I don't seem to be able to shake the feeling of disappointment and thought it might be cathartic to type my experience out here.
When I had my first baby I was induced early. It was fast and intense and painful but I was left feeling so proud of myself, walking around on cloud 9 for weeks afterwards. I also held the midwife in some goddess-like status since she was so lovely and did everything she could to adhere to my birth plan.
Fast forward to last week when I had my second baby and I have none of those feelings, I just feel disappointed. I had none of the BP or growth issues throughout this pregnancy that I had with my first, so assumed that I'd not need to be induced.
I planned a water birth, in a different hospital to where I had my 1st baby. This baby was overdue by 10/11 days. At one point induction was talked about and that upset me but then my community midwife assured me the hospital still allowed a water birth provided induction was done by ARM or the gel pessaries.
My community midwife had also told me that if I did not get the birthing pool or the 'home from home' room and ended up in one of the more clinical rooms, I could rearrange the room, put the mattress on the floor, push the bed out the way and use bean bags and birthing balls.
So, there was never ever a reason for me to suspect I'd end up stuck on the hospital bed. But that's what happened.
I went into labour at 11:30pm and rang the hospital at 2am wondering if I should go in. Contractions were 5 minutes apart. The midwife stalled me and said to have 2 paracetamol and a bath and wait an hour. By 2:45 contractions were 3 minutes apart and so we headed in for 3am.
By the time I got into a delivery room, contractions were 2 minutes apart. It took 20 minutes for a midwife to come to the delivery room. Me and DH were left alone all that time. I had to keep sending DH out to ask when I'd be checked and contractions were then one minute apart.
The midwife came and she was frosty from the start. I had to get on the bed to be checked, of course, and the midwife declared me 6cm. I got the entonox but contractions were coming one on top of each other and there was no way for me to communicate anything with the midwife... I did not take that mouth piece out of my mouth.
DH mentioned that we'd wanted the birthing pool. The midwife said she thought it was in use. Well, what were the odds of that when they have less than 2 water births per week?! The midwife added "Anyway, it is round the corner so I would not be able to check on you easily"
I'm guessing the water pool room was free really. The 'home from home room' was also round the corner and we weren't offered that. It was made pretty clear I was staying there. We found out afterwards that 3 of us delivered babies within 10 minutes of each other. We think there were only two midwives between the three of us. The midwife kept leaving us. There was no encouragement from her and no warmth. DH had to go out and chase up water for me, he had to help me change position and move pillows and try to hear what I wanted between contractions. I don't think she even skim read my birth plan.
She was extremely curt and condescending. She may have been having an off day, she may have been irritated that the labour ward was caught off guard with 3 fast labouring women arriving at once, but none of that is my fault and I did not deserve to be treated like I was an inconvenience.
She told me off for using too much gas and air "Leave the gas and air and just push into your bottom" I was really scared of pushing as it hurt so much last time and I told her that. Words of encouragement might have been nicer rather than being told off like a naughty school girl.
She was irritated that I did not want continual monitoring "Well, I'll have to listen in every 15 minutes!" said curtly.
After my gorgeous baby was delivered I felt very cold and exposed. I was quite uncovered on the bed and no attempts were made to make me comfortable. None of the lovely hormones or adrenalin kicked in like it did the instant my 1st baby was delivered and I was still having painful contractions. When she checked me I'd torn again and she didn't let me use the gas and air whilst she stitched me - still quite uncovered.
When this baby did not suckle at my breast instantly (which I did not see need to stress about), she was one of those people who grabbed my boob, uninvited, and tried to get it in the baby's mouth. I sat there getting so stressed and hot and irritated but couldn't find the words to tell her to go away and leave us in peace.
My DD is gorgeous and so healthy, I feel so blessed. And I know there was nothing physically traumatic about her delivery into the world but it has left me feeling so disappointed. The midwife was there in body but she was not there in spirit and I feel she ruined what should have been a great experience.
I'm not sure how to make myself feel better about it.