Thank you this thread is really helpful.
I found giving birth fine, because when the midwife when behind a curtain to discuss an emergency ceaserian "beacuse she's panicing and wont handle delivery" I popped my son out myself, and then shouted thats a curtain not a sound proof barrier - or words to that effect.
the midwife and the doctor appologised wholeheartedly and i explained that women in my family go from 1cm to 10 cm in about 2 hours so when i was screaming the head is comming despite a check 10 mins ago, i knew what i meant. I accepted their appolgy because they treated me like an adult and responded like medical professionals. all fine.
when i got to the ward however, the midwife in charge came running to my bed where i was bf and said " i've just seen your notes you're a late booker and a single mother. have you had any prenatal care?!you know you'll need a car seat to take this baby home? do you think you'll be able to borrow the money from someone?"
Literally like that without pausing for breath and in a very loud voice. I remember because i went from sublime joy with my son to outrage in a heartbeat. I answered, I have a car seat, which i payed for as part of the travel system i bought 4 months ago. Even tho i am a later booker, all of my tests are perfect and my midwife thought the Midwife led unit was perfect because I had it all under control.
She then left to get a social worker!
When my mum came to collect us (complete with carseat) i lost it and cried and cried. Thankfully she is a consultant so dragged the department head to me who couldn't appologise enough.
BUT the reason i am so thankful for this thread is that during my stay in hospital i never had my blood pressure taken, stiches checked or was shown freeding changing etc. not a problem for me but there's many a young woman out there who could have left in real danger. Nothing was done because the original midwife left a note to say nothing was to be done till i saw a social worker (which i never have)
I am furious that that precious first day with my son was marred by someones ignorance and sheer lazyness at not reading my notes. i had thought it perhaps a limited occurance but now i feel less alone.
We are women not animals in a barn. just because they do it every day does not mean we deserve to be treated on a production line.
excuse spelling, baby on my knee.