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I warn you, you will not find useful information about how to behave during childbirth and after. I absolutely do not have the right to give any advice and advice on caring for a child and myself. The difference between my daughters is no less than twenty years. That is, now I have lived everything as for the first time. At first, she was afraid to take the baby in her arms, she could not swaddle at all, and changing the diaper was something outrageous. My husband is a match for me: I almost got a heart attack from excitement when I transferred the two-day baby from my bed to the nursery. So I’ll just describe my impressions of childbirth in Georgia. I’ll tell you what I saw and felt.
Where will you be?
Chaotic, spontaneous, disorganized, and nervous. Here I had such a preparation for childbirth. It seems that my husband and I are adults and serious people, they understood that my huge belly just would not resolve. There will be a child to be met.
Honestly, I made attempts to calculate everything and be ready for everything. Once even we had such a family conversation. In the evening, closer to night, (well, when else to solve all the problems?) I started a conversation about a rearrangement in the apartment, about buying a stroller and a chest of drawers for the baby.
The husband listened absent-mindedly and was clearly not ready for the brewing scandal. Do you know how this happens? I agreed with all my theses! - A stroller? Of course! - Furniture? Sure! And so on. Then I decided to act aggressively. I took air into my lungs, delayed a little and gave out a tongue twister.
- Okay dear. I will not speak more and demand. I’ll calmly leave for the hospital. And you overturn all the little things for children, put them in a brand new chest of drawers, take a crib from friends, make it up, hang neat little curtains yourself, buy diapers, prepare a children's first-aid kit. Yes, and be sure to wash the floors and windows throughout the apartment!
Do you know what the Georgian husband answered me? A brilliant phrase.
“Where will you be?”
At first I was paralyzed, then I laughed so that the walls trembled. Girls, they don’t listen to us at all! The husband missed the key phrase about the hospital.
By the way, I packed an alarming suitcase in five minutes, right before leaving for the hospital. My friend Alena washed and windowed all the children's clothes, her husband George assembled the bed, my husband bought a chest of drawers and a stroller. In short, they didn’t leave us in the maternity hospital - they took us home, and somehow everything was sorted out slowly. Is it easier to relate to everything?
Acquaintance
Analyzing my behavior, I understand how I am a superficial mother. In the first instants of the birth of a daughter, she asked: “Is she white or black?” She really wanted a blonde. Many will understand the whole comic or paradox of the situation. You walk for nine months, worry that there is no pathology, that the baby is born healthy, that the birth is successful ... and here is white or black?
A children's doctor with an interesting name Mtvarisa, having heard my demanding question, rushed to the child, looked at the girl and told me: “She is beautiful!” So I realized that I gave birth to a real dark-haired Georgian. A minute later, the baby was put on my chest. Imagine giving a child, but I'm immovable. Somehow she managed to reach a small lump with her lips, nipped her, kissed her. Why didn’t I ask to untie my hands? I do not know. I didn’t guess. She felt the most delicate skin, the smell of the baby, saw the features of her husband's face, laughed. So our acquaintance took place.
About depression
I thought that this disease is only for the elite. For those who are too obsessed with their subtle internal matter and sentimental sensations. I am a child of perestroika, a student of coups and coups. Survived contrary.In the hungry nineties, strategic overseas canned, very similar to dog food. In addition, the eldest daughter was raised alone. Me and depression? Incomparably. But, however, she captured me. Slightly.
What are the sensations? Everything is fine in the morning, I put myself in order (as my mother taught), then I joke with medical workers, trying to rehabilitate the body. I don’t look at the baby. In addition, the husband, his son and our friends are allowed into the ward - fantastic! I didn’t even dream about this. Around positive emotions. But ... in the evening, like a heavy dusty blanket, grief covered. Bananas and other goodies did not help.
Alien country, fear of the unknown, a bunch of delusional theses of own production and groundless fears. She was even afraid to turn off the light. Once I brought myself to panic. There was a terrible chill. Night doctors and nurses gathered. It should be noted that I was not deprived of attention there. Surrounded me, made a quick diagnosis. Nothing. Absolutely healthy woman. Then I was shy. She pulled a blanket to her chin, patted her eyelashes. And she gave them: “Dear, I’m a jerk?” A general laugh, a diagnosis has been made.
Such troubles just need to survive. Of course, the support of relatives at such moments is necessary, but still the button for full control over ourselves and emotions is in our hands.
Oh, these Russians!
I am grateful to the staff of the hospital and the children's department of the university clinic for a lot. For attention, support, for women's chatter, for talking in my native Russian language. All this, after all, is so necessary for us women, especially in a foreign country, without parents and relatives.
I gave birth in a paid clinic. Prices (taking into account the standard of living in the country) are not particularly loyal, but absolutely solidarity with all commercial hospitals in Tbilisi. And then we all know that even paid medical services are terrible. But I got lucky. Professionalism, cordiality, responsiveness and peace - all that I wanted to see and feel, I received.
Once there was such a case. For several days I was bandaged for leg edema. The nurse on duty, noticing that the bandages had been dragged heavily, began to rub my limbs. Nearby, her colleague asked where I came from: from Russia or Ukraine. Having received the answer, the one who was giving me the massage suddenly barked: “Oh, these Russians! So that I could pass it on to everyone in my homeland! We love you! We kiss your feet here! ”We laughed at the whole department.
Professional hugging
Do you know an American who made her fortune through an unusual profession? She is a hugger. People pay to lie with her for an hour or two. Without vulgarity and harassment. Just a hug. They say that they positively affect the psyche and do not allow the development of fears and neuroses on the basis of inner loneliness.
So, in Georgia you will not earn a cent on this. They hug here all and always! In the hospital, my daughter was squeezed, smacked and hugged everything! Moreover, sometimes quietly from me. When they changed her clothes, took tests or did the procedures. Hugs and kisses are included in the obligatory birth program. For the first time, I saw a medical staff adore an alien newborn child. By the way, these are nurses and forced us to name the child as soon as possible. My husband and I could not make a decision. And everyone who came to my ward was immediately interested in the name. I had to hurry up and make my mark: Anastasia or Tashiko (in Georgian).
About medical services and human relationships
There was also a children's department at the maternity hospital. Every day the baby was examined by a pediatrician. Two nurses on duty and their assistants looked after the child, like mother-nannies at the princely court. If I wanted to sleep, Nastia was taken from me for the night and brought only for feeding.
One morning, a pediatric nurse flew to me like a torpedo. Very interesting, bright, tiny. She talked quickly, examined the girl and also quickly disappeared. After a second she returned and blurted out a tongue twister: “If anything, call me!” She disappeared again. And again she appeared: “Call me Mancho!” Yes, yes. Here is such an interesting Manana. We made friends very much.Sometimes she brought me Anastasia and proudly declared: "We made poop!" As if they were sitting and sculpting them all day, the nurse had such an important tone. There was a thing - I burst into tears in front of the audience, did not hold back emotions, worries about the daughter’s health. And Mancho was crying with me! What is this if not the sensitivity of the soul?
There was still a girl Maya, who generally wanted to leave my daughter to herself. Kissed her constantly: before changing clothes and after. And then she just came to cram Nasten. Somehow he brings a baby to me and says: “She’s a bear!” I’m surprised. Well, what does a bear and a girl weighing two kg? It turned out - the mouse! Nastya hiccuped like a mouse squealing.
I have never seen a single sourness on the face of these women, sincere views, interest and participation. They showed how to wash and dress, feed and care for the baby.
Another nurse, also Manana, introduced herself and told me her childhood nickname, Beduna. And closer to night, she exclaimed in her hearts: “Eh, I would have known that such a patient is here, even if she brought you something tasty!”
We shared some secrets, purely female experiences and emotions. Amazing I am a stranger to them. Absolutely. Another mentality, other customs and a different life. But they tried to help me, to be useful, they left their phones, with some we still have relations. Incredible. Sometimes it is above my ideas about medical services and purely human relationships.
About food
The only negative in this clinic is the lack of a dining room. And if you have three men at home who have not yet been burdened with culinary knowledge, then the matter is tight. Moreover, the head physician, Lexo Tarashvili, seems to have been conspiring with them. He said that I can only eat matsoni, cottage cheese and yogurt.
My husband was glad, he sighed easily and brought me a bunch of dairy products. A day later, I missed. Patience and humility, I have never been different. During the tour, with a full meeting of doctors and nurses, she said: “If you do not allow me to eat meat, I will bite everyone here!” Batono Lexo was a little dumbfounded by my impudence, then laughed and lifted the ban on food.
My friend Alena saved me from starvation or ganibalism. Waited for her jar with impatience.
Today we publish the recipe for the dish that she prepared for me, in addition to all the soups and diet cutlets. Veal Chanakhs. I will not say that this is very useful to those who just gave birth, but for me it was divine and saving.
Chanakhi from Alena Vatiashvili
In fact, a canah is roast. The dish is usually cooked in pots, but we did it in an ordinary pan.
We will need:
- 2 kg of veal or lamb (masculine);
- 1 kg of potatoes;
- 2 kg of eggplant;
- 0.5 kg of onions;
- 1 kg of ripe tomatoes;
- 3-4 pcs. bell pepper;
- 100 g of greens: regan, cilantro, parsley, dill;
- salt and hot pepper to taste.
We start cooking. Cut large eggplant, salt. And leave for an hour to get bitterness. Then fry them in sunflower oil over medium heat until golden brown.
Next, cut a large head of onion in half rings and pass in butter, too, until golden brown. By the way, if you have fat tail fat, it is better to fry it.
Now wash all the vegetables and greens.
We cut everything, pepper and onion into strips.
Fry coarsely chopped potatoes in a mixture of butter and sunflower oil until golden brown, do not forget to salt.
Put the meat, previously boiled, into the pan with a non-stick bottom. Mix with fried onions and add a spoonful of tomato paste.
Put the potatoes on top. Then fried eggplant, then chopped onion, bell pepper and sliced tomatoes. Solim.
Top with chopped greens, salt again.
Pour 200-300 ml of broth or water. Cover and put on a small fire for 20-30 minutes.
And that’s all! Chanahi is ready. We spread it on plates and call everyone to the table!
- Gemrielad is mivert! - Enjoy your meal!
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