Hi everyone. I've read through the thread so far and must say I think it is a great idea - so many people have had to face such horrors in isolation, and by sharing with people who understand hopefully we can all feel stronger.
I'm 11 weeks pg with my second, and am really not sure how I feel at the moment. This pg was planned, and we would have ttc earlier but wanted to be more sure I was feeling positive about birth, but now the reality of pg has hit home I think I've taken a few steps backwards.
There are so many parts of my story that might have caused trauma, that I'm really not sure what to mention and what to leave out, and I've analysed it over and over for 20 months now!
My contractions started at 5.30pm on dd's due date. They were every ten minutes, and really not too painful, but in my naivety I thought I'd be better off getting to hospital, and eventually got there at 9pm. I was examined, only 1cm, so came home. Through the night the contractions became more painful, and I got no sleep. Finally went in again at 3am. At this point I was in a small comfortable room in a mw-led unit, and was coping with the pain with breathing. I was using a birthing ball, and the general mood was good - I was hopeful of meeting my lo soon, coping well with the pain etc.
This all changed when there was a change of shift and a new mw examined me. She panicked. She strapped me to a monitor for half an hour concerned about my bp (which was ok), then said she thought the baby was breech and I'd have to be transferred where my waters could be broken in a controlled way, and I might possibly have an E-CS.
I was crying at this point as they loaded me onto the stretcher, and put me in the ambulance. Dh had to follow behind in his car, and I was most afraid of arriving at hospital without him, and having a general anaesthetic and CS without him being there.
When I got there the scan revealed dd wasn't breech. The consultant broke my waters which was horrific - I was scrabbling up the bed in an attempt to get away from him and wailing like an animal, it was excruciating. I was then given drip/syntocin, and the contractions started doubling up. I lost it at this point, and was utterly terrified of the pain, and begged for an epidural. Anaeth. wasn't available so I had two shots of pethidine over the next few hours, then eventually had an epidural at about 3pm. Then there was calm while they waited for my cervix to dilate. Every four hours I was inspected, there was a remaining 'ridge' so it seemed to go on an on. At midnight they told me I was dilated and would need to wait for the epidural to wear off ready to push. I was petrified of the pain returning, so know that I was not ready to push at all but said I was in desperation. I was told pretty bluntly that my pushing wasn't good enough, and that I only had an hour to push. I honestly pushed like my life depended on it - my lungs hurt, and I felt like I was going to explode, but it didn't seem to have any effect. Eventually after an hour and fifteen minutes of pushing like my life depended on it they gave me an episiotomy, put my legs in stirrups and used the ventouse to literally yank dd out. She was stuck fast (shoulder dystocia) but with forceful pulling was released. I suffered a pph, and was stitched up. Dd didn't cry to begin with - she was blue - but came around quickly and I bf her. There was no feeling of elation - just shaky terror.
A nurse took me in a wheelchair to have a shower but I couldn't stand up. I just slumped in the corner and she passed soap through the curtain to me, covered in blood.
I was wheeled to the ward at 4am, and dh had to go home. I was put on the bed, and was hungry having not eaten for 32 hours, and still frightened. The word that was going around in my head was 'brutalised' as I lay in terror looking at dd. She fed for another half an hour or so, but I had to ask for a mw to lift her up because I coudln't move.
The next morning I still couldn't move. I was frightened I'd been paralysed by the epidural. A burly mw came and told me that I'd have to get up and walk around or I'd get a DVT. I was crying pathetically that I couldn't. I simply couldn't move. She bullied me out of bed and slumped me in an armchair to change my pad, then pushed me back into bed.
The day continued like this, and the next day I had to 'prove' that I could walk before they would allow me to be transferred back to the mw-led unit. Dh had to take me and dd in the car, and I had to walk from the car park all the way to the maternity unit. After that, I couldn't walk again. The mw's there tried to help me bf, and told me off for getting up to feed in the armchair at night. I couldn't feed lying down, as I couldn't lie on my side. In fact, I couldn't lie in bed at all. On day three a mw listened to me as I explained this, and diagnosed SPD. I was given appropriate pain relief and crutches, and I realised that the pain I had repeatedly told my mw about that had prevented me from sleeping for the last four months had been SPD.
I returned home feeling 'broken'. I couldn't lift dd for weeks, and was unable to walk properly for months. I started seeing a chiropractor 12 months after her birth, and physically felt much better before ttc #2. I also reviewed my notes at a 'talkback' session at the mw-led unit, and read up more on shoulder dystocia, and joined an SPD support group. I thought I was ready, and felt positive about things being different this time.
Now I just feel depressed, and tired. I'm hoping that by joining this thread things might start to pick up, and hope to talk to like-minded people about their own experiences. Sorry for the long out-pouring, its probably way too long, but once I started I just kind of kept going, so thank you for having a look.