My son is almost 8 weeks old and just perfect. I completely adore him. He is my only dc.
However I am really struggling getting over how he came into the world. Here's my story, I'll try to keep this brief.
When I was 39 weeks pregnant I woke up and there was liquid trickling down my legs. I rang the delivery ward at 11am because the liquid was still coming out, slowly. They told me to go in and be examined. Midwife had me lie down for half an hour, while explaining about front and back waters and the differences in how they break and leak. After half an hour she examined me and said, no, waters haven't broken (I don't think) so go home.
Sunday came and I was still losing waters so husband and I went back in. A different midwife had me lie down for 2 hours and then examined me. She said they had definitely broken and they would take the break from Friday. So I had gone over 48 hours with broken waters. I was induced that night.
I was in established labour at 3pm Monday and moved into delivery. I decided to have the epidural as contractions started. The epidural went wrong and was agony getting it in. Once it was in it worked for about 2 hours then it moved and only worked on the right hand side. My left side had been baldy affected by SPD and I was in agony and terrified of the epidural going wrong again but had it replaced and it worked.
I was on the drip which had to be increased as not much was dilation. The drip made me sick every 20 minutes. By 3am they said I was ready to push. The epidural wore off and I was pushing. Baby wasn't moving. They put me in stirrups which moved my pelvis and damaged it even more, the pain from my SPD was preventing me from pushing. They made me keep going for 2 hours, then the doctor said they would do a vontoose (sp) in theatre. By this point I hadn't slept in 36 hours, had vomited a million times and my pelvis was in pieces. In theatre they tell me they are doing a forceps, which included an episiotomy without really consulting me. My son was born at 6:54 with the cord around his neck but he was breathing!! He was amazing and perfect.
I then had a major hemhorraege (sp!!). My son and husband were taken out of the room and the consultant was called because the doctor couldn't stop the bleed, turned out she had torn my cervix with the forceps.
My son was born with an infection (due to my waters being broken too long without labour starting) and was on neonatal special care for 5 days.
My recovery has been very slow, my pelvis is so out of alignment you can see it from standing and moving about is hard (i have a physio appointment coming up). The stitches etc were horrific and took weeks to heal (have just healed).
I am angry. Angry that that midwife didnt recognise my waters had broken which ultimately led to my son being born ill, his infection was in his spinal fluid. I have since found out that a suspected hind water break should have meant I was lying down for 2 hours min before being examined.
I have nightmares of when I was in theatre, on my own and all I could hear was 'major hem...can't find the source, get help". I thought I was going to die.
Am I over reacting? I am really struggling to get over this. Sorry this was so long!!!!