Hello beautiful mothers, I wanted to share my birth story here one day, and finally my little one was born, thank God, and I wanted to share it. On April 22nd, I cleaned the house, did the daily wiping and sweeping, washed the dishes, and hung the laundry. You know, the daily chores. At 3 or 4 pm in the afternoon, I felt something coming from me. I went to the toilet, and my show came immediately. It was a bloody brown discharge. I panicked because there was still 1 week left. I had always prepared myself for a week later. That day, we were 39 weeks old. Anyway, my husband came home from work, and I told him, "Look, my show has come, I might give birth today." Because the same thing happened with my other son, my show came and labor started in the evening. The same thing happened with this one. In the evening, at 8 or 9 pm, mild contractions started, coming and going from time to time. Of course, they weren't severe contractions. Anyway, I endured the contractions at home until 2:30 am. My advice to you is to endure the contractions at home. When they get really severe, we left at 2:30 am. My husband, my mother-in-law, and I had our bag ready. The contractions had become unbearable. As the contractions came, I took deep breaths, which felt very good. When we arrived at the hospital, the doctor examined me vaginally and with an ultrasound. I was 4cm dilated, and I was immediately admitted. I was taken to the delivery room, and fear grips you. As the contractions came, they attached the NST. I couldn't stay still as the contractions came, but I continued to take deep breaths. As each contraction came, my contractions became unbearable. I was crying, saying, "God, help me." Then the nurse came and checked my dilation vaginally. After checking with her finger, something came from me, and I shouted, "Something is coming." Then the doctor came and looked and said, "The baby is coming." They put me on the stirrups. No episiotomy was done. The midwife said, "Push, girl, push, you will be free. Say Bismillah and push." And with my last strength, I pushed, but it didn't work. I took deep breaths again and pushed, and my baby was born, a tiny little thing. At that moment, the pain is over, and there is a relief that I cannot describe. It was born at 5:30 in the morning on April 23rd, Children's Day 😄. My little one was 39 weeks old and surprised us by being born a week early. Now I have breastfed him, and he is sleeping. May God grant this beautiful feeling to everyone who wants it. May God help all pregnant and delivering mothers, and may you be delivered in one breath, God willing 😊😚. This is our story. Thank you for taking the time to read it...