Will try (and probably fail) to keep this as short as I can.
13 weeks ago I had a c section after being induced 3 days earlier, the doctors and midwives (who were brilliant) knew my baby was pooing in me on day 2 cos it was coming out of me, the midwives knew I needed a section, but the doctor kept trying to make me contract and dilate with tablets and a drip, it wasnt happening, after 3 days I was 1cm and eventually when the baby was getting stressed, they decided he should come out.
So, they do the section and my baby is covered in shit from head to toe, he was green, and they said he was the dirtiest baby they`d ever seen.
Five days later the community midwife comes to see me, takes one look at me and phones an ambulance, I had e.coli and streptococcus, which results in two operations to cut out all the infected flesh in my belly, 2 blood transfusions, so many collapsed veins that I had to have a line stitched into my neck and 18 tablets a day plus one daily injection to stop me getting a blood clot, and 6 weeks hooked up to a machine that drained the shit out of my gut.
I was in hospital for 12 days, while my baby was looked after by my 61 year old mother who was also trying to fit her job around being "a mother" to a newborn.
Last week I saw my surgeon again, as my wound still hasnt completely healed and she asked a health care assistant to take some blood from me, this woman was hovering in the background so heard the doctor going through all the shit thats happened since I had the baby.
So doctor leaves the room, and this woman tells me Im lucky to have my baby, cos as she put it " we get girls in here that have lost theirs" and when I said Im just finding it hard to forget what a nightmare the last 3 months have been, and not being with my baby while i was in hospital, watching him being taken away every evening, waking up and him not being there, and then not being able to pick him up for weeks cos I was attatched to and carrying around my venturi pump, she said, "the mothers of babies in special care can`t pick their babies up either" and suggested I get out for a walk in the sunshine to make me feel better.
Now, I cant imagine anything worse than losing a baby, and yes I am lucky mine is here, and happy and healthy, but does that mean I shouldnt feel a bit fucked off with the experience Ive had? Ive still got a small open wound that splits open if I lift anything to heavy, and bleeds when I clean it.
She just seemed at best, dismissive, and at worst, argumentative, and Im tempted to call my surgeon, (who has given me her number and told me to call her anytime if I want to speak to her again or if I need anything) and complain.
So, would you put up and shut up or not?