I'm not going to be very good at putting this into words...but:
I feel like the vast majority of my pregnancy and labour related interactions with HCPs had the net effect of knocking my self confidence to pieces.
I went into pregnancy as an independent reasonably self-confident intelligent woman. Now I am some sort of hollow shell of myself.
Some of this I lay at the door of the actual physical and emotional impact of the pregnancy and birth itself.
But the rest I blame on the NHS.
The whole attitude of midwives and HPCs to new mums to be is one of patronising condescension. A "yes you might think that but we know better". You are undermined at every turn. Told you are wrong and your instincts don't matter. Told what to eat, what to drink. Blamed for everything under the sun, (hyperemisis - well you are a bit over weight - yeah well actually that helps you idiots). You are treated like an idiot if you even question the standard tests, screens or processes during labour. If you ask what something is for, the answer is often along the lines of don't worry your pretty little head about it.
Then there is that whole, 'well of course you are feeling shit, have terrible pain, cannot walk, cannot sleep, cannot catch your breath after walking up 3 steps - your pregnant!' bullshit.
As if it somehow doesn't matter that your life is being ruined, or that this somehow mitigates the symptoms.
It is NOT okay to be throwing up dozens of times a day and not have the energy to get out of bed. It is NOT okay to not be able to walk more than a few steps for fear of SPD keeping you bed bound for the following week. It is NOT okay to be in crippling agony for so long that you can no longer speak or communicate in anyway except screaming.
No of these things magically become okay just because you are pregnant/in labour. They might not be exceptional...but that does NOT make them okay.
It is like a 9 month training program in 'shut up and do what we say' coupled with 'noone cares about how you feel or what pain you are in'.
People probably have no idea how many women have experienced shit care during pregnancy/labour and have never reported it...people are certainly mystified why noone actually complains about the Bounty women...the answer is that we have had every sense of self-possession and every sense of entitlement to respectful treatment thoroughly beaten out of us.
By the time the NHS are done with us WE are glad just to have gotten out alive with our babies...let alone anyone else thinking we should just be grateful.
They really do a total number on us from the word go.
Sorry this got epic...I wrote the below and hence don't want to delete it but don't read it unless you are very VERY bored.
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Some examples from my experience:
- Midwife basically tutting at me for being in hospital for hyperemesis and telling me that everyone gets sick and you just have to get on with it...
I asked if I was fit to discharge then and could she take out the drip, of course she said that wasn't up to her - too fucking right.
- I felt dizzy and faint after a shower at about 38 weeks and used a heart monitor to discover that the babies heart rate had hit 195. I phoned the maternity ward and they told me to come in so I did. They monitored me for a few hours while it returned to normal. The doctor that saw me basically said, 'yes well this is why we don't recommend people use these heart monitors at home'. I asked what she meant by that (which flustered her somewhat) and she said 'oh well some people get their own heart beat muddled up', I pointed out that I would have been even faster into the hospital if I had thought for one second that MY heart rate was 195 and kinda laughed in her face. I also pointed out that my PhD in experimental physics probably meant I was pretty competent to use a handheld ultra sound machine and I asked what I should do if I measured such a rate again. She said I should definitely come straight back in. But that I should just not measure it so I wouldn't have to come in....
- I had horrible horrible back pains at about 39 weeks to the point I was getting panicked and sick, and went in to hospital and basically got morphined up. This was great for me, but the baby went unresponsive for about 6 hours. They were on the verge of prepping for a C-section when she finally perked up and gave a bit of a kick. Because of this I wrote 'no opiates' on my birth plan. I got no end of shit about this during labour...why have you written this, what do you know about it, blah blah, blah. At one point a doctor asked in a very aggressive tone 'are you a medical doctor?' My husband jumped in with 'no, both of our PhD's are in physics' having chosen to interpret the question as interest in our titles (which it can't have been because they weren't on our notes) but it did finally shut him up.
- The thing with the stirrups I said earlier plus an interlude in which after a 4th round of break through pain and with pushing approaching I said I was going to need more power to the epidural if I was going to be able to push and the midwife basically refused to ask for the anaesthetist because everyone knows you can't push if you top up the epidural because you can't feel your legs....I point out that I have been at all times able to feel both legs and stomach muscles all the way through several top ups and the whole fucking problem is that the epidural is barely taking the edge off....this impasse was solved by the anaesthetist randomly showing up to check in on me and then telling the midwife to do one...
- being told that the best way forward was spinal block plus forceps....then the spinal block not working....and just screaming and screaming in pain. I remember the doctor saying 'oh for gods sake, just knock her out' and then telling me he would have to hold my throat to stop me being sick...and very little else. Did I consent to a GA? I have no clue. Was I in a state to give informed consent to anything? Would I have done if of sound mind - probably. When I woke up I was astonished that both I and the baby had survived. ASTONISHED. I was just so very glad it was over, it would never occur to me to either complain, or ever go back to the hospital again if I could possibly avoid it.