Hi Ladies
My little girl was born 3 months ago via emergency C-Section. It was the WORST experience I have ever gone through. The hospital, the staff, the way I was treated. To this day, I feel so upset and angry about it. I have tried to move on and forget about what happened, but have really struggled.
Here my story...
Arrived in hospital, everything going fine. Midwife comes and goes every 10/20 mins or so. Next thing doc comes in, tries to take blood from babies head, but no avail. Tells me he needs to operate. This shocks me alot as I never saw it coming. I ask the doc if there was any chance he could wait and see if baby's HR goes down, to which he snaps '"She is refusing to operate, what the hell do I do?!" I wasn't refusing, simply asking a question.
Next thing, being rushed down to theatre. Overhear someone say "Right she's being put to sleep now", as they try to put a needle in. Doc reassured me it would be done under a local. Being put to sleep is a great fear of mine. Nobody comforted me, just snapped at me "Do you want your baby to survive?!".
I wake up after op. Baby is now in care unit. I arrive back on the ward, where another doc comes over and wants to take some blood, apparantly wants to check my liver!! I ask the midwifes if I could see my baby. I was desperate to see her. "Maybe later". I ask again another 2 hours. "We'll take a picture for you". Another 4 hours later no picture. My mum got to see her before I did. This bitchy midwife finally decided it would be ok to wheel me up to see her. (Although she made out it was a total inconvience for her).
I finally got to see her for 2 minutes, but couldn't hold her. I felt at a loss...
After some rest...midwifes came every 2 hours, poked me with more needles, like some guinea pig. They wouldn't explain why they were taking blood, just did it anyway. Wouldn't give me any answers. I had nobody come down to explain to me why I needed an emergency C-Section, or why my baby was in distress. Just a bunch of rushed off their feet midwifes who choked me up with pills and poked needles in me.
What nobody could understand was, all I wanted... all I needed was to told my precious daughter in my arms, and be alone with her. If I couldn't be alone with her, I wanted to be alone to rest.
Over the next couple of days, the agony got worse. More needles, more pills, I was going crazy. I was also starting to have side effects from them. One day, my temperature was alittle high, the midwife handed me some paracetomol - I told her politely I'd be okay. I really needed to get some fresh air. She was really pissed that I had refused them.
Everything I tried to tell them, tried so hard to try and explain the way I was feeling. And how the trauma was affecting my blood pressure was really falling on dead ears. I gave up....
On top of this, I had the added pressure from the midwifes to breastfeed. I was having some difficulty with this, and decided giving my daughter the bottle would be okay, until I got home. The midwifes totally frowned on this, and told me I couldn't leave until I had her feeding sorted.
I felt trapped, like I was in prison. I pleaded with them to let me go home and get some rest. I had no choice but discharge myself in the end. I couldn't take any more....
(I apologise his post is very long- I didn't intend it to be). I guess writing all this down, has made me realise I'm most certainly haunted by my daughter's birth. I have struggled to bond with her as a result.
And now I'm far too scared to give birth again, decided not to have any more children.
Thanks for taking time to read this.
Thoughts and advice appreciated...
My little girl was born 3 months ago via emergency C-Section. It was the WORST experience I have ever gone through. The hospital, the staff, the way I was treated. To this day, I feel so upset and angry about it. I have tried to move on and forget about what happened, but have really struggled.
Here my story...
Arrived in hospital, everything going fine. Midwife comes and goes every 10/20 mins or so. Next thing doc comes in, tries to take blood from babies head, but no avail. Tells me he needs to operate. This shocks me alot as I never saw it coming. I ask the doc if there was any chance he could wait and see if baby's HR goes down, to which he snaps '"She is refusing to operate, what the hell do I do?!" I wasn't refusing, simply asking a question.
Next thing, being rushed down to theatre. Overhear someone say "Right she's being put to sleep now", as they try to put a needle in. Doc reassured me it would be done under a local. Being put to sleep is a great fear of mine. Nobody comforted me, just snapped at me "Do you want your baby to survive?!".
I wake up after op. Baby is now in care unit. I arrive back on the ward, where another doc comes over and wants to take some blood, apparantly wants to check my liver!! I ask the midwifes if I could see my baby. I was desperate to see her. "Maybe later". I ask again another 2 hours. "We'll take a picture for you". Another 4 hours later no picture. My mum got to see her before I did. This bitchy midwife finally decided it would be ok to wheel me up to see her. (Although she made out it was a total inconvience for her).
I finally got to see her for 2 minutes, but couldn't hold her. I felt at a loss...
After some rest...midwifes came every 2 hours, poked me with more needles, like some guinea pig. They wouldn't explain why they were taking blood, just did it anyway. Wouldn't give me any answers. I had nobody come down to explain to me why I needed an emergency C-Section, or why my baby was in distress. Just a bunch of rushed off their feet midwifes who choked me up with pills and poked needles in me.
What nobody could understand was, all I wanted... all I needed was to told my precious daughter in my arms, and be alone with her. If I couldn't be alone with her, I wanted to be alone to rest.
Over the next couple of days, the agony got worse. More needles, more pills, I was going crazy. I was also starting to have side effects from them. One day, my temperature was alittle high, the midwife handed me some paracetomol - I told her politely I'd be okay. I really needed to get some fresh air. She was really pissed that I had refused them.
Everything I tried to tell them, tried so hard to try and explain the way I was feeling. And how the trauma was affecting my blood pressure was really falling on dead ears. I gave up....
On top of this, I had the added pressure from the midwifes to breastfeed. I was having some difficulty with this, and decided giving my daughter the bottle would be okay, until I got home. The midwifes totally frowned on this, and told me I couldn't leave until I had her feeding sorted.
I felt trapped, like I was in prison. I pleaded with them to let me go home and get some rest. I had no choice but discharge myself in the end. I couldn't take any more....
(I apologise his post is very long- I didn't intend it to be). I guess writing all this down, has made me realise I'm most certainly haunted by my daughter's birth. I have struggled to bond with her as a result.
And now I'm far too scared to give birth again, decided not to have any more children.
Thanks for taking time to read this.
Thoughts and advice appreciated...