@PanamaPattie I completely agree with you there. Doesn’t matter that my midwife was a cunt who refused to give me pain relief other than gas and air, doesn’t matter that she forced me to lie on the bed constantly, doesn’t matter that repeatedly ignored me begging for a Doctor as something didn’t feel right, doesn’t matter that I endured rotational forceps without an epidural whilst being pinned to the bed with the midwife screaming at me “to stop moving” (sorry hun I’m being dragged off the bed by the force the Doctor is using), doesn’t matter that I had 47 stitches, that they had to go back in and restitch me, doesn’t matter that I was anally incontinent for a year, doesn’t matter that I was so traumatised by the birth that I have PTSD, doesn’t matter that my DS is fucking BLIND in one eye due to the forceps, doesnt matter that the room was a blood bath, doesn’t matter that my mother needed therapy after witnessing it all, doesn’t matter that the midwife forced me to push for FOUR HOURS before getting help, doesn’t matter that subsequently the midwife was sacked, or that the student midwife I had was also traumatised by it, or that the Doctor said if the midwife had done her fucking job and listened to me, then he would have been able to do an emergency but calm c-section 5 hours prior to the forceps.
Doesn’t matter that. None of it does.
Because he’s alive so it’s okay, right?