I had a horrid experience, but I'll never know if it was the chicken or the egg.
I had a team of 3 CNMs and I lived on the OBX at the time, which didn't have its own hospital yet. Nell (forgot last name) was great, the other one who I never really got to know, I think would have been great (forgot her name), Stacy Starsman people were warning me not to get when it was "my time" because she was the most medically minded of the team, though she was uber nice during my pregnancy.
I ended up with her on the clock when it was time for me to have my ds and my water had broken way ahead of time. She hooked me up to umpteen machines and wires and my ds's heartbeat was going massively DOWN with each contraction and long story short Iended up with an emergency C under full anesthesia. She induced me with cytotec (2x) and I didn't know what it was, but for some reason (Divine intervention?) I remembered the name and 9mo after ds was born, I was able to do research on it. There was a class action but I couldn't get in on it because-- get this-- i'd had no adverse reactions. I had a healthy baby and an intact uterus (I think) afterwards, but the horror stories with that drug are just...they abound. A LOT.
So I did end up with a healthy baby-- thank the Gods!!-- but it could have been way, way worse. I could have had a not-live child, I could have had a ruptured uterus, I could have died myownself. I will never know if it was all that intervention (which I did not want-- I was going for a completely unmedicated, hopefully in water, birth) or if I really needed it after all. I don't blame Nell or the other one but I do hold a grudge against Stacey for the cytotec. I was not in my right mind at all, to make decisions about that, and I didn't have good advocates to help me with decisions.
I thought that place got gone...I had heard it had. I think I would have loved my experience there if my birth had gone off without a hitch. As it was, I still feel lucky that the surgery place was connected by just a short hallway to the birth center. I don't think I'd have my ds today, otherwise. Almost 10 years later it is still hard to recount even that little part of the story.
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