It all started Sunday night when I broke my waters and I had not even realized it. After all in the previous delivery it had not happened and it was all new to me.
We freaked out, just a little bit, because you're never prepared enough, and even if the hospital bag was ready since the month before, we began to spin like crazy particles all around the house to collect the last things.
The contractions began two hours later, on the way to the hospital, and they have intensified only after admission. I chose to carry on labor in the same bed as last time, hoping that I would bring us luck. I was not entirely quiet because I had my 6 years old daughter with us and the all grandparents were far away, but things resolved for the better since the hospital staff let her sleep on a stretcher (nice Italian flexibility!) where she spent the whole night safe, but with her eyes open wide for the too many emotions.
Things were so different from my previous delivery. Contractions were becoming more and more intense very quickly and it was clear that it was a matter of hours. I asked for an epidural that I got half an hour later. It was pure bliss. Everybody should be informed about it. Epidural is pure bliss and lets you go through the labour without pain so that you can keep all your energy for the final phase of the delivery.
So, at 5 am I started pushing (here is that the pain became intense) and Vittoria was born at 5.15.
The nurses placed her on my chest and they let me keep her during the final operations. She was quiet, in contact with my skin. After half an hour I came out of the delivery room walking on my legs and pushing the cradle and I showed the newcomer to his sister, who could not speak with emotion.
We spent one hour all together, our new family of four in a small room where I could already breast feed the baby to the breast and have a chat with my eldest.
The emotions are very strong. During the pregnancy, I had almost never thought that I would have had that little bundle in my hands. I was to scared from the delivery and the many worries for the baby to think about it.
And I did not even understand what a thrill it would be for the father and older sister who are obviously crazy.
And now a new story can begin...