I had dc2 3 weeks ago by emcs. I have posted about elsewhere on here but basically it was slightly traumatic. Up until 37 weeks I was told I had placenta praevia and that I would need a cs, then they said it had moved at the 11th hour so I could wait to go into labour.
When I was 39 weeks I woke up at 1am with really heavy bleeding, as in huge clots falling out of me. I walked across the bedroom to out ensuite which resulted in a big trail of blood all over our bedroom carpet.
I woke dh and his immediate (and I mean immediate) reaction was to start a scrubbing the carpet. I asked him to go downstairs to get my maternity notes so that I could ring the ward and he seemed a bit irritated that he had to briefly stop cleaning the carpet and get them for me.
I have joked about it since, and on some ways I can understand his reaction as he is a v practical person just wanted to do something useful, but now looking back I can't help looking at him sometimes thinking 'I was heammoraging and all you cared about was the carpet'. He is generally v supportive and lovely, but for some reason this is playing on my mind.