She was lying all the time, getting up only in the toilet.
No droppers neighbor set, drugs were not appointed. One ward nurse wheeled in the ultrasound machine. Next was our doctor, he was not the most friendly.
— Well? Check? - he turned to my neighbor.
She turned pale and nodded. With a scowl, turning her stomach and spoke: "1.1 mm".
I didn't understand and looked at the neighbor, and she paled even more, but aggressively tightened her lips.
- I won't, Pyotr Nikolaevich.
- Semenova! — frowned doctor — What kind of kindergarten! I warned you that if your scar breaks up — you will die?
- Warned or not?
- Warned, Pyotr Nikolaevich, - Natalya bloodless lips rustled.
When Peter Nikolaevich left, my poor neighbor quietly and thinly began to cry. Of course I rushed to comfort her. As it turned out, this pregnancy Natasha — the fourth. The previous two ended with an emergency cesarean section at 30-32 weeks, the children were born weak and did not survive. Another pregnancy was ectopic - removed the tube.
For the fourth time managed to get pregnant by miracle, helped prayer and travel to Holy places. But only the scar from caesarean sections was very, very thin. A little more than a millimeter separated the unborn child from the outside world. The doctors sounded the alarm and insisted on surgery.
Fragile Natalia clenched his teeth and refused, stoically Valieva all nine months.
— THEY SAY THAT IF THE SEAM WOULD BREAK, JUST A FEW MINUTES TO SAVE THE MOTHER, IN A WHISPER, THE NIGHT SHE EXPLAINED TO ME.
— ABOUT THE BABY AND NOT TALKING. BUT I WOULD CARRY IT A LITTLE FURTHER, WELL AT LEAST UNTIL 35 WEEKS!
On the 12th day, after lunch, Natasha winced
— SOMETHING BURNS IN THE LOWER ABDOMEN…
A second later, her eyes widened — on the sheet slowly blurred red spot. I rushed to the post, literally dropping Slippers. After a minute, Natalia rushed into the operating theatre on the go at the same time sticking the dropper and something obmazyvat.
I went to the neighbor's bed and took out an icon from under the pillow.
— HELP...PLEASE! – AWKWARDLY I ASKED, SHEDDING TEARS.
The next day I was waiting for crawling, as in childhood children are waiting for Santa Claus.
— PETER NIKOLAEVICH! WELL THERE NATASHA?!
The stern doctor looked at me and... smiled.
- The operation was complicated. The scar right under the hands he parted. She lost a lot of blood, but it's fixable. Already in the usual house transferred. And her daughter done, breathe on her own and mastered. Will live!
When the doctor came out, I went back to Natasha's icon and whispered:
— Thank You…