Pre-birth - met a range of mostly lovely midwives (it was the male consultant I ended up complaining about, but a long story!), but wish there had been some consistency of care as I think I only saw the same midwife twice and I had a fair few appointments!
Birth - I had an induction, cervical gel, went into hospital and had the gel inserted at 10am and was in labour by 6pm. The midwife with me was incredible, stayed by my side, supportive and kind, as was the second one on the shift change who I felt a real connection with and was so compassionate. She was with me as a laboured through the night, helped me to avoid too much monitoring and get into different positions etc. I had the epidural at about 5cm (the oxytocin drip made everything more painful!).
The next day, the first midwife was on shift again and back with me. I laboured in total for 24 hours before pushing for 2 hours. Then they realised my baby's head wasn't coming out in the correct position.
By this point I hadn't slept or eaten for pretty much 24 hours, was quite delirious and has to have antibiotics and IV fluids as I was running a high temp and the baby's head was pressuring my bladder so much there was no urine output.
After two hours of pushing, my epidural started to be ineffective across the pelvis, although couldn't feel contractions in stomach, but was in excruciating pelvic pain.
I then went to theatre for a forceps delivery. Two docs tried to manually turn baby, no joy. Had epidural top up for c section but still had sensation. I had no idea what was happening and was so confused. Had to sign something to say I would have a hysterectomy if necessary and blood transfusions. Don't know how I signed it! Because I could still feel just a light tap on my abdomen, I was put under general which I resisted deliriously.
Ended up having a massive PPH, multiple blood transfusions and kidney damage, along with a 40.8 temperature. Woke up in ICU hours after my baby was delivered with no idea where baby was or if it had survived, covered in bags of ice and in agony trying to cough after being ventilated. Because of the ice and my confusion and morphine I thought I was dead in the morgue.
I met my baby the following day. I have PND and PTSD.
When I was moved to postnatal there were some brilliant midwives. I wish someone had warned me though that being bedridden would make your hair completely matted. I also wish I'd had more help with personal care as I was really immobile and had to ask multiple times for someone to wash me or wheel me to a shower.
I struggled with baby and exhaustion at night.
I asked one midwife to help me sit up and she refused as I had to learn to do it myself.
A little more of the nursing style care was needed postnatally.
Also I really don't think women should be left to labour so long. It can be a real factor in haemorrhage I believe, especially with induction. My baby was also just shy of 10lbs (I'm 5 foot 4!). I'd been told to expect an 8lb-er and should've received more than one growth scan due to fundal height measurements on the 97th percentile, but kept getting told it'd be fine/baby wouldn't be that big/because I didn't have gestational diabetes I didn't need any more!