Post by quantumrose on Jul 9, 2015 20:07:46 GMT
I have been meaning to do this for a very long time but since being pregnant my previous births have been coming up in my thoughts a lot. One birth I use as a reassurance that everything can go well and the other for understanding my fear surrounding medical procedures and health care professionals.
So, I'll start with my first birth, the birth of my daughter Evie.
My pregnancy had been straight forward except for one reoccuring problem, everytime anyone went near me with a blood pressure cuff I freaked out. I had what I now realise were panic attacks and this set off a cascade of events which I still suffer for now. Firstly, I was sent to my doctor because my BP was 160/70. It was a long journey to the doctors and I tried to stay calm, knowing that I'd have my BP taken. When I finally got into her office it was worse than I thought. She told me that if I don't keep my BP down I'd have to go on medication and likely as not be induced. Induction leads to epidurals often and epidurals, sometimes to C-sections. So to keep on drinking the camomile tea and chill the hell out. I went into a trance for a while, worrying about this cascade of intervention that would ineviatably happen if I couldn't relax when I had my BP taken. When I took it at home it was ALWAYS fine. So I started keeping a diary of the readings and took them to my next midwife appointment, where she read them, said "It's going to be ok, don't go back to the doctor and stop taking your BP at home, it's scaring you and you don't need to" I cried. Alot. She was so, so lovely. It was the first time at 30 weeks pregnant that anyone had told me what I needed to hear, that it was going to be ok. I'd been so terrified that I hadn't even realised that being reassured was an option.
So, on to 40 weeks pregnant and one night, while watching Superman, my waters broke. i was so excited! I phoned the labor ward and they said to come in the following morning if nothing happens tonight. I had quite intense contractions but by the morning, nothing. So I went up to the hospital and they told me that because of the risk of infection, they induse within 24 hrs if I haven't had the baby but to go home and come back that evening. So I had some acupuncture and waited.....
We went up to the hospital that evening, where they sent Ben home and told hime to come back the following morning at 8. I had a horrible evening, I missed him so much.
In the morning they took me down to the labor ward to start the induction. I kept saying that I needed to wait for my partner to arrive but nobody seemed to care in the slightest. This was when the fear set in. My body was not my own and events were out of my control. At 7.30 they put a canula in to give me the induction drugs. The contractions hit me like a ton of bricks and Ben arrived, looking equally as terrified. The canula tissued and they had to get another anesthetist. This happened 13 times before they reaslised that the machine that I was hooked up to was broken. I had been coping really well with the contractions but was seriously losing my shit by this point and totally broke down. I was a pincusion and my hands had swollen so much I couldn't make a fist because of all the fluids they were giving me. I tried to stay mobile, I tried to stay positive but none of the hcp were talking to us and to be honest, by this point, I didn't trust them.
So 24 hours later, one of the midwives persauded us that an epidural was the only way to go. I didn't want one, I didn't feel tired, I was coping but my will was really broken by this point. I had the epidural and had a sleep. When I woke they were keen to see how far I'd prgressed. After nearly 36 hours, I was 5cm dilated. THAT was crushing. The midwife spoke to a OB in the doorway, the OB was clear that the labor ward was busy and that they couldnt wait for me any longer, I had to have a c-section. The midwife fought my corner so fabulously, that the OB agreed to give me another hour to progress. The pressure was on again. But thankfully, by some miracle, when they checked again I was 9cm dilated. So I was allowed to stay.....The next 2 hours are really detailed in my mind because I've gone over them umpteen times (a side effect of PTSD) and became obsessed with timings and what did who and said what. Plus, I'm chickening out from writing it tonight, so I'll come back and write the rest another time. Good to get it down.....
So, I'll start with my first birth, the birth of my daughter Evie.
My pregnancy had been straight forward except for one reoccuring problem, everytime anyone went near me with a blood pressure cuff I freaked out. I had what I now realise were panic attacks and this set off a cascade of events which I still suffer for now. Firstly, I was sent to my doctor because my BP was 160/70. It was a long journey to the doctors and I tried to stay calm, knowing that I'd have my BP taken. When I finally got into her office it was worse than I thought. She told me that if I don't keep my BP down I'd have to go on medication and likely as not be induced. Induction leads to epidurals often and epidurals, sometimes to C-sections. So to keep on drinking the camomile tea and chill the hell out. I went into a trance for a while, worrying about this cascade of intervention that would ineviatably happen if I couldn't relax when I had my BP taken. When I took it at home it was ALWAYS fine. So I started keeping a diary of the readings and took them to my next midwife appointment, where she read them, said "It's going to be ok, don't go back to the doctor and stop taking your BP at home, it's scaring you and you don't need to" I cried. Alot. She was so, so lovely. It was the first time at 30 weeks pregnant that anyone had told me what I needed to hear, that it was going to be ok. I'd been so terrified that I hadn't even realised that being reassured was an option.
So, on to 40 weeks pregnant and one night, while watching Superman, my waters broke. i was so excited! I phoned the labor ward and they said to come in the following morning if nothing happens tonight. I had quite intense contractions but by the morning, nothing. So I went up to the hospital and they told me that because of the risk of infection, they induse within 24 hrs if I haven't had the baby but to go home and come back that evening. So I had some acupuncture and waited.....
We went up to the hospital that evening, where they sent Ben home and told hime to come back the following morning at 8. I had a horrible evening, I missed him so much.
In the morning they took me down to the labor ward to start the induction. I kept saying that I needed to wait for my partner to arrive but nobody seemed to care in the slightest. This was when the fear set in. My body was not my own and events were out of my control. At 7.30 they put a canula in to give me the induction drugs. The contractions hit me like a ton of bricks and Ben arrived, looking equally as terrified. The canula tissued and they had to get another anesthetist. This happened 13 times before they reaslised that the machine that I was hooked up to was broken. I had been coping really well with the contractions but was seriously losing my shit by this point and totally broke down. I was a pincusion and my hands had swollen so much I couldn't make a fist because of all the fluids they were giving me. I tried to stay mobile, I tried to stay positive but none of the hcp were talking to us and to be honest, by this point, I didn't trust them.
So 24 hours later, one of the midwives persauded us that an epidural was the only way to go. I didn't want one, I didn't feel tired, I was coping but my will was really broken by this point. I had the epidural and had a sleep. When I woke they were keen to see how far I'd prgressed. After nearly 36 hours, I was 5cm dilated. THAT was crushing. The midwife spoke to a OB in the doorway, the OB was clear that the labor ward was busy and that they couldnt wait for me any longer, I had to have a c-section. The midwife fought my corner so fabulously, that the OB agreed to give me another hour to progress. The pressure was on again. But thankfully, by some miracle, when they checked again I was 9cm dilated. So I was allowed to stay.....The next 2 hours are really detailed in my mind because I've gone over them umpteen times (a side effect of PTSD) and became obsessed with timings and what did who and said what. Plus, I'm chickening out from writing it tonight, so I'll come back and write the rest another time. Good to get it down.....