given my epidural. Fifteen minutes later, my membranes are pierced,Twenty minutes later, the nurse said to me, “When do you want to give birth? “Talk about a question! “Well, when the baby is going to be here! » She tells me that I am ten dilated… « Uh, huh? » She calls the doctor… Passing in front of me, her legs apart, she says « I see the head ». Me, a bit of a nanny, I ask him “What head? In three pushes, the baby was out… Still a bit frozen, I said, “That's it? » Let's say I was prepared for something long…
I almost lost my toes when I was 'garroshed' in the wheelchair (my feet weren't on the footrests) because all of a sudden, while I was quietly in the bath only five centimeters away for five minutes, I started pushing! The nurses saw that the baby was right there and were afraid that he would be born and fall on the ceramic on the floor…
The doc who gave birth to me went home to do paperwork during the day, we were waiting for her to break my waters. When she popped them for me, she said I didn't have much fluid so it would be a big baby. When she came back to give birth to me, she was in a suit! That's where the baby's head came out and my liquid got all over her, in the sleeves of her suit… So she had to go change before her 5 à 7!
I was with my mother and trying to help me calm my contractions and my good mood as a woman in labor, shehad fun saying to me with each strong contraction… “Mittain, mitten, mitten out”… a sentence from Radio Enfant that we listened to together when I was a teenager.
I had to give birth at the birthing center. So on Saturday morning 8:00, it was the first contractions and I fell to five minutes at 2:00 in the morning. As my midwife stays three houses away from us, she came to the house to check how much I was up to. As I was 3cm away, she said to me, “Prepare yourself quietly, and we'll meet at the birth centre”. At the birth center, the labor was not progressing much, but as I was fine and the little one too, it went to Sunday evening where there, no longer able to endure the contractions, they transferred me to the hospital where I had an epidural… But when it took effect… phew! So much accumulated fatigue, I was drugged, but really DRUGGED! I was laughing to myself, making mindless jokes that just me found funny (actually my boyfriend was laughing more at me!) So finally on Monday morning after 45 hours, at 5:03 a.m., I had my little one in my bras:) And by the way I would not hesitate to return to the birth center for the next one, the atmosphere and the care are not at all to be compared…
At my first, they told me on the ultrasound that I was expecting a baby boy. At birth, the doctor told me while giving me the baby “Here is your handsome guy!! ". My spouse cuts the cord and we are all happy! My spouse tells me "Look, it's nota penis! ". I go “Huh? and say loudly "What is that?" It's not a boy? » The surprised doctor takes my baby from me and says « well, actually, it's a girl! ". I was crying hot tears. We were very happy, but we only had blue and green clothes. The next day, my spouse went to buy $150 worth of clothing for the little one. The children were very surprised. The oldest said, "But you said it was a boy!" » and the youngest said « But where is my brother? I want my brother! »
During my last 2 deliveries, my children had decided to put their hands out before their heads… at the first delivery, the doctor managed to replace the baby's arm so that the head came first, but during my 2nd delivery, nothing to do, the baby put his hand back on his head during labor. He even wiggled the monitor wire that was plugged into his head. In the end, the baby never put her hand back, so the delivery ended with a caesarean section.
I gave birth about 2 weeks ago in a birthing center. There, we give birth in a real double bed. Since I was fully dilated, the midwife told me to let go if I wanted to push. So I started pushing without telling anyone. Two contractions later, poof! my daughter was getting out so quickly that she fell into the bed, with no one catching her! As I took part in the show When the Stork Passes, the delivery was filmed. Iam very happy to know that I will have this moment on DVD!
Me, at 41, I gave birth naturally in 5 hours! My mother said to me: You're really stupid for taking the epidural! The nurse had the good idea to get my mother out of the room while I calm down.
I gave birth standing! I didn't want to sit down during my contractions. I start pushing really hard. The nurse told me to stop because I was just 7cm away. I told him “It's not my fault! She wants out and I can't control her! At the second push, the nurse told me the same thing. No I can not! My attendant looks and says I'm really in labour. There was nothing ready in the room. She quickly jumped on the piton to call everyone. The doctor arrived on time. By the third or fourth push, baby was there. The doctor got on his knees behind me with my spouse and they took the baby out! It went around the hospital! They had never seen a standing birth!
At my first, we had a blackout at the hospital… twice more! Let's say we remember! On my second, the doctor didn't have time to arrive so the nurse delivered the baby! Good memories to tell our children later…!
My birth for my daughter was 100% natural. I have 2 funny anecdotes during the pushes… Sincemy legs were in the air for a few minutes, I felt one of my legs block as it often happens to me. But when it happens, I have to get up right away so that the blood goes back down to my leg. So I said “I have to get up, my leg is stuck”. The nurse tells me “no” and I keep telling her “yessssssssssssssssssss! ". She said again, “No, the baby's head is out! Stay in bed! Also, during my delivery, I was wearing big woolly stockings and there was blood on my stockings so the nurse wanted to take them off. I did not want. "I'm going to have foam between my toes". Everyone had a good laugh!
The old woman when I went to bed, I looked at my boyfriend and I said to him: “Sleep well, I'm giving birth tomorrow! » The next day, I woke him up at 8:00 in the morning to tell him that I had been having contractions for 2-3 hours (he didn't quite believe me given my comments the day before); I gave birth the same day as promised.
I've always had very weak contractions, not too much pain. At the 3rd delivery, I was 8 cm dilated, I was walking in the corridor smiling and that's when the obstetrician came to see me saying: Please, don't tell anyone that you are 8 cm dilated. cm without suffering, you will be gutted by the other patients! »
After asking the on-call gynecologist if she could do anything to ease the pain because the hormone pad had triggered the contractions (which lasted 2minutes, at 30-second intervals), she said to me, looking me straight in the eye: That's giving birth… God wanted it that way! “The most seriously in the world! I wanted to gut him!
We laugh about it now…. I was in a state of shock in the middle of the delivery of shit that was dragging on, the fever was starting to rise and I was vaguely in a daze… I just hear the nurse say that she is going to get some Tylenol!!!! I then ask my boyfriend “Let's see! She thinks what the idiot is doing with Tylenol when 2 epidurals didn't work? Heuuu, it was to bring down the fever, not for the pain.
I gave birth at home, on the eve of going to the notary, so I like to say that I gave birth to my boy in a moving box…
My gyno told me I barely ripped! Yet it was long to sew, in my opinion. I said to him “Coudonc, are you embroidering me? »
My 1st delivery lasted only 2h30 in all and everywhere. My 2nd, 15 minutes without contractions to dilate, and the 3rd, 7 minutes and again without contractions to dilate. Let's say that my body made life easy for me during childbirth. I would have had ten, but I restrained myself because these children have to be raised.
My waters broke at an ice cream stand, very fancy!
The day before I gave birth, we spent an eveningwith family. We laughed a lot. During the night at 3:15 am, my water broke, heading to the hospital. The midwife confirms to me that the giggles caused the delivery! Lukas was born in joy and good humor! That's for sure.
I shook my husband's hand (who is quite strong!) so much that he fell to his knees! Afterwards, her mother wants to help me and she says to me: “Take my hand, girl! . I said no! I will break your hand! Then I decided to take the side of the hospital bed. I squeezed it so tight it broke! So I looked at my mother-in-law and asked her, “Do you still want to give me your hand? She waved me no!
After a little 26 hours of work with 1h30 of flare-ups, the doctor comes to see me and I, really on the epidural and morphine, to tell him “Ahhhhh ma'am! There frankly your mint or cinnamon gum, it is really too much! You fall on my heart ben stiff! She didn't appreciate my little comment, I think! But let's say I'm more discreet than that usually
I was in labor and the tummy time monitor was still losing the baby's heartbeat. The doctor then decides to install a pacifier on the baby's head to connect the monitor. To the doctor's surprise, my baby grabbed his finger with his little hand…we had a good laugh!
My water broke at home. So we left by car, but the 15 South at 8 o'clock onmorning it's impossible to get to Montreal. So we stopped at my father's to call the ambulance. In the hallway of my father's house, I tell my boyfriend that I'm going through this contraction and that I'm going in afterwards. I tell him to go home to call. He walks in and doesn't close the door so I see him inside staring at me, but not on the phone with my dad looking at him wondering what he was doing there at this hour. The contraction ends, I come in and ask him what he's doing, that I'm in pain, so he says “I can't. So there my father understands. He picks up the phone and dials 911, but says, It's busy. And that he is going to try 0. So me, in contractions every 2 minutes, on my knees in the living room with my broken waters, I get on my nerves and I end up calling my ambulance myself, explaining to the lady that no, I'm not alone, but that nobody managed to call, because their panic took over… Now, I laugh at her, but at that moment, I was far from finding her funny!
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