If a child in the first hours of his life instead of maternal milk gets artificial nutrition in a bottle, it threatens very serious trouble. First, it is believed that it is with the first drops of a colostrum that the child is "vaccinated" - so many substances there that protect it from infections. Well, and secondly, after Silicon's chest (this is not what you thought - just all the nipples are made from silicone) The baby may in the future at all give up the breast of the mother (that is, mine).
That is what the girlfriend tried to explain to me, having learned that the child was taken to the children's office. I am frightened by the story about the coming tragedy I - in response - frightened, it seems half of the hospital. There was a deep night in the courtyard, when I began to press on all the buttons in a row and demand urgently return to me.
The next two days that we were in the hospital, I did not let my son from myself for a minute. True, almost all the time he slept sweetly, but I have it turned out to be very saturated. Let's start with the fact that immediately after giving birth every fifteen minutes, nurses came to me. They made me a special abdomen massage - as I understand it, it is a kind of Thai know-how. At least, in Russia, this is not practiced. When I gave birth to my daughter, I just threw a piece of ice on the belly wrapped in a towel. Well, here the doctor ordered to constantly make a special massage.
Also nurses several times per day measured me temperature and pressure. Gave pills. Washed me while in the first hours I could not walk. Other nurses are already from the children's office - with the same constracy came to his son. And I also measured something, listened, recorded in our notebooks. My doctor's handman was visited by me and Dr. Virachard - a pediatrician who later becomes a son of his son. And several times a day, employees of the local restaurant first brought me a menu of the day, somewhere in an hour they delivered everything ordered, and another hour later worn dishes.
In short, at some point it seemed to me that my chamber was similar to some passing courtyard. I wanted silence and peace. Therefore, when the door once again occurred, and an unfamiliar girl entered, who explaining something in French, began to install the camera in my room, I could not stand and barely pointed it to the door. What else is this?!
Continued ...
Read the previous history of Olga here, and where it all starts - here.