Sorry to hear you're feeling down Disney, I hope you manage to speak to a professional and get some help.
I keep meaning to tell my birth story since I'd like to get it off my chest a bit. We went into hospital on Sunday 13th July because I hadn't felt Meda move for a while. As soon as they put on the monitoring equipment she started to kick it off but my BP was high. After monitoring us both for a while, they decided to induce because of the BP. They gave me one pessary at midnight, sent DH home, and then woke me up at 6am to give me another pessary. Contractions started around 10am, and I was moved into the labour ward at about 1pm. They broke my waters for me and let me off the monitoring equipment so I could move around. Unfortunately, the waters were green so I had to be strapped down again in case the baby was in distress. They also put me on syntocin. Contractions started to get very painful, although I was managing them with TENS and entonox. Around 7pm or so, the contractions were becoming unbearable and I was starting to black out between them (mostly because of the entonox I think). The doctor came in and told me I needed to have an epidural because the syntocin was making contractions so painful and I wasn't at all dilated. The epidural was a godsend and kept me sane throughout the night, along with my very fab MW. By 4am, I was 5cm dilated finally and contractions were starting to break through the epidural. Eventually they examined me to say that I was fully dilated at 8am. Around about 9am, I wanted to push so got on with it, and Meda was born at 9.09am. The placenta followed very quickly.
Fast second stage left me with a third degree tear to the perineum, two tears up the side and a labial graze so I had to have a spinal block and surgery to get repaired. All the support on the labour ward, including the surgical team, was great.
Post-natal care was absolutely appalling. I was left in blood soaked sheets all night (bed bound because of catheter and anaesthetic) and unable to do much baby care. DH had been sent home so it was a horrible night, with no breastfeeding support at all.
We were due to go to the local unit the next day and got discharged - car packed and everything, only for the MWs to suddenly refuse and tell me that the unit didn't want me because I wasn't breastfeeding properly (we were going to the unit for breastfeeding support ). I got pretty depressed because another night in the hospital was awful. No sleep at all, and zero support. I developed bedsores from not being able to move for so long and it took ages to even get painkillers. We went home the next day, still struggling with breastfeeding and eventually called the unit for support. They told us that they had never said they didn't want me and were just told that I didn't want to go so God knows what the hospital were playing at. The unit has been fantastic since, and I was readmitted yesterday for a night to help with the breastfeeding. She's still not latching on but she's getting there and the expressing is fine for top-ups in the meantime.
Phew! Sorry for the long post, but just wanted to talk my way through it.
Good luck to everyone who's still waiting - sending positive labour vibes.
Looking forward to hearing from Pigley!