firecracker25
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my son was born last wednesday by emergency c-section, we are both doing well since but it was scary as hell at the time. We went to the hospital at 9:00am tuesday morning where I was induced at term + 14 after hours of monetering and no signs other than tightenings I was induced for a second time, which after a few hours resulted in some minor contractions. DH was sent home at 9:00pm and I was left on the moniters from then.
At around 11:00 the nurse on duty noticed that the babys heart rate had fallen and within 15 minutes there were two doctors in the room. I was put on a drip to see if LO would respond as he wasn't moving much when they were prodding my bump. Within the hour my husband was called back and I was in a gown and cathiter inserted before I had even left the ward.
DH arrived just as I was being taken to theater, and was informed that he could go no further as I was going to be put under. I remember being moved from one bed to the next and suddenly being surrounded by at least 20 people. I was shaking and crying as they put me under. The next thing I know I'm being wheeled back down the corridoor afterwards. The pain in my stomach was so bad I kept mumbleing over and over that it hurt.
When I was brought into the room DH was there with LO but I was so out of it I couldn't really see them all that well. (lack of glasses didn't help either) I wasn't able to give LO his first feed either. DH was sent home within 5 minutes and LO was taken away to be cared for by the hospital staff. I was left with the nurses to be washed ect and then LO was brought back into the room and placed beside me.
We were back home as a family 2 days later.
I think as scared as I was that night must have been worse for DH as he had to see us go through that, but it didn't really hit me until the day we came home when he had to give me the injection, I started shaking and crying petrified that something was going to go wrong with the medication (that i had had two previous nights without fuss) and I was going to end up back in the hospital. I wouldn't let him come near me with it and he ended up calling my mum and getting his niece who is a nurse to come and give me the medication.
I feel mostly fine now, not really suffering with nightmares/flashbacks ect just frustrated that I can't do much of anything due to the healing wound/bruising but getting there slowly.
At around 11:00 the nurse on duty noticed that the babys heart rate had fallen and within 15 minutes there were two doctors in the room. I was put on a drip to see if LO would respond as he wasn't moving much when they were prodding my bump. Within the hour my husband was called back and I was in a gown and cathiter inserted before I had even left the ward.
DH arrived just as I was being taken to theater, and was informed that he could go no further as I was going to be put under. I remember being moved from one bed to the next and suddenly being surrounded by at least 20 people. I was shaking and crying as they put me under. The next thing I know I'm being wheeled back down the corridoor afterwards. The pain in my stomach was so bad I kept mumbleing over and over that it hurt.
When I was brought into the room DH was there with LO but I was so out of it I couldn't really see them all that well. (lack of glasses didn't help either) I wasn't able to give LO his first feed either. DH was sent home within 5 minutes and LO was taken away to be cared for by the hospital staff. I was left with the nurses to be washed ect and then LO was brought back into the room and placed beside me.
We were back home as a family 2 days later.
I think as scared as I was that night must have been worse for DH as he had to see us go through that, but it didn't really hit me until the day we came home when he had to give me the injection, I started shaking and crying petrified that something was going to go wrong with the medication (that i had had two previous nights without fuss) and I was going to end up back in the hospital. I wouldn't let him come near me with it and he ended up calling my mum and getting his niece who is a nurse to come and give me the medication.
I feel mostly fine now, not really suffering with nightmares/flashbacks ect just frustrated that I can't do much of anything due to the healing wound/bruising but getting there slowly.