DS has a fever, a sore throat and a cough. Am managing not to run around shrieking 'The PLAGUE! The piggy plague is upon us!' but it's a near thing. He's currently asleep, having spent the morning esconced like a tiny wheezing emperor on the couch with (forbidden) Thomas the Tank Engine movies and (forbidden) juice to drink. He's not really interested in eating, but the juice seems to be going down ok.
I went to the hospital this morning, to discuss DS's birth and my options for this birth. The consultant was discussing my hospital notes from that birth, and honestly, I felt as if I'd fallen down the rabbit hole - according to my notes, I was officially in labour for all of FIVE HOURS. This was certainly news to DH and me, who had to pay for eighteen hours worth of hospital parking (and my waters broke six hours before I got to the hospital). Given that I was at 10 cm by 6 am (when I insisted that they do an internal) and DS was born at 10.30, that makes the second stage of labour alone a grand total of four and a half hours.
My guess: they were badly understaffed, and left me in the pre-labour ward until I was at 8 cm because that way, they could leave me alone and unattended. Then they moved me to the labour ward, and the 'official' stats on the paperwork reflect the time when they finally moved me to the labour ward ie. the point when I was already in transition.
Also, apparently I DIDN'T haemorrhage in the third stage. I have no clue why they were arguing over the top of me about whether or not to give me a transfusion, and what the fun bimanual uterine massage was for, then (and the hospital records don't show why he was scraping around with metal instruments inside me, either. Some sort of gynaecological treasure hunt? Your guess is as good as mine.)
Honestly, I am just so ANGRY. The only question which the consultant answered satisfactorily was whether or not it's possible to do an instrumental birth on someone suffering SPD without putting them in stirrups (apparently not). So, SPD girls, when your community midwife says reassuringly that they won't be yanking your legs wide apart, that only holds true if you don't need ventouse or forceps.
I suppose now I know why they refer to 'doctoring' notes - it's because doctors do it.