Not sure if its appropriate but feel the urge to share my birth story - I think some bits are relevant to this thread... sorry if its long but I've never got this off my chest before and feel the urge to do so now...
DD, first baby, having done LOTS of research I wanted a home birth. Community midwife not keen (to put it mildly!) but only reason was that it was my first and it would take too long to get to hospital if I needed to transfer (in reality its less than 5 minutes by car so even less by ambulance) but I was scared by her doom-mongering so i agreed to go to the MLU co-located with consultant led unit.
3 days after due date automatically booked to see consultant at antenatal clinic. She was lovely, said that there was no need for me to be induced however long I went over dates and that I could just come in every day to be monitored. I was happy.
10 days over, another appointment at antenatal clinic. Didn't see lovely consultant, saw her registrar. I gave her my urine sample and she called a midwife in to stick the dipstick in - honestly it seemed at the time (and with hindsight) like she thought it was beneath her to test the urine. Whilst midwife was doing this, registrar told me that I was to be booked in for induction in 3 days. I explained that that hadn't been what the consultant had told me the previous week, that I wanted monitoring instead but registrar told me that if I insisted on not being induced, she would write on my notes that this was against medical advice and that I was deliberately putting my baby's life at risk. At this point, the midwife looked up from the sink and said, "there's no protein the the urine you know..." (with hindsight I am sure she was trying to "side" with me without seeming to in front of the doctor). By this point I was in tears, registrar wouldn't discuss anything with me further, opened the door to signal end of conversation and told me to talk to the midwife team booking inductions.
I went to see midwife team, they were BRILLIANT, they could see how upset I was, calmed me down and recommended having sex to get things going - they actually said that given a choice between induction and sex "i know which prick I'd prefer"... made my DH blush!
Anyway, after taking midwives advice early labour started at 3am the next morning. Stupidly I didn't try and rest, I got up and bounced about and kept moving etc etc and basically knackered myself out. 11pm I headed to hospital. No room in the MLU but put in a room in CLU. Did not see a midwife at all until an hour later. Midwife was fantastic. Not sure of the timings from this point on...
I wasn't coping too well so asked for pethidine, midwife made sure I knew what I was asking for and peth administered. Felt fantastic, was able to rest between contractions, all wonderful and progressing (albeit slowly). Some hours later, lovely midwife told me she was off to do shift change so the next midwife I saw would be someone different but not to worry, I was doing fine etc etc. I was happy. Unfortunately shift change took a bit longer than expected and Dh had to go and put a ticket in the car so i was left alone. Next person in the room didn't introduce herself - I assumed it was the new midwife - she just said (without examining me or speaking to me, just looking at notes) "right, you need a syntocin drip, I'll get that set up". Having heard all about augmentation at my NCT classes, I paniced and asked for an epidural.
Drip set up. Another person comes in, introduces herself as new midwife and asks what the hell the drip is and turns it off. Turns out "mystery woman" was the doctor NOT the new midwife. Midwife goes nuts (even uses a few swear words I hadn't heard!) and although she turns down the drip, she says she can't remove it once its been started. The drip stops me moving around so effectively and I also had a mobile epidural because I was so scared of the augmentation.
DD born 3 hours later by ventouse, fine.
Did i really need the augmentation drip and epidural? I will never know if I would have needed them ultimately but the midwives reaction seems to suggest that at the time I had it, she believed I didn't need it. Given that the mystery doctor didn't examine me or listen to DD before pronouncing that I "needed" a drip, I can only assume that she was going my the clock and hospital protocol NOT going by mine and my baby's needs. I can only call that unnecessary intervention.
Next time, I've already decided, I will have a doula so that there is no time when I'm left on my own with no advocate.