What's the scariest moment of your life?

[Lonelydaisy]

Following on from a thread I read earlier..

What's the most scariest life event you've been through?

Mine would be a stroke at 25 years old.

Firstly , watching my DF scream with pain in hospital shortly before he died as he woke up in agony and the staff couldn't administer morphine as there was no consultant about to approve it . A friend of my sil who was a nurse at the hospital and who was on a day off had to chase the consultants from home by phoning the departments they were in to get them to approve urgently . I never saw someone in so much pain
Secondly a few years later, watching my DH struggling to breathe due to fluid on his heart and in his lungs , as he was in the final stages of his struggle with Bowel cancer . The last communication I had with him was when I asked him to squeeze my hand once if he was in pain and twice if he was panicking about the breathing . He squeezed it twice .Thankfully more morphine was given and he became no longer aware and died shortly afterwards.

@GADDay

Stuck in the back of a small car. Age 17. My then friend/crush suffered BPD.

He threatened to shoot himself. I thought he was bluffing. He wasnt. He shot himself in the head with a Magnum 457 in a very confined space. The noise was horrendous, the smell terrible, the sound of bleeding (a bit like a tap running) was horrifying. He died.

I shook with sheer shock and fear and suffered ptsd and hearing issues for many years after.

I was so terrified I felt like I was not in my own body.

I am so lucky that I literally cannot imagine how awful that must have been, not only at the time, but every time you remember it. I truly hope that you've been able to rebuild yourself after witnessing that.

Jeez! Mine sounds like nothing compared with some of y'all's horrors!

Mine has to be being 6 weeks pregnant with my first baby, and feeling faint (I've never in my life passed out before) and stumbling through the kitchen to get to the lounge where I was gonna try to lay down, but slipped in the kitchen, hitting my head off of the counter and slowly feeling myself pass out from the blood loss believing my husband was going to be home from work much later and would probably find me dead on the floor, luckily he got sent home from work early and was actually home a few minutes after I passed out and was able to apply pressure and call an ambulance.

Finding out I had twins blood clots, one in each lung. Caught them early enough to treat but jesus...

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Trying to resuscitate my mother when I found her in bed, not breathing and with no pulse, an hour after I had refilled her lucozade and left her to sleep as she had a heavy cold and needed some rest.

Sadly she didn't make it but I think she would have been proud of me nevertheless.

Being followed late at night.

Crossed the road and thought if he follows me over the road then I'll really panic. He didn't and I thought I'd just been silly, but then someone shouted from one of the flats over the road and asked if I was alright as he had seen me be followed all the way down the road.

It's the most scared I've ever felt, but I also went into fight mode, and thought very logically about how to get out of the situation of that makes sense. I remember calling my flat mate at the time and speaking loudly into the phone to say I would be home soon .

When my 3 day old baby fell out of his pram whilst on his first ever walk with DH. And the police arrested DH on suspicion of GBH. There was a period of about 35 minutes where I didn't know what had happened and if my baby was dead or alive. It was a complete accident caused by attaching the adapters wrong due to sleep deprivation. Baby was absolutely fine bar a scrape on his nose and police thankfully saw sense and released DH about 8 hours later but the 90 minutes in between finding out what had happened and holding my baby in my arms was the worst of my life. I have PTSD. He is a happy smiley 6 month old now but I still have flashbacks.

Being lost in the Canadian remote area alone at night with no phone signal in a car running low on fuel. How I managed to find my way to a main road I'll never know.

When dts were born with an AGPAR of 1 at 31 weeks following TTTS and laser ablation.

I nearly died from an APH.

We all survived and have flourished fifteen years later.

My ex grabbed me by the throat and threw me back against the wall/bed. I still have nightmares about hearing my own strangled scream.
I now have to see him publicly lauded as some sort of troubled artistic genius. Spoiler alert... he isn't, he's just a sociopathic manipulative abusive arsehole.

It's a toss up. Seeing DC falling out of a tree and smack into the group then start screaming. He broke his arm.

DH screaming and throwing things, not at anyone. It was scary how angry he was.

When my ex husband was strangling me and my breathing was going and his fave transformed into something else. I was convinced it was the end.

When I had dd2 and knew I wasn't making it to the hospital as labour came on within minutes and the 999 call handler was trying to talk dh through to deliver her, but paramedics made it and then they said the cord was round her neck so my 1st words about my new baby was asking if it was alive.

*his face

Being in an armed robbery. Had a loaded shotgun shoved into my stomach.

He didn’t need to threaten me, I wasn’t going to argue with him, it wasn’t my money he was taking.

@Primrosefields

Two involving our dd. First, I had pneumonia at 7 months pregnant and was told that my dd would either be dead or brain dead due to how little oxygen I had. Amazingly, my oxygen levels were so low because the oxygen I did have was being passed on to my baby by my body to protect her. She was born full term perfectly healthy.

Second was when dd was 8 weeks and had sepsis. We were told to phone our family and priest as she wouldn't make it through the night. I didn't make the calls. She finally turned a corner when I put the tv on and she heard the music. She opened her eyes and started fighting back.
She is our perfect little girl now with no side effects who doesn't stop singing and dancing. She is our fighter and she amazes me every day.

I was 18 months old and had TB Meningitis, my parents were told the same. They did get the priest (catholic), my father got me to react by flicking a lighter he had that had a horse on it, apparently I loved it and I reacted.

Definitely a flight, I think my daughter and I were flying over the Atlantic. We both woke up and grabbed hands because the plane was falling, it seemed to go on forever - then it started really, really shuddering. The captain came on and said we were travelling through 'excessive turbulence', to belt up and remain seated. The cabin crew looked so nervous for the remainder of the journey, we all cheered when we landed.

This is nothing compared to the rest of this thread.

Last year DP and I were on the motorway at about 10pm on our way back from holiday when there were those thunderstorms across the whole U.K and we had our cat in a carrier in the back. It began raining absolutely torrentially; I’ve never seen rain like it, or maybe just not when I’ve been inside a car.

It was dark and we couldn’t see anything - just vague lights of the car in front blurring and disappearing every few seconds. It was just black all around. The cars around us slowed down to 10mph and the hard shoulder was full of lorries that had pulled over. DP was leaned forwards, inches from the windscreen which was steaming up as I tried desperately to wipe it clear.

I was absolutely terrified, thinking about that pile up that happened when the fog mixed with firework smoke and cars couldn’t see that the ones in front had stopped so just ploughed into them.

The car in front of us stopped completely and DP just said “we can’t stop - someone will hit us” and he somehow managed to pull out safely into the lane next to us and overtake slowly. I was just waiting for the impact.

I was so shaken I made him pull off at the next junction and take A and B roads all the way home. It doesn’t sound like much but it was the enveloping darkness, the deafening sound of the rain and the absolute lack of visibility, just the tail lights of the car in front that kept disappearing in the rain… I felt each second pass incredibly slowly. Can’t believe how calm DP was - I really thought we would crash. I still get anxious on the motorway when it rains.

My dad was abusive and more than once during an argument with my mum, he pointed a knife to her throat. The first time I was terrified he was going to kill her. The second time I was a bit older and I remember feeling relief that I wouldn’t allow him to kill her, because I knew I’d be able to step in and defend her.

Back to back labour with DS1 and pushed for over 4 hours. They only stepped in when they lost his heartbeat. I was still very upset when he was born and didn’t cry. He was absolutely fine after resuscitation but that image of a blue/purple coughing baby being placed on me won’t ever leave me.

My second pregnancy ended in a miscarriage. Luckily I was already in a hospital because it happened the day of my 12 week scan. I hemorrhaged, I didn’t know what was normal or not but I kept passing huge clots and passed out because they couldn’t stop the bleeding. I remember thinking “all this fuss for a first trimester miscarriage”. I think it was such a shock because I’d assumed early miscarriages we’re comparable to a heavy period.

@RaindropsOnRosie

My SIL and her baby died in childbirth. I was her birth partner and just before her contractions started she said she felt something wasn't right, she described it as 'impending doom'. She screamed when the baby was born blue and not breathing, and she started hemorrhaging. She was taken away for emergency surgery and the midwife asked me if I wanted to hold the baby, as it was unlikely SIL would be able to anytime soon. She was lovely, stayed with us until we were told SIL hadn't made it. The midwife held us both for hours- long past when her shift ended.

Oh my goodness, I've no words.

There are some incredibly strong women on here.
I have a couple from the last few years.

16 weeks pregnant with my second and my waters went. Started having contractions and headed to a&e. They told us to sit down and someone would be along soon. I went to the toilet and while in there I felt something fall out. Turned to look and there was nothing there. Looked down and baby was half out. I went into instant shock, mainly because of how formed he was. I assumed he would still be a tiny, non recognisable form but I could see toes. Managed to make it back to the reception where I explained through lots of tears and they found us a side room while I gave birth to the rest of him.

Waters went at 32 weeks with DS2. A two day drama ensued of being told I could go home, then rushed to theatre only for them to stop at the last minute, multiple injections and constant monitoring. He was born very quickly and the drs had to work on him for an hour as they couldn’t get him ventilated. Longest hour of my life. A month in the NICU and he was home. A rocky few months but he is now a perfect almost 2 year old.

The latest one was seeing my mum have three successive seizures in front of me and my boys. She went off in an ambulance as I followed and I was convinced she would be dead by the time I got there. She’s doing brilliantly now.

When DD was wheeled off to NICU with breathing problems and I couldn't go with her as they were still sewing up my shredded pelvic floor. I remember vividly shouting to DH to go with her as he didn't want to leave me. The worst moments of my life thinking she was going to die. She's fine now, asleep next to me :)

Getting hit by a drunk driver when I was 13 years old. He was a middle aged guy who apparently had been out for a work lunch , and decided to overtake the cars that had stopped at the zebra crossing for me and my friend . My most vivid memory and I still get it when I least expect it , is coming to laying on the road in the pouring rain , screaming as I looked into the dead eyes of my best friend . We were 13.

• EMCS for cord prolapse with my dd...I'd been in Labour for 12 hours and pushing for 5 hrs ,so they'd tried a forceps delivery when the cord prolapsed...can remember being wheeled along to theatre with the poor midwife with her hand up my birth canal , stopping my babies head from pressing on the cord and preventing her suffocating. I just remember the anaesthetist asking if I had any crowns on my teeth before I was intubated My poor husband was left alone in the corridor , not knowing if his wife and daughter were going to make it Thankfully she survived although needed to be resuscitated at birth and needed a few days in PICU ( she was monitored for brain damage, but was ok - although does have some learning difficulties) .... I still have flashbacks 27 years later and can't use body shop pink grapefruit soap as it brings back memories of that time ....thankfully the hospital has now been demolished*

This story is so similar to mine. My dd was fortunately absolutely fine and didn't need NICU but it was a terrifying experience. I thought I was going to lose my baby and not make it back to my eldest daughter.

Also forgot to add when dd1 had a febrile convulsion and we had no idea what had happened. I had returned from working away at 5am and went to see her, dh said not to but when I did she had been sick all over her cot. So he let me sleep in obviously and got her up and yet from upstairs I heard her being sick again, so came downstairs after 3hrs sleep.

I am terrified of something happening like this with dd2