I don't mind at all. This thread is way too big to read all the way through from the beginning. Never mind that it's the second one of this nature. Cyee started the first one, which is the one I found and was first able to really pour out all my bodily (and mental) miseries on.
I had Jackbaby (JB for short... he's now 3 1/2 so really it should be Jackboy, not Jackbaby) in Feb 2008. 36 hour labour, 4 1/2 hours pushing, finally episiotomy and forceps, resulting in massive haemorrhage and 3rd/4th degree tear. It took about an hour to sew me up, while I was merrily going into deep shock, with both midwife (who was responsible for most of this fiasco) and OB with their heads together trying to figure out how to best put Humpty Dumpty back together. I spent a couple of hours in the critical care unit after, with blood expanders and warming blankets, while everyone else was getting acquainted with JB. I still can't look at the pictures of everyone holding him while I was in CCU. I will never get those hours back. That's time he should have spent with me, skin-to-skin, getting to know each other. Instead, I was strapped to a gurney, barely conscious. The nurses, admittedly, were lovely. One spent a lot of time holding my hand trying to talk me into coherence. I don't even know her name, never heard what it was. Anyway.. everything took for-bloody-ever to heal. 6 months after I still had pain all the time. Broke down at my GP's, she said "let's take a look", took a look and went "um... that's not good". Bless her, she's so great :o
She referred me for counseling (it was plain I'd developed PTSD and post-natal anxiety) and to a specialist surgeon. When JB was a year old, I had my internal repair. They opened everything back up (I tore along the entire right wall of my vagina, and back into the anal sphincter) and re-sutured it. Apparently some of the original stitch job hadn't actually held, so there were pelvic floor muscles to repair, too. A year ago I had another op, this one to revise the scar tissue that had formed along the episiotomy. And try to pretty up my torn-rubber-boot looking bits. They were shredded, and really uncomfortable.
It was the shit to go through all this, so I really know where you're coming from. It sucked.
I will say I'm as "fixed" now as I'm ever going to be. I still have occasional pain, especially during my period. My entire perineum aches at that time.
The mental aspect was harder than the physical. I don't know if I will ever fully "get over" what happened. It was a clusterf*ck of bad decisions. I'm obviously glad that nothing happened to JB - I think I'd have killed the midwife if he'd been harmed - but I don't know if I'll ever be able to forgive the faulty decision-making, and disregard of me and my wishes. PTSD seems to be one of those gifts that keep on giving. I struggled hard with a bad recurrence of anxiety and depression this past summer. I think I've got a grip on it now, at any rate, I feel better than I have in a long time, but equally I have no doubt that I haven't seen the last of it. I wish :(
So that's my story. It looks grim, written down. I read over what I write and it's hard to think "that's about me". What helps me, and yet is horrifying too, is that mine isn't the wrist story out there. Several posters on this thread - ThingOne comes to mind, as does KellyKettle, and others - have gone through, and are continuing to go through worse than this. It's horrifying to think that with all the science and medicine we have access to, women still end up with birth injuries like this. It truly baffles me that there are many more stories like mine, and worse.
Anyway - this turned into a bit of a rant, I guess it needed to come out :o
ever to heal. I don't think I was able to stand up straight for 6 weeks after JB's birth. 6 months after, having had flashbacks, nightmares, panic attacks,