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Terrible.
I
gave
birth
under
compulsory
medical
insurance
in
March
'22.
Only
after
almost
two
years
did
I
get
around
to
writing
a
review.
Even
before
the
contractions,
my
water
broke
several
times
(light,
odorless,
nothing
hurt,
the
baby
moved
in
the
stomach
as
usual),
after
the
contractions
started,
we
went
to
the
maternity
hospital.
Unfortunately
for
me,
it
was
night.
We
wanted
a
partner
birth.
My
husband
was
not
allowed
inside
because
it
was
night.
At
the
reception
they
spoke
to
me
dismissively,
as
if
I
was
some
kind
of
fool.
I
waited
a
long
time
for
the
doctor
to
look
at
me
and
give
me
the
go-ahead
for
registration.
I
had
to
change
clothes
in
a
cramped
nook
just
behind
a
curtain.
It
was
very
cold.
When
I
was
finally
taken
to
the
maternity
ward,
the
contractions
were
already
difficult
to
bear.
And
I
was
no
longer
able
to
stand
up
for
myself,
ask
questions,
demand
respect
for
my
rights.
They
punctured
my
amniotic
sac
at
the
second
examination
simply
in
silence,
without
saying
anything
before
or
after.
Carrying
out
such
medical
procedures
without
notifying
the
patient
is
medical
violence!
I
guessed
it
myself,
because
they
took
a
needle
out
of
me
and
water
poured
out.
I
would
agree
if
they
told
me
that
there
was
such
a
need.
But
they
didn’t
even
consider
it
necessary
to
tell
me.
After
that,
they
put
me
in
the
delivery
room.
The
room
is
large
and
bright.
But
there
was
some
blood
on
the
floor
in
the
shower.
And
there
were
no
curtains
on
the
windows.
I
gave
birth
at
night
with
the
lights
on,
and
forgive
me,
but
part
of
the
time
I
just
lay
there
with
my
bare
bottom
out
of
the
window
due
to
the
lack
of
curtains.
Because
of
the
puncture
of
the
bladder,
the
pain
was
such
that
I
almost
lost
consciousness
between
contractions,
and
during
contractions
I
could
not
move.
Then
they
injected
me
with
painkillers
2
times,
the
pain
was
quieter,
but
I
was
knocked
out
between
contractions.
So
I
couldn't
do
anything.
It's
humiliating.
I
was
fastened
to
the
CTG
machine,
which,
in
theory,
I
had
no
right
to
unfasten
myself.
But
I
unfastened
it
a
couple
of
times
because
I
couldn’t
drink
water
or
go
to
the
toilet.
I
called
the
doctors
as
loudly
as
I
had
ever
called
anyone.
Not
so
that
they
would
pat
me
on
the
head
and
sing
a
song,
but
so
that
I
could
go
to
the
toilet!
Has
anyone
ever
answered
the
call?
No.
They
came
when
they
needed
to
take
CTG
readings.
All.
I
somehow
made
it
to
the
bathroom/toilet.
There
I
got
down
on
all
fours
in
the
shower,
because
I
was
in
hellish
pain
and
stuffy.
By
coincidence,
after
some
time
a
worker
came
in
and
saw
me.
And
do
you
know
what
she
said?
“We
don’t
give
birth
like
that
here.”
How
do
you
give
birth
here?
Strapped
to
a
maternity
chair
like
on
a
torture
table?
I
was
not
informed
about
the
progress
of
my
labor.
About
7-8
hours
after
my
admission,
when
I
already
thought
that
I
would
not
survive,
I
was
told
that
the
dilation
was
already
large
enough
for
childbirth.
You
may
ask
where
my
husband
was.
And
I
will
answer
that
they
told
me
that
it
was
too
early
to
call
him,
let
him
go
home.
I
didn't
have
the
strength
to
object,
I
agreed.
Then,
as
it
turned
out,
they
simply
forgot
to
tell
me
that
I
could
already
call
my
husband
and
invite
him.
This
should
have
been
done
after
the
first
injection
of
the
medicine,
but
no
one
told
me
about
this.
As
a
result,
I
experienced
all
the
horror
alone.
And
my
husband
barely
made
it
in
time
for
the
birth
of
our
child.
One
of
the
good
things
was
one
golden
midwife.
She
was
kind
and
caring.
And
after
giving
birth,
they
brought
me
porridge
from
breakfast
straight
to
the
delivery
room.
And
we
spent
about
an
hour
in
this
room
with
my
husband
and
child
after
giving
birth.
It
was
very
cool.
We
were
in
a
department
without
repairs.
Again
no
curtains.
The
sun
was
so
hot
for
several
days
that
I
was
afraid
for
my
daughter.
Because
the
sun
was
overheating
the
room.
And
then
the
frost
hit,
it
became
cold.
It
was
a
long
walk
to
get
water
and
to
the
treatment
room.
4
times
we
had
to
go
for
tests
and
other
examinations
to
other
departments.
Leaving
the
child
for
a
long
time.
It
was
cold
walking
around
the
hospital
in
a
shirt
and
gown.
The
elevators
are
scary,
and
it’s
hard
to
walk
up
the
stairs
after
giving
birth.
Some
places
in
this
hospital
are
like
scenes
from
horror
films.
The
nurse
who
took
the
blood
and
injected
the
antibiotic
was
nice
to
me,
but
yelled
at
the
other
girls
because
they
were
afraid
to
remove
the
stitches.
Examination
by
a
gynecologist
is
humiliation.
He
comes
in,
everyone
should
lie
on
their
beds
and
spread
their
legs.
Everyone
can
see
everything.
Food
is
difficult
for
those
who
have
just
given
birth.
The
pluses
are
your
own
shower,
toilet,
sink,
refrigerator
for
the
room
