My DS was induced at 35 weeks due to my waters leaking at 32 weeks. I spent 3 weeks on the antenatal ward before the induction, a further 5 days whilst my DS was in NICU/SCBU and 3 days with my DS on the postnatal ward.
On the day of my induction, I experienced very bad back pains which the midwives dismissed as they were not in my tummy and it was only when they put me on the monitor for the baby's heart rate 7 hours later that they realised I was contracting and in labour. They were an hour late monitoring the baby and found that he was extremely distressed and I was rushed down to the labour ward for an EMCS.
The whole hospital experience was horrible, from doctors disagreeing for a week after being admitted about whether I should be allowed to go home or not, to long lonely days on the antenatal ward listening to other women either starting labour or going through pregnancy difficulties, to the postnatal ward where I received zero help or support with my premature baby (my first night alone with him after he was transferred from SCBU was spent totally sleepless and crying listening to him screaming with cold and hunger under the UV lights treatment for jaundice, and the following two days I barely saw a midwife).
After the EMCS I was not able to see my DS for 18 hours, and did not hold him for 2 days as he was not well enough. We also had difficulty establishing breastfeeding (though we've overcome that now and 6 months on he is still being exclusively breastfed).
He's a happy, healthy baby and day to day I am fine: I get out and meet up with other mums, go to mum and baby groups, get loads of support from my DH, family and friends, and yet I can't stop thinking about everything we went through to get here. Many evenings I find myself getting upset, thinking about what might have happened if his heart rate hadn't been monitored when it was, feeling so guilty about not being able to do skin to skin straight away, about him having to be born early, about the feeding difficulties in hospital, that awful night helplessly watching him screaming....and yet I know how lucky we are compared to a lot of people.
Sorry, this is long...but is it normal to feel like this 6 months on, and will I get over it?