That on finding out I was pregnant with twins I was constantly told by the midwife that I would probably miscarry and that it was just one of those things. It put me in a state of panic for the whole pregnancy which then became full blown pnd post birth. I refused to sleep as I had to watch over the twins at all times in case they stopped breathing.
That I would go full term but that my body couldn’t cope with the weight of the twins so I would end up on crutches by 5 months unable to walk properly due to severe spd
That I would have to fight the consultant tooth and nail for a c-section and that on my notes I was branded hysterical.
That I would be violently sick after coming up from recovery due to shock.
That no matter how hard I tried I could not breastfeed. I remember it being the middle of the night after they had been born, I was delirious with pain and was being shouted at by the midwife for not breastfeeding.
That the following morning I got out of bed and was given a plastic jug to take to the shower and wee in. No one explained I would basically piss blood and I thought I was dying
That the aftercare is absolutely fucking horrendous and was the worst four days I have ever spent in hospital. I have never felt so belittled and not listened too.
That it would take me 3-4 years to come to terms with the pregnancy/birth and aftercare and accept that I did the best I could.
That the actual c-section itself was fantastic, with an amazing surgical team.