anita665
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At the start of last week I posted wondering whether my blood loss was normal. Well clearly it wasn't as on Tuesday I had a late post partum hemmorage.
Warning - TMI!! My bleeding went from brown to bright red again and I passed a small clot. I didn't think a lot of it as I'd passed several clots since giving birth and they'd been much larger and I was told it was normal.
However within an hour my maternity towel was soaked through. I changed and soaked another within half an hour. I went to change that to see bright red blood just dripping out (sorry TMI). Luckily my nan was visiting and I asked her to call the doctor for me. As she did so I felt the blood loss increase so I sat on the flood on a towel.
They told me it's maybe an early period but it would be unusual. I slowly stood up to go to the bathroom to clean up as my nan stayed on the phone to the doctor. As I stood though I felt myself pass a huge clot and a gush of blood and I went straight back to the flood and laid down.
My nan gave me a pillow and put another towel over me as I was embarrassed since we had OH's parents visiting. At that point my nan and the doctor agreed an ambulance should be called. By the time they arrived I was feeling very rough and laying in a small pool. They hooked my up to a heart monitor and began giving me fluids before taking me and my baby to hospital. In the ambulance the paramedic explained I was doing well since my heart rate hadn't increased to compensate for the blood loss. However this only made me more worried when just before we arrived at hospital my heart rate had started to increase.
I could feel the blood just keeping on flowing which was so scary. I also began to get a lot of pain in my stomach. As they transfered me onto a bed in A&E though I passed lots more very large clots and the blood flow increased which seemed to ease the pain. I was very scared by this time and was actually pretty much begging them to look down there at how much blood I'd lost.
The nurses undressed me and again, sorry for the TMI but had to scoop up many handfulls of blood clots.
OH when white and said he didn't realise quite how bad it was.
I was then taken up to the delivery suit and gived IV antibiotics and more fluid. I can't really remember much from there except crying because OH couldn't stay on the ward with me and I didn't want to be alone. I was lold I'd lost an estimated 2.5 to 3 litres of blood!
Finally on Friday they let me go home with lots of antibiotics and iron tablets. They think it was caused by some left over placenta or membranes or possibly just an infection as I'd had a fever a couple of days before but thought it was just a cold. Also it could just have been LO's size as they're more common when you have a baby over 8lb 8 and Pierre was 8lb 7 and I'm not a big person!
The thing is now I'm finding it very hard to cope with Pierre. He feeds so often and hates to be put down. He doesn't seem to like his moses basket. OH works all the time and doesn't share the load at night. My nan and sister each come in on one day a week to lend a hand and give me some company but still I'm finding it hard. There's nobody else I can ask for help and I only get 1 or 2 hours sleep at a time if I'm lucky.
Warning - TMI!! My bleeding went from brown to bright red again and I passed a small clot. I didn't think a lot of it as I'd passed several clots since giving birth and they'd been much larger and I was told it was normal.
However within an hour my maternity towel was soaked through. I changed and soaked another within half an hour. I went to change that to see bright red blood just dripping out (sorry TMI). Luckily my nan was visiting and I asked her to call the doctor for me. As she did so I felt the blood loss increase so I sat on the flood on a towel.
They told me it's maybe an early period but it would be unusual. I slowly stood up to go to the bathroom to clean up as my nan stayed on the phone to the doctor. As I stood though I felt myself pass a huge clot and a gush of blood and I went straight back to the flood and laid down.
My nan gave me a pillow and put another towel over me as I was embarrassed since we had OH's parents visiting. At that point my nan and the doctor agreed an ambulance should be called. By the time they arrived I was feeling very rough and laying in a small pool. They hooked my up to a heart monitor and began giving me fluids before taking me and my baby to hospital. In the ambulance the paramedic explained I was doing well since my heart rate hadn't increased to compensate for the blood loss. However this only made me more worried when just before we arrived at hospital my heart rate had started to increase.
I could feel the blood just keeping on flowing which was so scary. I also began to get a lot of pain in my stomach. As they transfered me onto a bed in A&E though I passed lots more very large clots and the blood flow increased which seemed to ease the pain. I was very scared by this time and was actually pretty much begging them to look down there at how much blood I'd lost.
The nurses undressed me and again, sorry for the TMI but had to scoop up many handfulls of blood clots.

I was then taken up to the delivery suit and gived IV antibiotics and more fluid. I can't really remember much from there except crying because OH couldn't stay on the ward with me and I didn't want to be alone. I was lold I'd lost an estimated 2.5 to 3 litres of blood!

Finally on Friday they let me go home with lots of antibiotics and iron tablets. They think it was caused by some left over placenta or membranes or possibly just an infection as I'd had a fever a couple of days before but thought it was just a cold. Also it could just have been LO's size as they're more common when you have a baby over 8lb 8 and Pierre was 8lb 7 and I'm not a big person!
The thing is now I'm finding it very hard to cope with Pierre. He feeds so often and hates to be put down. He doesn't seem to like his moses basket. OH works all the time and doesn't share the load at night. My nan and sister each come in on one day a week to lend a hand and give me some company but still I'm finding it hard. There's nobody else I can ask for help and I only get 1 or 2 hours sleep at a time if I'm lucky.
