My last thoughts... "they're going to stop this and I'll go to term and not lose another baby" then when the doctor said "we need this baby out now" "I'm losing another baby!!!" then as I was lying in theatre listening to the anaesthatist who told me to concentrate on him and ignore everyone else, he told me that he would warn me before he started putting me under and then I'd feel him press on my throat, then he pressed on my throat without warning (no idea why!) which panicked me, when he put the mask over my face I panicked because I couldn't breathe through it (if you're used to a rebreather mask that doesn't seal your face and never been put under it's quite scary) so more panicking.
Then I heard Mum's voice, could feel her sitting on my bed next to me, and couldn't figure out what she was doing in my room! "You have a little girl" [I know I'm having a girl, what are you doing in my room?] "She has blonde hair and blue eyes" [huh? what?] "and is breathing for herself, they've just taken her down to the neonatal unit to look after" without opening my eyes, which still wouldn't respond "Can I see her?"
After 5 hours of "Can I see her?" "No, you need to have a wash first" "Can I see her?" "No, you need to eat some toast first" (I've just had a general!) "Can I see her?" "No, she's just having some xrays" they finally pushed my bed into ICU. As I waited for the staff to come into the room and show me my baby I went around the room in my head "No, that one's too big, that one's blue, that one has parents, that one is black... ok so which one is mine?" Mine was the one who was too big. She was clean, semi-dressed and covered in wires and tubes. I didn't believe them. She was too big! She was 4lb 2oz at 31 weeks, I expected a little scrap like whichever the latest soap horror story. Not my baby. No, my baby is dead and they want me to look after this one.
Yes, I'm selfish; my baby, my birth are commodities; I care more about my birth experience than the health of my baby. What a horrible mother I am.