Hi Ladies, this is my first ever post on mumsnet, I’ve always heard such wonderful things from other mums and what a great source of support and advice this forum is. I don’t use social media of any sort, but saw a news headline today, on this particular topic.
It finally gave me the courage to speak about my own experience and perhaps seek advice from someone that has been through the same.
I gave birth to my darling little man, in March of 2012. He was a big baby, and Labour was intense and fairly quick, however the midwives were busy with other mums that were having difficulties and my husband and I were left alone for most of the Labour.
My contractions started to lose intensity so they said they needed to give me a drip to get them up again, they did this, and left me for a couple of hours, they had a shift change, and when the new shift came in, they discovered I wasn’t actually connected to the drip at all, I had saline in my Canular and the drug to help me, was just dangling to the floor.
Next thing I know, a doctor is called in, she tells me nothing puts my feet in stirrups and I am given and episiotomy and they tell me I am having forceps, I was given no pain relief. And until this point I had only been given gas and air.
I can only describe the feeling of have forceps forced inside you as the most awful violent violation. Solid could steel felt like it was ripping me apart. I suffered fairly heavy blood loss at this point, just under 2 litres ( I’m told this is heavy but I don’t really know)
My son is now 6 and a dream come true, I however am still suffering terribly. There has certainly been nerve damage, as it takes me a very long time to be able to pee. I sit on the toilet and try and let my body remember how to open my bladder, it can take a long time. I don’t think my bladder EVER empties fully. And of course, if I run, sneeze, jump or cough... my bladder has no issue in releasing then. I was told I need physio, for my pelvic floor, but I simply have no control over it. I cannot feel it. That in combination with every time I open my bowels, my insides fall outside is how it feels, a large grape sized portion of flesh, which I have to push back in after going to the toilet. It makes it exceptionally hard to clean myself, and I am so conscious of this. I suffer with IBS and this is made much worse by it. I have lost control of my bowels more than a few times now, as again, I just don’t have the muscle control anymore.
Doctors tell me that surgery isn’t the answer. That I should take measures like a home enema every morning etc etc. But I am 36 years old. This has caused me so much embarrassment and depression.
My husband is fantastically supportive but I am just miserable. And truthfully I just don’t know what to do.
Is this what life is going to be now? Do I have to learn to live this way? Or is there something I can do??
Sorry if I have bored you all to tears.
Thank you for listening
Maggie