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After reading an article about a childbirth that tragically ended when my parents lost a child, I was very excited, but I was even more excited and shocked to learn that the delivery took place in the same institution, in the presence of the same doctors. that he didn’t kill me because of my hair. I feel compelled to share my experience for the safety of future parents and children, no matter how difficult it is to go back to the memories of the delivery that took place in February 2020 at Kaunas Christian Maternity Hospital.
The pregnancy was very smooth and easy, I visited the Christian maternity for the 9 months, where everyone was extremely nice and helpful, so we decided to give birth here. My daughter was in no rush so a week after the deadline I was a bit worried, especially when I was informed during the last ultrasound that the baby weighed over 4 kilograms.
However, 8 days after the deadline, the doctor decided to encourage me and on the decided date I came to give birth together with my husband. She was calm and ready, gathering information through lectures and books, so she hoped to give birth to a daughter through natural paths. The incentives were given early in the morning and little by little I began to feel active.
The contractions grew fast enough, I tried to move and wanted to use the aids that were shown during the lectures: belts and balls, which help to support the contractions more easily, but to my surprise, we were asked to leave those rooms. I tried to go without epidural as much as I could, but every time the midwives came to check on the situation, I got ridiculous comments that it was better for the “sensitive” to have epidurals, because, well, I was upset and moaning, but was there ” sensitivity”?
When the waters didn’t flow naturally, they shut off and after this process I received scathing comments about “sensitivity” again. After all, I wonder if most mothers go through all these stages with a smile on their face and joy. Well I didn’t delve too deep at the time, I was just very awkward and a bit anxious as the smiling, helpful faces seen over the 9 months had just gotten angry, full of sarcasm and insult.
It had been about 12 hours since the early morning when I could no longer relieve the pain and requested an epidural anesthesia. The time until the cervix was fully open was actually lighter and with the joy of checking and hearing about the entire cervix, I was ready to move into the uterus.
The effects of the epidural anesthesia gradually subsided, and when I reached the uterus I began to feel intense pain, quite constant, unlike the contractions that come with “breaks.” The man was always by my side and I tried to land on him to prevent the baby from landing any faster.
The pains were difficult to eliminate and persistent. I really didn’t understand when it was in the limbs and when it was just a pain. For an hour, the midwife screamed at me to get down, to move, but the pain was so intense that I could barely stand. It was not like the stories told by loved ones from the birthplace or the teachings heard during lectures.
Then began a 5-hour maternity run that I will never forget, like the eyes of a doctor who openly humiliates and mocks. I was laid down, planted, built, the green waters began to flow abundantly and the pain tormented me unbearably.
The doctor with the midwife yelled at me for pushing, although I didn’t feel any shoving and tried to tell him. They didn’t listen at all and just made fun of how I am as a mom that I can’t give birth to a baby.
They left for half an hour with the comments “tell me when you want to give birth” leaving me screaming and begging to do something. I felt that something really wasn’t the way I didn’t even feel the baby in the birth canal. The man cheered and cheered me on in every way, but I was just begging for him to do something and save me because the pain was getting stronger and more intense.
I was constantly running through abundant green waters, I felt that I was losing all my strength. There was also a cleaner in the room, who was also “generous” in his comments. During those 5 hours, the doctor and the midwife kept coming out and asking each time, asking if I already promised to give birth or not. I prayed to operate because I didn’t feel any feeling of push, and no matter how much I tried to push, nothing happened.
I saw that the doctor with the midwife did not promise to take anything, so I begged the man to do something, to save me because I could no longer. The man took action by demanding a cesarean section or calling an ambulance and transported me to the Kaunas clinics. Then the very disgruntled brought the ultrasound machine to be examined and then when the faces changed I only heard that we were being transported for surgery.
At that moment I gathered my last forces and was transported to the operating room. I was delighted to see an amazing doctor who was supposed to be involved in my surgery. I just woke up already sewing. After the operation, we found out that the situation was really very dangerous and if it weren’t for the operation, my daughters and I might not be there anymore.
The first comment is that the daughter’s head was already very hard. Another problem, the clinically narrow bowl and the essential factor: the umbilical cord was so short that it was not even possible to remove the child during the operation. First, I had to cut the umbilical cord, which means that while I was still trying to push and deliver naturally, the placenta could have ruptured, then there would have been bleeding, and my daughter would have suffocated.
If it weren’t for the strength and perseverance of one man, I think our story with a happy ending might have ended when a family lost a son who was tortured by the same methods of execution that I experienced thanks to the same doctor. As for more impolite and impolite comments, I will not mention them, but they accompanied me all the rest of the time I spent in the room with my husband and daughter.
I’m just thankful for a daughter that I keep alive and well. To this day, I am haunted by memories and nightmares in those “homes.” This was followed by a severe psychological state that seriously affected my daily life and the joy of having my firstborn. I did not see that doctor again, she did not come.
This doctor is certainly not worthy of a medical degree and steps must be taken to avoid more sad stories and tragic births, which is why I decided to share my story. It is incomprehensible to the mind how these things still happen today and with such advanced medicine. “
These are very rare cases.
Virgilijus Rudzinskas, director of the LMSU Kaunas Hospital Christian Maternity, expressed his regret on the lrytas.lt portal.
“The name of Christian motherhood has recently been cited in the media as a result of a tragic event, the real causes of which we will learn after a thorough and objective investigation by specialists. We sympathize with people who have suffered losses. We are also sorry if there are any complaints or misunderstandings. Perhaps they are unavoidable as in any environment where there is a lot of interpersonal communication, and especially in matters as sensitive and important as childbirth. However, these are very rare cases in our institution.
I would like to draw attention to the fact that during the pandemic, when the birth rate in the country decreased, the number of mothers in our country increased by more than one tenth, one in four families comes to us from other cities and regions ”. V. Rudzinskas said, wishing for a mutual understanding.
