I had a very traumatic birth with ds, developed pre eclampsia over the space of 24 hours, blew up with fluid that much that my eyes were like slits & the rest of my face looked flat, just like a balloon. Was sent to hospital just supposedly for monitoring but the wouldn't let me go home & started induction, I was 36+5. Started with gel, left me overnight, the hospital was a mess, they hadn't even a pillow for my bed, more gel the morning after, I started bleeding early evening & was taken to labour ward to have my waters broken. I still to this day don't know what the midwife did when she broke my waters but the pain was indescribable, she never asked permission to do a sweep, I screamed the place down, contractions started within 5 minutes, coming every 3-4 minutes, gas & air did no good, just made me feel sick, I was like a crazed animal, couldn't sit or lay down, the contractions were all in my back & my bladder, one on top of another, I was begging for an epidural but the midwife told me not to be such a baby, it would get a lot worse than it was then. After nearly 4 hours I finally got an epidural, I was examined & was only 2cm but my BP was shooting up, I was rambling even after the epidural was put in, sweating & shaking. By the morning after I was 4cm & by late afternoon I was 7cm, plan was to check again at 5.30pm, when they checked me again I had gone back to 5cm & was rushed to theatre for emcs, ds was delivered at 6.22pm, I had a massive haemorrhage which took ages to stop, by now I was losing in & out of consciousness, the anaesthetist kept on shouting at me to keep my eyes open, I don't know what my mum who had come to theatre with me was thinking, they must have eventually stopped the bleeding & stitched me up, they had to get someone to come in & mop the blood off the floor before they wheeled me to high dependency. After my mum & husband had gone home my kidneys & liver started failing due to the loss of blood, I thought I was dying & begged them to fetch my parents & husband, I was relapsing in & out of consciousness all night & for 48 hours after, they gave me 3 bags of blood the next morning, I was full of morphine & drugs. They kept on trying to put ds on me to feed, I had drips in both hands, a drain in my stomach & a catheter, they never attempted to put me a maternity pad & pants on, I was left sat on an incontinence sheet, when my mum arrived she went mad & ended up changing me herself from the theatre gown that was just draped over me in to a nightie, maternity pad & pants, she washed me as best she could, the midwives continued to keep on getting me to BF ds but I was off my face on drugs & falling asleep all the time. She asked for a bottle to feed ds but the midwives refused & told her I was being difficult. After 48 hours they reduced the drugs & once I found my voice I demanded a bottle, it had said on my birth plan that I intended to FF. Once I had demanded a bottle, I never got any real care at all, I was moved to a private room on the post natal ward & once there other than twice a day, morning & night, never saw another midwife or doctor, was never given any pain relief, I didn't get any meals for the first day & after that got told if I didn't walk to the dining room I didn't get any meals, I could hardly stand up, I was so weak, hadn't had any food for over 4 days, it took me all my strength to stagger to the bathroom. My mum brought me food in every day at visiting time, on the fifth day I had a meltdown, I had managed to go to sleep for 2 hours & got woken up to have my BP taken at 5.30am, I'm ashamed to say I told the midwife to F Off & leave me alone, when my parents & husband arrived I managed to get dressed & told the staff I was going home, it took them until 7.00pm to give me the paperwork to go home, they told me I was leaving at my own risk, I had got to the stage i didn't care any more. When I got home & read my notes, all the way through it said I was being difficult, someone had put I was mardy & childish, I wasn't I was terrified & frightened. It was really no shock that I had horrific PND & was later diagnosed with PTSD. I still have nightmares around ds birthday about his birth & he is 16 now.