I'm sitting here bf my beautiful dd3 and I know I should be grateful we're both happy and healthy but I can't stop thinking about the birth.
I now have 4 dc. I had 3 straight forward, fast labours in hospital. No tears or any problems at all. So when I found out I was pg with dc4 all I wanted was a homebirth.
Everything was planned and prepared and I had a very supportive midwife. Went a few days overdue which had never happened before.
So on saturday morning I woke at 4am and was contracting fairly close together but not really painful. Rang dh who works nights and told him to get home. Called the midwife. Set up the living room just how I'd planned.
Everyone turned up and I gave birth at 6:10am to dd3. Dd1 was awake by then and she was brought downstairs to sex the baby as planned, dh cut the cord. Everything was perfect, she latched on and I was so happy.
I was given the injection to deliver the placenta but nothing. I was still contracting but the placenta would not budge. We tried everything to get it out but after an hour it became obvious that it was not going to happen.
So dd3 and I ended up in an ambulance and taken to hospital. Had to have an epidural, theatre, legs up in stirrups so they could remove the placenta manually.
We were stuck in hospital until 7pm when they eventually agreed to let me go armed with loads of iron tablets and injections for a week.
I just had to get it all out. When people ask me about the birth I tend to just mention the birth bit. I'm just totally gutted about what happened after, it wasn't supposed to be like that.
Thanks for listening!!