So. A year ago I had twins, delivered at 35 weeks via C-section. The months preceding the birth were hard AF, and the birth itself was traumatic. I had an anaesthetist who could not place the epidural/spinal block and attempted it 13 times with various needles. It took him 50 minutes. I was put on ‘laughing gas’ to calm me which did the opposite and gave me a panic attack which no one noticed. And I felt the whole C-section, birth and being stitched back up. I believe that the anaethetist never placed the epidural/spinal and went ahead to pump full of morphine because I heart the monitors go crazy, my vision became blurry and my reaction and response time became comically slow. My pupils are also fully blow and black in the one available video clip, where you can also hear my speech being slurred and my movements being strange and slow.
so why post in relationships? You see, I picked a support person who would advocate for my needs, wishes and generally just say something if stupid shit was being done to me. This person was my husband. And he did not speak up, step up or did anything else for that matter while the anaesthetist was stabbing me with varying sizes of needles, or pumped me full of f*ck knows what, or when the gynae cut me open and I said it hurts, i feel it.
In fact, he left me in theatre to be sown up while he went to find out whats happening with our boys and whether they need NICU time, etc. I was alone. In pain. Drugged. And alone. My support person left me.
At our first alone moment I told him all of this and asked why he never said anything, stopped them, insisted on them putting me fully under as was in our birth plan and he said he should’ve. So blasé about what happened to me and his part in it. I got a half hearted apology that sounded something like ‘i’m sorry. I did the best that i could at the time’.
i insisted he contact lawyers about medical malpractice etc, which he did after weeks of my moaning and asking him to do. I had half a recollection about the whole event due to being drugged, but he was there. At least if nothing happened, set me straight. But he didn't do that.
for a year i have been sitting alone with this trauma, fear of doctors and hospitals, and hating my husband. I asked him just now what is happening with the medical lawyer and he said he got busy with work and the kids. Am I crazy? Am I not a priority?