I had DS (my second baby) 8 weeks ago.
When my older DD was born I had a lovely calm HB with absolutely no complications, and just assumed that I would go on to have any future babies at home too. However, DS was overdue and I ended up agreeing to induction at 43 weeks. I agonised for days about what to do for the best (numerous threads on here!), I was so scared of the induction and having to be in hospital.
I was induced with prostaglandin pessary, it took 12 hours for labour to be established, then DS's heart rate started dropping dramatically so my waters were broken. I then went from 5cm to 10cm in an hour with just gas and air, spent 90 minutes pushing, and then his shoulders got stuck, my contractions just stopped, I couldn't push him out. They got him out with McRobert's manouevre and he was fine, good apgar score, and 9lb 15oz. I wanted physiological third stage but didn't stop bleeding, was still in pain, shaky, feeling sick, this went on for half an hour until I decided to have syntometrine. Still didn't stop bleeding or shaking, was about to be put on a drip, when they managed to stop it with uterine massage. Went home in the morning morning (he was born at 2.30am), they wanted me to stay but I couldn't bear to be there another moment.
Now it doesn't sound that bad, and physically we are both unscathed, but it has affected me so badly. I cannot think about it without crying, in fact I am crying about it at least daily even 8 weeks on.
I was so scared - I thought one of us was going to die. DS because of his heart rate dropping so often and because every single HCP we saw in the hospital was so appalled at how late he was. The consultant demanded to know "why I'd let this go on so long?" and told me the waters would be full of meconium (luckily they were clear when broken) and that he expected he'd be called to do a section on me within the hour. Me because of the pain... nothing like what I had coped with so well when my DD was born. His head (on the 98th centile for a 42 week baby!) ground against my bones every inch of the way down.
I didn't think I could do it. I never doubted myself when DD was born but this time, I really thought I couldn't do it. I was so so scared.
I cannot bear DP to come near me now. All I can see in my head when he kisses or touches me is all those different people messing about inside me. I know it is ridiculous because they were all trying to help me and DS but I feel violated by all those hands.
I cannot get the whole thing out of my head. It just goes round and round in there, I feel as though my body let me and DS down so badly by not going into labour, the flashbacks to it are getting more frequent and more upsetting rather than fading away.
How do you get over it? Does it get better?