My heart broke for Martha, her amazing family and the needless, bleak despair of her death.
I had my first son at Kings a few years ago. After four days on the post natal ward I was discharged, dispite some worrying symptoms. Before I left I was unable to hold the baby to feed him as I felt so weak. I also thought I had a UTI and my boobs were really painful. no one seemed concerned. I’d seen a doctor about five times - no tests were ordered. Classic case of mum being the least important person once the child arrived.
On the day we were discharged we got home about 4pm. I sat through a visit from my parents and tried to eat some chili, but couldn’t stomach it. By 10pm I was sitting on a chair in my bedroom shivering unable to work out how to put my nursing bra on. When I lifted my hands up it was as if they were disconnected from my body. I got into bed and when DH did my temperature it was 41c, though I was freezing cold. My husband wanted me to go to hospital but I kept saying, “I can’t”, over and over. He called the ward and I got readmited, though I didn’t get a bed until 3am. I was later told I had sepsis from multiple infections and I was in hospital for ages. It completely robbed me of the first few months with my son. The antibiotics that undoubtedly saved my life gave me nipple thrush, feeding was agony. I didn’t leave the house with him until he was six weeks old. I looked at all the other NCT mums who were baking cakes and hosting coffee mornings in disbelief.
Looking back, I should never have been discharged in the first place, but they were desperate for beds. The midwives were amazing but the doctors I felt were dismissive. I had complained of bladder urgency on multiple occasions and no one checked my urine at all. A midwife had seen me just before I left with red angry hot looking boobs and not mentioned mastitis. It was as if the birth left my body in shock. I had no idea how sick I was. You trust the medical staff to know and to recognise anyone in danger.
I did have another son and a hugely different newborn experience. I was terrified it was going to be the same the second time.