Glubs, When I spoke to someone on this website here
An article which you might find interesting
My first labour still gives me flashbacks and nightmares and this is over three years later. Worse at the moment as I have an consultant appointment next week.
But my birth was very typical, hospital inducement, forced to have continuous monitoring not allowed to move off my back. Things got worse and I had loads of interventions resulting in a terrified labouring woman separated from her husband took into a surgical room, baby ripped out and removed from me. I lost so much blood I apparently was moved to HDU unit with beeping machines and oxygen mask...I don't remember much from that point in the theatre.
What happened to me induced hospital birth with interventions apparently is fairly common. Certainly I have read (before my children) many worse births on here.
As the birth crisis lady said it is how you were treated, respected, listened to which makes a difference, not what happened to you.
My second labour was even worse in result (for me my worse nightmare) a c-section whilst I was awake. But thanks to labouring at home for the first 24 hours was great and it was my choice to transfer in to hospital. My DH and Douala supported me and made sure that the medical staff talked to us and we understood what they were doing before they did it etc. It makes a big difference to my mental health.
What I am trying to say, is that there isn't a line in the sand and if your labour was this bad you are 'allowed' to be upset.
The birth crisis lady said some women had very quick straightforward labours yet the speed and surprise of everything was traumatic in itself and triggered PTSD just the same.
I have to say I didn't find going through my medical records helpful. I had it going through my head 24/7 so it wasn't as if I needed a reminder or anything. In my case the midwife pointed out whilst I wept that every action was necessary (well according to hospital protocols) and that no one did anything legally wrong. She was to eager to avoid a law suit.
It was so hard to listen to, as she plainly had no understanding as to what I was looking for. I suppose I was looking for what I had done wrong, why the medical team (whom all were professional etc) didn't feel the need to ask or explain anything to me. They would walk in, cut or inject me, pushing my body around in an intimate way and leave muttering. I need to know why I wasn't worth treating like a person, why our timid questions were sidelined or ignored completely. I was so scared and no one listened to us.