I will start this thread with the clear message that I am by no means devaluing the NHS, I'm very grateful for having the service available in this country and I know some parts of it are fantastic.
I'll also forewarn that this is being written by a very depressed, desperate lady (who has been receiving amazing support on the Nov ante natal thread) and its mainly a way of getting it all out there and documented for my own sanity.
I'm currently 37+4 weeks pregnant with DS3, I have an 8 year old (disabled child with v.high medical needs) and a 5 year old currently going through intensive speech therapy and struggling with the school transition himself.
I have DP who is amazing, he works 2-3 hrs away from home everyday and is currently doing everything he can in regards to home life, childcare plus working from home at night to raise funds to fund a week off when this baby is born.
I have no immediate family that can help at all, DP's family can do limited help but aren't able to do an awful lot due to their own circumstances.
Anyway, basic health is, DS1 was induced at 40 weeks after I developed a pulmonary embolism and dvt and then pre eclampsia, delivery was straight forward.
DS2 I suffered SPD and he was born spontaneously at 36+6, quick delivery (SPD pain was severe enough to not feel labour contractions) but delivery was easy and straightforward.
During this pregnancy I have been having Fragmin injections to ward off any potential clots and I've been seeing a consultant regularly and a physiotherapist, I am naturally extremely hypermobile anyway and have again suffered with SPD badly from about 20 weeks. (I'll point out I wasn't aware SPD was something that would return and be worse with subsequent pregnancies)
Up until this week I've found my consultant care really very good, she has been kind, attentive and I've felt like I was being looked after well. She's arranged regular scans and baby is doing great. She has liaised with me in between appointments and with the physiotherapist so everyone knows what is what.
My community midwife is lovely although she does seem to be away more often that she is in work so assessing community care has been tough, I've seen a community midwife twice during my pregnancy.
The physio was fab, she assessed me and said my pelvis was separating far quicker than normal and that it was already separated well above the level expected for a full term pregnancy, this was at 24 weeks. She gave me support belts and crutches to use.
I saw the consultant 2 weeks ago, the SPD pain was causing me to be 90% immobile from the waist down and the pain was unbearable, I am allergic to traditional pain relief ( codine ) so she said to take Tramadol but made it very clear not to take after 37 weeks as baby could suffer harsh withdrawals.
So that's what I do and SPD pain gets worse and I'm left completely immobile and spending days sobbing in pain unable to care for myself or my children, community midwife is on annual leave and my consultant can't see me.
Then I awake Thursday morning, I cannot see and my head feels like it is in a vice, my pain is unreal so I make a really tearful call to antenatal day assessment and go in.
They check BP/urine etc and say its not pre eclampsia and call for an urgent admittance to the ward and also an urgent neurology assessment and MRI scan.
They then discover the amount of pain I'm in with my pelvis and how immobile I am so call for the physio to come up and the on call obstetric dr.
They say that headache is the first point of call, neurologist checks me over and is happy that its a migraine, I'm given paracetamol
and left in a very quiet, dark cubicle where I stay until the morning, twice I asked to for assistance to use the toilet because I'm laid flat on my back unable to move and twice I'm fobbed off. DP eventually manages to get a bed pan later that night so I can at least wee. Pain in my hips by this point is the worst it's been and I cannot even twitch my lower body without tears.
Next morning after no sleep the physio comes, she says there isn't anything she can do except offer my occupational therapy support and get me a self propelled wheel chair and commode at home.
The dr arrives and requests a urine analysis and a scan to check amniotic fluid as every movement in my bump is also agony, I can't tell what is fetal movement and what's not.
After a few hours of again no help I manage to get in the wheelchair, howling the place down because its just that painful. I do a urine sample and its sent off after a dipstick shows protien, ketones, and something that sounded like lekolytes?
They then come and say I was meant to be having an ultrasound half hour ago and go off to fetch a porter, no one comes and eventually when I am wheeled down they won't do it because its so late.
The dr returns and says they will induce after a scan the next day because my quality of life had dropped so low and there is no other pain relief he is willing to prescribe at this late stage of pregnancy, plus they're working on the fact that SPD is often alleviated by delivery and more pain relief can be given when not pregnant.
So induction is scheduled for yesterday morning.
After another sleepless night Saturday morning arrives and my usual consultant sweeps into the room, she declares that they are busy on labour ward and I have to go home in the wheelchair and come back in 2 weeks time to discuss induction as she hasn't "got her sympathetic hat on" then she leaves.
The midwife then comes to see me to tell me I can leave, sees the state I am in and goes to have a word with the consultant. She compromises on a date of the 7th Nov for induction (if they have room)
So I'm loaded into a wheelchair and handed over to DP to be sent home.
I live in a 2 bedroom house, my only toilet facilities are up a flight of steep stairs. I have 2 children to care for all next week on half term, one of which requires intense physiotherapy and a strict medication regime.
I cannot get into my house without leaving the wheelchair, I have the choice of staying downstairs in a low sofa with no means of navigating the house at all because of furniture placement, or getting DP to carry me upstairs so I can at least be closer to the shower/toilet but still need huge amounts of support getting there but even still caring for the kids is impossible. DP cannot not go to work after Tuesday.
I tell them all this before I leave hospital, I also mention that I'm someone with a very high risk of thrombosis due to previous history and my immobility and yet they've failed to give me my medication for 2 days despite me asking.
So that's it. I'm at home now, still in pain, still unable to do pretty much anything for myself. 2 children going nuts through worry/ boredom. DP is working his arse off to finish commitments from work that he's missed plus do the shopping, do DS's medication and help me do what I need and keep the house in a reasonable state, he is exhausted, I am exhausted and my mood is low, very low it's scary.
The only one it would seem not suffering is our baby who is still obliviously tucked up in my womb.