6 months after starting trying to, we got pregnant with our 2nd baby. When I was 8 weeks I went for my 1st scan. That was when they discovered I was pregnant with twins but 1 was ectopic and I was rushed to hospital for surgery to remove her.
My pregnancy this time around was quite hard but I knew that I would have a VBAC, there was no other way. I was a woman and women were designed and made to give birth.
At 34 weeks I went into labor, having back pain and small contractions. I was admitted to hospital and pretty much neglected. No one came to check on me, if I wanted anything I had to buzz the nurses and wait for them. Numerous times I was taken to the delivery ward and checked but my cervix was clamped shut. There was no talk of anything by this point.
I was then given an “elective” cser the next day. I had an epidural and laid out completely naked on the bench. They put the drape up so I couldn’t see. You can’t feel the pain of anything but you can feel everything. I felt the pressure of the scalpel and the instruments pulling the incision open. I felt their hands inside me. I guess it’s like you’re a handbag and the doctors are inside it trying to find something. Then the most terrible part was when they started to push out the baby. The pain was so bad. The fully grown male doctor was pushing on my chest so hard I couldn’t breathe. I had huge bruises on my ribs afterwards that lasted 3-4weeks.
They took the baby and checked her over etc. Then my husband came and sat next to me holding her. She was a bit blue and not moving. She was grunting though and I kept telling everyone something was wrong. No one was listening to me. I kept telling hubby she wasn’t breathing properly and the nurses and doctors. As they were stitching me up it was really bad and I started to cry. I could feel every pull of the thread and every movement of the needle. It made me want to throw up. The feeling was disgusting. Then the epidural started to wear off in my feet and I was so scared it would wear off before they finished the op. I was wheeled into recovery where they unwrapped baby and put her on me. She stopped breathing completely and they rushed her off to the neonatal unit. Hubby went with her and I was left alone and crying. By now the epidural had fully worn off and the pain was unbelievable. They give you morphine but it doesn’t take away half of the pain. It hurt so bad I can’t even describe. I was left with 1 nurse who was trying to look after me and find out what was happening with my baby. It was all a big stuff up. I was left in recovery for 2 hours; you should be back on the ward and in a room within 30mins. The nurse that came and got me was an absolute monster and to this day I hate her. She wheeled me up with an orderly (I still didn’t know what was going on with baby). I got to my room and she left me. She didn’t tell me what was going on. I was bawling my eyes out from pain and being left. She didn’t come back for ages, by this point I was almost passing out from the pain. Hubby got to me and rang the nurses, I got morphine and then the monster came back and I went off at her. She yelled at me then left and hubby went after her. When your baby’s taken to the neonatal unit you’re supposed to be taken straight there to see him/her. I was refused to be taken down. Then when they did finally take me I was left unattended. I was pretty much neglected except for this one student nurse who helped me start to express for baby and she helped me with pain relief etc. The next day the nurses stuffed up my pain relief and I was left once again in agony. I was told I could have morphine every 4-6 hours but I was supposed to be getting it every hour; you can imagine the pain I was in. And the only reason I managed to get showered and see my baby was because of my husband.