Title says it all really. I wanted a lovely laid back birth in a community birthing centre, no doctors, no drugs, just gas and air, husband there, midwife quietly cheering on from the sidelines (needless to say this was my first baby).
Instead I got......
(1) Pre-eclampsia (only symptom I was aware of was a big headache and I reckon my blood pressure was only up because the flipping consultant would not believe me when I insisted they had my due date wrong and I was a week overdue).
(2) Admitted to a big scarey hospital 35 miles away from home and left in a lounge in the delivery suite (no rooms available) for three hours with no medical supervision after husband was told 'she's very sick, she needs to have the baby tonight to save both of them'
(3) Poked by FOUR consultants none of whom could even reach my cervix to get the gels in.
(4) Poked AGAIN by same four consultants who decided the next step was to break my waters at 1 cm dilated (they did after five hours of trying every hour and it hurt like hell) Why oh why do they think showing you the frigging crochet hook thing will set your mind at rest!? All I could think of was 'abortion hook, I'm fishing in your fanny'
(5) Told I HAD to have synotocin because I was really ill and not knowing any better reluctantly agreed. Was told to have an epidural. I had had some early labour pains and didn't think they were too bad, so I said I'd like to try for two hours on entenox and then finally said, yes please I'd like one now please....quickly if you don't mind.
(6) Anaesthesthiologist turned up...took a quick history and said: sorry no drugs for you my dear (I have a blood clotting disorder) but you can have two paracetamol. WHAT? ARE YOU CRAZY? I HAVE A BABY SHOOTING OUT MY FANJO AND YOU OFFER ME A HEADACHE PILL?
(7) Senior consultant then turned up and turned up the syntocin again, I stopped climbing the walls and instead started clinging to the ceiling while quietly sobbing to myself and begging anyone who would listen to whack me on the head with the oxygen tank because I was seriously tired and had been having contractions every two minutes for six hours. Husband given toast and coffee, I was denied food and drink because I was 'sick'!
(8) After TEN HOURS of above, midwife checked me again - on her way HOME because I'd been trying for so long and said: 'well there's progress, you're 3 cms dialated' - lost will to live at this point.
(9) Nice consultant on day shift turned up. Consultant took one look at me, turned off the syntocin and said, 'right, this isn't working, would you like a caeasarian' - could have kissed her for turning off the drugs. Could not keep my eyes open was so tired. She shook me awake long enough for me to say yes. Next time I woke up, the contractions were still there, and ouch they were worse, every 30 seconds now there was an nice man putting an epidural in (they decided it was worth the risk), he told me that the pain would go away in 20 minutes and could I keep still. I replied, yes, would be happy to, would he mind whacking me with the oxygen cylinder though because I'd really like to be unconscious. He refused and said I had to stay really still while he put the needle in and bless him, he managed to do it between contractions which was good because I was sucking down G&A for England.
(10) Husband sent off to phone people to update them, told that I would be given two hours to sleep first so I could 'enjoy' the birth. He went off and twenty minutes later new midwife noticed a drop in my daughter's heartbeat and they all panicked and rushed me into theatre. I was exceptionally lucky that husband came back when he did because they weren't prepared to wait, they threw some scrubs at him, wheeled me in and ten minutes later my daughter was born and this bit was BLOODY MARVELLOUS! There is no feeling like seeing this little yelling creature fit and well.
(11) Oh it's not over yet. Admitted to ward. Husband had words with them and offered them money to put me in a private room because I was so tired and it was so noisy, they did for one night. Then they transferred me into a ward full of pre-eclamptic mums to be, who didn't exactly look delighted to have a baby thrust upon them. The reason for the move. Apparently it's hospital policy to put women who have had preeclampsia in a ward with other mums in case they have a fit and die and no-one notices (so to be clear on this, you are relying on OTHER PATIENTS to monitor the vital signs rather than nurses?!) As it turns out, someone died two years ago in this hospital in these circumstances and wasn't discovered for twelve hours because the midwives thought the mum was 'sleeping' and only went in to check because the baby was crying a lot!
(12) In my notes it said: ALLERGIES: MORPHINE, PLASTERS, CO-PROXAMOL. Guess what? I woke up with a wraparound plaster over my wound, which lead to a nasty allergic reaction, it's still not healed. My skin blistered on my back from the epidural and from the front from the dressing on my c-section scar. Nurses offered painkillers, I took a look at my chart to see what I'd be prescribed. Ooh a choice of Morphine, co-prox and yep, two paracetamols (I'm starting to think they are joking here but no, the midwife confirmed that this was what I'd be written up for!)
(13) Four days later my liver was functioning at 1% normal, as in proper eclampsia, do they step up my monitoring just in case I fit, no, they do not, they in fact only check my blood pressure and how I'm feeling at shift changes. (Twice in 24 hours). Next day my liver was functioning at 4%, and they sent me home (!) TBH I would have checked out anyway because I would get better medical care from my cat!
Sorry that was very long, but I needed to get it off my chest. In retrospect I should have refused the induction and said, if I can't have the birth I want, I'll have a c-section now please and no you can't sent a search team up my fanjo to search for my cervix thankyouverymuch! Certainly next time I'm going to be much more forthright on my views.
Thank you for reading ladies. If any of you are preggers believe me, of my cohort of people pregnant at the same time, my experience was BY FAR the worst and honestly getting a healthy baby at the end makes it all worthwhile but I'm still very blooming mad about it all.
Rachel
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Still hopping mad about my birth experience (10 weeks later!)
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rachelhill · 03/01/2007 21:34
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