I am writing this to get it off of my chest and hopefully to find support from those of you online becauseunfortunately I am not getting it from those around me.
My water broke at 7:10 am and I phoned the hospital- they said to eat and shower and then come in. I woke my partner and my family and we headed into the hospital at about 9:30. The doctor on call (not my ob-gyn that I had been seeing- it was his weekend off) did a very painful internal exam and laughed at me when I said I wanted a natural birth with no epidural. He said he would see me later that night or early the next morning and left. The nurse started an IV "just in case" and hooked me up to the fetal monitors, which restricted me to the bed. I was doing fine (in my mind) and the contractions were beginning to pick up. At noon, the nurse came in and told me they were going to give me something to speed things up. They started a drip and the next thing I knew I was in excruciating pain and I was bleeding profusely. At about 12:30 another nurse came in, saw how fast the drip was running, and turned it way down- she was horrified at how fast the other nurse had it running at. I had no break between contractions and no time at one level of pain- it just kept getting worse and worse. The staff began pushing for an epidural but I still said no but I would try the gas instead. The first time I started to breathe it in it made me feel extremely nauseous and sick so I removed the mask from my face and started to moan and scream with the pain again. The nurses got mad at me and started yelling at me about breathing and one forcibly held the gas mask against my nose and mouth while I was retching, and yelled at me to breathe deeper. The doctor came back and did another internal exam which made me scream and said that I was seven centimeters but that it would be a long time yet before I delivered. He told me that if I wanted an epidural I had to have one now, that if I didn't have one right now he would refuse one later if I changed my mind. So at ten after three I asked for the epidural. They gave me a special concoction because I have quite a few allergies, and it ended up temporarily paralyzing me completely from the neck down. The epidural was put in at about 3:18 pm and they did an internal exam right after and I was 9 and one half centimeters dilated so the prepared to take me into labour and delivery. If I would have known that it was only going to be 20 minutes more until I delivered, I never would have had the epidural- I was under the impression that it was going to be many more hours. They typed me for a blood transfusion because I was now hemorrhaging and then the baby's blood pressure kept dropping. So they took me to the delivery room and my partner and three nurses transferred me to the other bed and put my legs up in the stirrups. The nurses were yelling about not waiting for the pediatrician and that they needed to get this baby out now because they kept losing his heartbeat. I was starting to get really scared about my baby because of this. The doctor came in, got between my legs, and then the fun really started. He did an episiotomy which was over 3 inches long (the cut went into my inner thigh). He then took these two instruments which looked like shoehorns and split me apart. I pushed once for about three seconds and he told me to stop and he used forceps to remove the baby. They took my son over to the incubator without letting me see him and I didn't get to hold him for about 5 minutes. The doctor began stitching, which he failed to finish properly- he left a gap on the outer edge of the episiotomy which failed to close properly and I ended up dropping a stitch and getting an infection there.
I was taken back to recovery without my baby, the nurses kept him and bathed him and did their thing with him- I finally got him about 2 hours after I delivered him, and was able to breastfeed.
The maternity ward was better, but there were still problems- I wanted to co sleep and the nurses would come in, take my son to do their checks, and then put him back in the basket thing, saying I shouldn't have him in bed with me. I also ended up having about 4 blocked ducts in each breast but when I complained about the pain to the lactation consultant, she told me I had a bad latch and would not listen to me at all.
After all this I was more than happy to go home, until I dropped the stitch and went to see my family doctor (my ob-gyn was too busy to see me until the following week). She put me on antibiotics because she said I also had an infection in the episiotomy site. These antibiotics made me extremely weak and they made the baby projectile vomit. But I kept taking them because I was scared about the infection and was told that they were fine to take while breastfeeding. I saw my ob-gyn a few days later and he said that I NEVER should have been on those antibiotics- he called the other doctor stupid, and he took out some of my stitches because I was in a lot of pain and they were too tight and pulling my skin really badly. After that I was finally able to start healing, though it took along time.
My son is now eight months old and I talk about this all the time and about how next time I will have a home birth. I never want to see a doctor again, let alone give birth in a hospital. Nobody supports this mindset though, especially my mom and my partner. They keep saying”what if you run into complications again, you need to be in the hospital". I want more children so badly, but I am so worried about the labour and delivery that at times I feel like I wouldn't be able to handle it again and that I should just stick to my one son. My feelings toward my partner have gone downhill dramatically- I feel like I can't rely on him or trust him- he pretty much sat and watched my go through this and did nothing, he didn't even hold my hand or talk to me during contractions. Yet after I had the epidural he did help the nurses out, so he gets mad when I try to talk about him being unsupportive during the labour. He brags to everyone how wonderful he did during the labour, how I couldn't have done it without him. He also dismisses me and gets annoyed when I talk about the labour and delivery; he feels that I should be over it by now. We are also not having sex because penetration is very painful, and I am not interested at all. After so many months of everybody in the free world touching me and staring at me down there, I pretty much tune out the second he touches me in the genital area. I really don't show him any affection at all now, because for awhile every time I would hug him or kiss him he would want more and then we would both end up being frustrated. We used to be so close and so much in love, and now it seems like at times we can barely stand each other. I don't know what is going to happen to us as a couple and us as a family.
If anyone out there can give me any advice I would greatly appreciate it- I feel so lost.
My water broke at 7:10 am and I phoned the hospital- they said to eat and shower and then come in. I woke my partner and my family and we headed into the hospital at about 9:30. The doctor on call (not my ob-gyn that I had been seeing- it was his weekend off) did a very painful internal exam and laughed at me when I said I wanted a natural birth with no epidural. He said he would see me later that night or early the next morning and left. The nurse started an IV "just in case" and hooked me up to the fetal monitors, which restricted me to the bed. I was doing fine (in my mind) and the contractions were beginning to pick up. At noon, the nurse came in and told me they were going to give me something to speed things up. They started a drip and the next thing I knew I was in excruciating pain and I was bleeding profusely. At about 12:30 another nurse came in, saw how fast the drip was running, and turned it way down- she was horrified at how fast the other nurse had it running at. I had no break between contractions and no time at one level of pain- it just kept getting worse and worse. The staff began pushing for an epidural but I still said no but I would try the gas instead. The first time I started to breathe it in it made me feel extremely nauseous and sick so I removed the mask from my face and started to moan and scream with the pain again. The nurses got mad at me and started yelling at me about breathing and one forcibly held the gas mask against my nose and mouth while I was retching, and yelled at me to breathe deeper. The doctor came back and did another internal exam which made me scream and said that I was seven centimeters but that it would be a long time yet before I delivered. He told me that if I wanted an epidural I had to have one now, that if I didn't have one right now he would refuse one later if I changed my mind. So at ten after three I asked for the epidural. They gave me a special concoction because I have quite a few allergies, and it ended up temporarily paralyzing me completely from the neck down. The epidural was put in at about 3:18 pm and they did an internal exam right after and I was 9 and one half centimeters dilated so the prepared to take me into labour and delivery. If I would have known that it was only going to be 20 minutes more until I delivered, I never would have had the epidural- I was under the impression that it was going to be many more hours. They typed me for a blood transfusion because I was now hemorrhaging and then the baby's blood pressure kept dropping. So they took me to the delivery room and my partner and three nurses transferred me to the other bed and put my legs up in the stirrups. The nurses were yelling about not waiting for the pediatrician and that they needed to get this baby out now because they kept losing his heartbeat. I was starting to get really scared about my baby because of this. The doctor came in, got between my legs, and then the fun really started. He did an episiotomy which was over 3 inches long (the cut went into my inner thigh). He then took these two instruments which looked like shoehorns and split me apart. I pushed once for about three seconds and he told me to stop and he used forceps to remove the baby. They took my son over to the incubator without letting me see him and I didn't get to hold him for about 5 minutes. The doctor began stitching, which he failed to finish properly- he left a gap on the outer edge of the episiotomy which failed to close properly and I ended up dropping a stitch and getting an infection there.
I was taken back to recovery without my baby, the nurses kept him and bathed him and did their thing with him- I finally got him about 2 hours after I delivered him, and was able to breastfeed.
The maternity ward was better, but there were still problems- I wanted to co sleep and the nurses would come in, take my son to do their checks, and then put him back in the basket thing, saying I shouldn't have him in bed with me. I also ended up having about 4 blocked ducts in each breast but when I complained about the pain to the lactation consultant, she told me I had a bad latch and would not listen to me at all.
After all this I was more than happy to go home, until I dropped the stitch and went to see my family doctor (my ob-gyn was too busy to see me until the following week). She put me on antibiotics because she said I also had an infection in the episiotomy site. These antibiotics made me extremely weak and they made the baby projectile vomit. But I kept taking them because I was scared about the infection and was told that they were fine to take while breastfeeding. I saw my ob-gyn a few days later and he said that I NEVER should have been on those antibiotics- he called the other doctor stupid, and he took out some of my stitches because I was in a lot of pain and they were too tight and pulling my skin really badly. After that I was finally able to start healing, though it took along time.
My son is now eight months old and I talk about this all the time and about how next time I will have a home birth. I never want to see a doctor again, let alone give birth in a hospital. Nobody supports this mindset though, especially my mom and my partner. They keep saying”what if you run into complications again, you need to be in the hospital". I want more children so badly, but I am so worried about the labour and delivery that at times I feel like I wouldn't be able to handle it again and that I should just stick to my one son. My feelings toward my partner have gone downhill dramatically- I feel like I can't rely on him or trust him- he pretty much sat and watched my go through this and did nothing, he didn't even hold my hand or talk to me during contractions. Yet after I had the epidural he did help the nurses out, so he gets mad when I try to talk about him being unsupportive during the labour. He brags to everyone how wonderful he did during the labour, how I couldn't have done it without him. He also dismisses me and gets annoyed when I talk about the labour and delivery; he feels that I should be over it by now. We are also not having sex because penetration is very painful, and I am not interested at all. After so many months of everybody in the free world touching me and staring at me down there, I pretty much tune out the second he touches me in the genital area. I really don't show him any affection at all now, because for awhile every time I would hug him or kiss him he would want more and then we would both end up being frustrated. We used to be so close and so much in love, and now it seems like at times we can barely stand each other. I don't know what is going to happen to us as a couple and us as a family.
If anyone out there can give me any advice I would greatly appreciate it- I feel so lost.







First, know that you can take as long as you need to process this experience as you need too. I had a pretty nasty time w/ds's birth and 17 months later, I still mourn it.

Mama, the only "complications" you had were the ones forced on you by the hospital's stupid procedures and the asinine actions of the stupid doctors and nurses.
We're seeing a marriage therapist for this and other reasons and it's so helpful to have a safe space to talk about this where he has to listen and there's a third party to facilitate our discussions.

My midwives, while better than an sOB, convinced me that next time I want a homebirth (they were a group practice through a hospital...) My doula was my savior 

