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After a traumatic delivery I couldn't bear to think about my labour but now after some counselling I can now put it here.
I woke up on the Wednesday feeling really crappy - sick, exhausted, just general rubbish. I had my 40 week mw appointment (was 40+3) so that was the only reason i got out of bed. Had my usual appointment, sorted out induction date and declined a sweep. My mw told me my blood sugars were low, thats why i was feeling really rubbish. She instructed my husband to ensure i ate well, esp lots of carby foods as i would be needing them in labour.
He took me for lunch which is when i started to have bad period pains. I didn't think for a second that i was labour starting so ignored it.
We then went home and i fell asleep on the couch (from 3pm until 7pm) when i woke with tummy pains again. My husband ran a bath for me but we still didnt even think about labour.
After two hours in the bath i got out and shortly after i was hit with an almighty contraction. Finally i realised i was in labour! I got in to comfy clothes, sat on my ball and got my TENS machine on. Contractions were coming every 7 minutes and lasting 1 minute from 9pm until midnight. I then phoned the hospital to let them know i was in labour but not coming in yet. By 2am they were so painful that even moving around and using the Tens i couldnt bare it. We phoned a taxi and got everything together. BUT, halfway to the hospital we realised we have forgotten the notes and had to go back for them.
We got to the hospital at 3:30 and i was examined - was 5cm so was admitted to delivery suite. Thats when it all went downhill.
I have terrible veins and i told the sister that. When she couldn't get the venflon in she blamed me and told me it was my fault as i apparently pulled away. I burst in to tears and she told me to grow up. I asked if i could use the pool and she looked me up and down. Looked at my notes and told me i was far too heavy to be safe in the pool. She then examined my tummy to find baby's position and i squealed. She was so rough that i asked her to leave and get me a new midwife.
Luckily my new midwife was lovely! She sat and talked to me, helped my husband help me. I managed until 6am and thats when she suggested the epidural. I had it sited but it failed after 20 minutes. It was topped up but didnt do anything. It was resited but again failed. I was then stuck on the bed, couldnt use my TENS machine and so uncomfortable. I had G&A but it didn't do anything apart from make me feel sick.
At 8am i felt the urge to push so mw said i was to have a go. It actually felt good pushing. I didn't need any g&a as pushing took away the pain of the contraction. I pushed and pushed like mad for 2 hours but got nowhere. I then realised after seeing the panic on my husbands face that something was wrong. Babys heart was dropping dangerously low every time i pushed so i was told they needed to get her out.
I stupidly said i didnt want help. I was told firmly that if i could get baby out on my own by the time they had set things up then they wouldnt have to help. I needed help :-/
I was given 6 injections of LA down there, and was cut for a forcep delivery. By this point i was screaming in agony. I could feel everything she was doing down there, my back had seized, i felt like i had a broken pelvis. It honestly felt like i was being tortured. I even tried to pull away from her by pushing myself up the bed. That only hurt all the more obviously. I was told to give another huge push and with that my baby girl was born. Turns out she was back to back! She was handed to me for a few seconds then whipped off me whilst this team of people came rushing in to help her breath. I didn;t know at the time but turns out they had been outside for half an hour waiting for her to be delivered. They couldnt detect a heartbeat during the last short while of delivery, and when she came out she wasnt breathing properly. I was then taken to theatre for repair. My husband was a mess and i wont ever forget his face as i was taken away.
I went of to theatre for 2 1/2 hours to have 75 internal stitches for a 4th degree tear under a spinal. I was told that Isabella was ok but being monitored for a short while. I was cleverly distracted by a lovely student nurse the whole time.
I finally got to hold my daughter and comfort my husband. I still suffer flashbacks of that time but i have my beautiful girl here to make it all better. I would go through it all again for my gorgeous baby bear but not sure i will ever have any more children.
sorry for ruining nice new birth stories, just needed to share mines xxx
I woke up on the Wednesday feeling really crappy - sick, exhausted, just general rubbish. I had my 40 week mw appointment (was 40+3) so that was the only reason i got out of bed. Had my usual appointment, sorted out induction date and declined a sweep. My mw told me my blood sugars were low, thats why i was feeling really rubbish. She instructed my husband to ensure i ate well, esp lots of carby foods as i would be needing them in labour.
He took me for lunch which is when i started to have bad period pains. I didn't think for a second that i was labour starting so ignored it.
We then went home and i fell asleep on the couch (from 3pm until 7pm) when i woke with tummy pains again. My husband ran a bath for me but we still didnt even think about labour.
After two hours in the bath i got out and shortly after i was hit with an almighty contraction. Finally i realised i was in labour! I got in to comfy clothes, sat on my ball and got my TENS machine on. Contractions were coming every 7 minutes and lasting 1 minute from 9pm until midnight. I then phoned the hospital to let them know i was in labour but not coming in yet. By 2am they were so painful that even moving around and using the Tens i couldnt bare it. We phoned a taxi and got everything together. BUT, halfway to the hospital we realised we have forgotten the notes and had to go back for them.
We got to the hospital at 3:30 and i was examined - was 5cm so was admitted to delivery suite. Thats when it all went downhill.
I have terrible veins and i told the sister that. When she couldn't get the venflon in she blamed me and told me it was my fault as i apparently pulled away. I burst in to tears and she told me to grow up. I asked if i could use the pool and she looked me up and down. Looked at my notes and told me i was far too heavy to be safe in the pool. She then examined my tummy to find baby's position and i squealed. She was so rough that i asked her to leave and get me a new midwife.
Luckily my new midwife was lovely! She sat and talked to me, helped my husband help me. I managed until 6am and thats when she suggested the epidural. I had it sited but it failed after 20 minutes. It was topped up but didnt do anything. It was resited but again failed. I was then stuck on the bed, couldnt use my TENS machine and so uncomfortable. I had G&A but it didn't do anything apart from make me feel sick.
At 8am i felt the urge to push so mw said i was to have a go. It actually felt good pushing. I didn't need any g&a as pushing took away the pain of the contraction. I pushed and pushed like mad for 2 hours but got nowhere. I then realised after seeing the panic on my husbands face that something was wrong. Babys heart was dropping dangerously low every time i pushed so i was told they needed to get her out.
I stupidly said i didnt want help. I was told firmly that if i could get baby out on my own by the time they had set things up then they wouldnt have to help. I needed help :-/
I was given 6 injections of LA down there, and was cut for a forcep delivery. By this point i was screaming in agony. I could feel everything she was doing down there, my back had seized, i felt like i had a broken pelvis. It honestly felt like i was being tortured. I even tried to pull away from her by pushing myself up the bed. That only hurt all the more obviously. I was told to give another huge push and with that my baby girl was born. Turns out she was back to back! She was handed to me for a few seconds then whipped off me whilst this team of people came rushing in to help her breath. I didn;t know at the time but turns out they had been outside for half an hour waiting for her to be delivered. They couldnt detect a heartbeat during the last short while of delivery, and when she came out she wasnt breathing properly. I was then taken to theatre for repair. My husband was a mess and i wont ever forget his face as i was taken away.
I went of to theatre for 2 1/2 hours to have 75 internal stitches for a 4th degree tear under a spinal. I was told that Isabella was ok but being monitored for a short while. I was cleverly distracted by a lovely student nurse the whole time.
I finally got to hold my daughter and comfort my husband. I still suffer flashbacks of that time but i have my beautiful girl here to make it all better. I would go through it all again for my gorgeous baby bear but not sure i will ever have any more children.
sorry for ruining nice new birth stories, just needed to share mines xxx
I almost cried. Im so sorry you had to go through that, but so happy you and baby are safe 
