Three weeks after my elective c-section for grade 4 praevia and I am still feeling shocked about the whole thing.
I was very anxious about the surgery, having had the consultant go through all the worst case scenarios with me (not at my request, I guess they just have to take you through all the possibilities, including hysterectomy etc etc) and didn't enjoy the procedure at all, found it very claustrophobic having people coming at me from all angles, and all the beeping of instruments, tubes going in, tubes going out, top ups of this and that, a problem with my blood pressure, anti-sickness drugs and, of course, not being able to feel anything from the boobs down (I know this is a good thing in the circumstances, I just hated feeling so out of control).
Because I was so anxious (I was nearly in tears just walking into the theatre) they strapped my arms down so I wouldn't shake any of the tubes out. I found that really horrible, stretched out on the table like that, completely at the mercy of all these people.
There were a bloody lot of them too, two anaesthetists, the consultant/surgeon, two midwives, a "theatre assistant" and three senior house officers (whatever they are) - but I was too scared to question any of them being there. My husband was there too, although he seemed rather lost amidst all those people.
I lost 3.5 pints of blood and had a transfusion. Fully conscious for the whole thing, including watching myself bleed out into the spin and save machine (not that they saved enough to retransfuse me my own blood - I bled quickly and most of it was just suctioned off - but I still saw about 600ml whizz out through the tubes and drip down into the collection thing).
They asked at the start if I wanted the screen to be dropped to see the baby come out, and I asked if they could ask me when we got to that point and I would see what I felt then. In the event, I was bleeding by then, they never dropped the screen and I only have photos of my little ones first minutes to go by.
I did get to skin to skin with my daughter within about 10 minutes of her being born, while the transfusion was finishing, but I was very shellshocked and couldn't try feeding anyway, as was covered in wires/tubes etc (although they had unstrapped my arms by then, so I could hold her).
I don't think it helped that there was an emergency in the theatre next door and an alarm went off "obstetric emergency in theatre two, obstetric emergency in theatre two" - I asked "what the hell theatre is THIS?" and everyone laughed and assured me that if it was MY emergency I wouldn't know anything about it. Oddly enough, I didn't see the funny side.
Of course, I am ETERNALLY GRATEFUL that the whole thing went well, and I do have he most gorgeous daughter, who is fit and well and doing great, but I can't shake the feeling that I had life saving surgery, and got a baby, rather than any kind of meaningful birth experience.
For anyone else out there who went through this - and I know there are a few - how was it for you? Am I being pathetic, do I need to pull myself together, or did you find it equally shocking?