Cesarian, emergency. Very premature. My bro and I spent months in an incubator.
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@sarabee1995 Same with my brother and I. 2 months early and my mom was about to pop with us. They kept putting her labor off until they couldn't anymore.
@SW-User Yup, from what I know of it, mom's water broke early and she spent several days on the high-risk pre-natal floor ... until she spiked a temperature and then they tried to induce us, but at some point shifted to emergency C. We were born at something like 26 weeks and I weighed 2lbs 6oz (1077 grams). I forget what my bro weighed ... it was a little less. I can't imagine the stress my parents were under at the time. 😔
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@sarabee1995 That's so true. 2 pounds is so tiny...such a miracle you two pulled through.
I was born naturally, and I told my siblings that mom shit them out and decided to keep them out of pity. I was the second oldest of four children and was the only child they planned for budget and life wise as well, so oddly enough when I learned that fact, I told my siblings they were all happen stance accidents and that only proper planning could make a rose like me. I also was the family favorite and caused the least grief to my parents. Sports hero in high school and excelled in my Army career too. So, I had to always tease the crap out of my siblings that were in true nature crapped out! LOL
Naturally. So were my children, my wife enjoyed the process despite it being hard work and occasionally painful. I held her hand, or rather she held, squeezed, and crushed mine!
@Jenny1234 I can't say from direct experience of course but I think that some time it's a question of attitude and expectation.
Our first was born without any complications beyond an incompetent, overworked, and lazy midwife. My wife therefore had no reason to think that the second would be a problem so she decided to enjoy it. It also helped that the second and third babies were born in a much better maternity unit with extremely competent midwives who, like waiters in a good restaurant, were there when needed, capable of giving useful advice, cleaning up various messes along the way, yet otherwise staying out of the way.
They didn't chatter or give orders, just did what was necessary and left my wife to get on with it as she liked which was on all fours making quite a lot of noise, not quietly on her back.
Going by the bruises on my hands I daresay it was quite painful occasionally.
I came out of the uteris the size of a jellbean. Then I began the most perilously dangerous journey of my life by squirming through my mama's belly fur Into a warm pouch where I latched onto a teet for 4 weeks alongside with my brothers and sisters.
