(have copied this from an old thread!)
I was taken into hospital at my 39 week check with slightly raised blood pressure. They kept me there for a week and monitored me, it went back down and all was fine. At 40 weeks they decided to induce me for a combination of reasons. Stupidly, I thought this meant that I would have a baby within the next couple of days!
5 doses of prostin later, nothing. They were so understaffed that they wouldn't give me the prostin in consecutive doses, but one dose a day (in case I overstimulated and they had no-one to deal with it). After 5 days I got fed up and went home. Came back in a couple of days later and they tried again to no avail. Finally I dilated sufficiently for them to give me an A.R.M, so I had an epidural and they did. Put me on the syntocinin (?sp) drip for 12 hours and although the monitor said I was having contractions, I didn't progress.
They then said that I should go for an emergency caeserian, which had been the plan all along if labour did not progress.
The caeser was fine, Louisa was born healthy and weighing 8lb 15oz, screamed her lungs out as soon as she was born!
As they were stitching me up, I noticed that my husband had gone rather pale and they asked him to leave the theatre. I looked up and the cloth that they hang in front of you was covered in blood. They told me I was having a post partum haemmorage and that they were going back in to try and stop it. I then lay there for 2.5 hours with them running around and screaming (literally) down the phone for more blood, during which time I was shivering uncontrollably and biting my lips, which took a couple of weeks to heal up.
After 2.5 hours they said that they were going to have to give me a general anaesthetic and that I had to sign a consent form to say that they could perform a hysterectomy - this was my first child so I was understandably reluctant, but of course signed it.
So after a 9 hour general anaesthetic I woke up in intensive care on a ventilator surrounded by my family. I had had a 10 litre blood transfusion, it had just kept going in one end and out the other for hours and hours....(hence my name on mumsnet!) I was in there for a day and then in HDU for 2 days and nights. I was on morphine for 5 days and couldn't even hold Louisa let alone feed her for 3 days.
My husband was deeply traumatised, (definte PTSD), he had been convinced that I was going to die, they came down at one point when he was standing outside the hospital and the doors were on a delay as it was the middle of the night. He said the Senior Reg was standing on the other side of this glass door staring at him and he knew then that I was dead. In fact she had come down to tell him that his parents had phoned and were on their way.
We both still feel that what should have been the happiest day of our lives was in fact the worst, however we are so delighted with our beautiful daughter that we are considering going through it all again soon. We got through it by talking about it and crying a lot together. In a way it has made us much closer, we have realised how much we love each other and how precious life is.
Fortunately I had no birth plan as I figured that was a recipe for disappointment. I do still cry about it, in fact I had coffee with PPH yesterday and was snivelling a bit I think it's normal to feel traumatised after a dodgy birth, your expectations are so high and it is invariably a disappointment IME.
My dd is now 2, these feelings are receding but still very much there. Quite honestly I just feel lucky to be alive and to have a healthy dd!