Really hope you’re home now OP. I was honestly so traumatised by my experience with my first, I know it contributed hugely to the crippling PND I suffered afterwards.
I was in to bed induced - on the induction ward the midwife in charge was horrible. She was really nasty when I showed discomfort at having the pessary inserted (maybe if she hadn’t shoved it so roughly up there with no warning I might not have cried out in pain).
Then an hour later she didn’t believe I was in active labour so refused to examine me, as she said it wouldn’t start that quickly, so I was left writhing in agony with no pain relief, trying desperately to keep from crying out because the young couple in the next bed were sitting laughing at me. My husband went to see if I could have pain relief and was tutted at, whilst the midwives were busy discussing their holiday plans. It was only when another lovely midwife came on shift that I was examined and then whisked straight off to delivery.
After the birth I was taken to a ward with lots of other ladies. Late at night, a clearly very troubled young woman had to be forcefully sedated as she was screaming that she was going to kill her baby. I can still hear the anguish in her voice to this day.
At this point, my husband and I decided we were paying for a side room. In many ways, this was much better but it did mean I was essentially forgotten about. I was so desperate for my filthy bedsheets to be changed (whilst I could hear the staff outside passing round slices of cake that one of them had made) that I ended up stripping it myself, presenting the dirty sheets at the midwife station and asking if I could have some clean ones to change the bed. At least at this point, one of them had the good grace to look ashamed and came running to change it for me. I’d been asking for hours prior to this as I was worried about infection and was also embarrassed at visitors seeing.
Finally, in the week I was there, my room was only cleaned once. The rest of the time, I had to do a DIY job, wiping the bathroom floor with towels etc.
I really wish I’d complained at the time but I was so traumatised and severely ill with PND that I didn’t have it in me. I almost didn’t have a second baby (thankfully had a great experience this time round) and there’s definitely a much bigger age gap between the two of them than there otherwise might have been.
💐 to all you ladies who had a shit time