I am 23 years old and i was pregnant with my second child. Things were going great during the first trimester and that was very exciting for me, during my first pregnancy i had nothing but problems from the very beginning. I have always wanted a boy then a girl, and I said that if I got a girl this time I would be having no more children.
Everyone told me that I was going to have another boy and I believed them, but to my surprise I found out I was having a GIRL! My husband cried out of disappointment and I cried out of pure joy. My husband loves our daughter but was nervous since he knows nothing about woman or girls lol.
Anyway by my second trimester I was having really strong contractions, the doctors didn't think anything of it they said it was Braxton hicks contractions. One night in my 22ND week I was having contractions that were getting stronger and closer together once they were about every 5 minutes I headed to the hospital....
sure enough I was in LABOR! I had to have medication to stop the contractions and thankfully it did. I had a internal ultra sound done to measure my cervix and the found that it had shortened significantly.... they sent me home with the orders to be on complete bed rest ( only getting up to go to the restroom or take a 5 minute shower). Mind you I had a 2 year old at home...
I had my mother take my son most days and the other days my mother in law would come over to wait on me and clean my house. I hated it! I was 24 weeks pregnant went I was admitted to the hospital for three days, because I had gone into labor AGAIN!
This time they put me on medication to stop contractions and steroids to help the baby to develop. After three days everything calmed down and a week later I was taken off bed rest and instructed to take it very easy, my cervix had even gone back to almost normal length.
Other then being fat and completely miserable everything was going pretty good, the doctors said the baby was doing great and looked like she was going to be a big baby. Then at 34 weeks It was Thursday May 22ND at 5 pm i was walking up to my mothers door, my grandma was in town visiting and I went to see her, and my water broke.
I was shocked I wasn't having any contractions. I called my doctor and asked if I could wait a couple hours until I came in, since my water was clear and I wasn't having contractions she said it was ok.
I was set on not having any drugs...with my last pregnancy I had to be induced and Pitocin is EVIL, seriously those contractions were so fast and so strong I thought I was going to die and I didn't want to go through that again. So I went to Target and made my hubby park as far as he could so I could walk and try to bring on some contractions, and I hadn't bought a car seat yet and I didn't trust my hubby to buy the one I wanted.
Now my family thought I was crazy because here I am with my water broken wearing one of my sons diapers LOL walking around target buying baby stuff. When I was in the isle looking at car seats I was standing next to a woman who was 8 mos pregnant when I had my first strong contraction, I doubled over in pain....
That poor woman was so freaked out! At that point we decided it was time to go to the hospital. When I got there they did an ultra sound and found that I had very little amniotic fluid left and they want to get things going. At this point I wasn't having anymore contractions I begged them to give it more time... after an hour there were still no contractions and the baby wasn't showing activity like they want to see so.......
they said the last thing I wanted to hear PITOCIN. They started the drip and the contractions came fast I was in excruciating pain for hours, I finally decided that someone had to come in and check me because if I hadn't made any progress I needed an epidural.
They came in to check me and I hadn't dilated at all I was still at 4 cm and 70 % effaced that is where I was when I came in. I was devastated because I wanted to have a natural birth with no pitocin and no epidural. I waited another hour then opted for an epidural.
I asked them to give me as little as possible because I didn't want to be completely numb, I was numb for my son and I couldn't feel anything , it was hard to push and know when I was having contractions.
The epidural helped me to relax a little and that must of been just what I needed because I turned to tell my hubby that the baby was coming when the nurse and mid wife ran into my room because the baby's heart rate had dropped and wasn't going back up.
They wanted to check me and when she pulled up the sheet I heard her say "Hello baby Emma" I was so excited, the baby was crowning and it was time. This was the best experience I had, one pediatrician form the NICU, a nurse, and the midwife, the light was dim, everyone was calm and quiet.
My midwife sat at the end of my bed she didn't have to break it down . No one was counting and telling when to push, no one was holding my legs back, I let my body tell me when to push. Sure enough my daughter was born at3:34am on Friday May 23rd 2008 after 10 and half long hours of labour.
She was 5lbs4oz 17 in long. They let me see her for a few seconds before they gave her to the pediatrician. I was so worried about her since she was born 6 weeks early. I saw them giving her oxygen, they told me she was fine but they needed to take her to the transitional nursery. She was breathing too fast and they wanted to get her breathing regulated and her blood oxygen level up.
20 minutes later the nurse came in and said she was perfectly fine and as soon as I get in my new room I will be able to get her. At 5 am the nurse brought me my beautiful little girl, told me she was hungry and then left. I panicked... I planned on breastfeeding and I forgot everything about babies and feeding them, lol I think it was due to pure exhaustion.
I had a hard time because Emma was a preemie she had a hard time feeding from a bottle or breast. But things started going good when I noticed she was yellow.... she had Jaundice. I was sent home with My little girl 36 hours after giving birth, the Jaundice went away after a week, and she is now 6 mos old weighing 16lbs and is 21in long.
I am truly blessed that everything was ok and she was healthy, I hear so many horror stories about other mothers giving birth to children at 34 weeks and having to go home without them because they are in the NICU and have serious issues.
Overall I loved my birthing experience, comparing it to my first if I have another child I will definitely go to a midwife! Thanks for reading my story, I do love telling it LOL.
Sincerely, Krista May
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Home Birth
I went to the doctor the day after my due date. I was dilated to a 2 1/2. We scheduled a date to be induced, in case she wasn't born in the next 2 weeks. I left and started feeling kind of sick to my stomach and crampy. But I needed to go grocery shopping, so I bought a month's worth of groceries (about $300 worth) and started having contractions while shopping.
I figured I'd overdone it and they would stop when I got home and rested. They didn't. But they really weren't bad. They were about 5 minutes apart, but only lasting 30 seconds. I figured my baby would be born early the next morning.
I rested on the couch. My husband put our 2 year old to bed and laid on the other couch. We both dozed off. I would wake for each contraction but then doze off again. Then suddenly I was wide awake. The contractions were much worse. We called our neighbour who was going to stay with our two year old. She was asleep and said she'd be over in a few minutes.
I remember thinking that if I got to the hospital and was only a four I would need an epidural again. If I was at least a 7,I could tough it out. My neighbour came about 10 minutes later and helped me up. I walked across the room and literally felt like the baby was going to fall out. I told my husband we weren't going anywhere.
My neighbour/friend called 911. They asked if my water had broken and I said no, and it broke just as I said no. They had me lay down and breathe through contractions and my husband rushed around getting towels and stuff while my neighbour talked to the 911 operator and kept me breathing and calm.
The police arrived and were ready to deliver my baby (she was crowning without me even pushing) and then the paramedics arrived literally seconds before she was born. She was born at 10:35 PM on our living room couch. She was 7pounds, 11 ounces and was 20 inches long.
We were taken to the hospital in the ambulance and that was no fun. I went into shock and was shivering uncontrollably. The paramedic couldn't deliver the placenta (although the nurse was able to immediately after I arrived at the hospital) and every little bump felt jarring.
But we were healthy and she nursed well and everything was fine. I had been in labour a total of 6 1/2 or 7 hours, but literally went from almost no pain to being in active labour to delivery in less than 30 minutes.
I figured I'd overdone it and they would stop when I got home and rested. They didn't. But they really weren't bad. They were about 5 minutes apart, but only lasting 30 seconds. I figured my baby would be born early the next morning.
I rested on the couch. My husband put our 2 year old to bed and laid on the other couch. We both dozed off. I would wake for each contraction but then doze off again. Then suddenly I was wide awake. The contractions were much worse. We called our neighbour who was going to stay with our two year old. She was asleep and said she'd be over in a few minutes.
I remember thinking that if I got to the hospital and was only a four I would need an epidural again. If I was at least a 7,I could tough it out. My neighbour came about 10 minutes later and helped me up. I walked across the room and literally felt like the baby was going to fall out. I told my husband we weren't going anywhere.
My neighbour/friend called 911. They asked if my water had broken and I said no, and it broke just as I said no. They had me lay down and breathe through contractions and my husband rushed around getting towels and stuff while my neighbour talked to the 911 operator and kept me breathing and calm.
The police arrived and were ready to deliver my baby (she was crowning without me even pushing) and then the paramedics arrived literally seconds before she was born. She was born at 10:35 PM on our living room couch. She was 7pounds, 11 ounces and was 20 inches long.
We were taken to the hospital in the ambulance and that was no fun. I went into shock and was shivering uncontrollably. The paramedic couldn't deliver the placenta (although the nurse was able to immediately after I arrived at the hospital) and every little bump felt jarring.
But we were healthy and she nursed well and everything was fine. I had been in labour a total of 6 1/2 or 7 hours, but literally went from almost no pain to being in active labour to delivery in less than 30 minutes.
Owen
My second child Owen was born in 2006.
I was scheduled to be induced with this pregnancy 2 weeks before my due date due to the meconium scare with my first child. Everything went well until they broke my water. Once they did that the baby's heart rate kept dropping.
They had me lay in all kinds of different positions in my bed to see if that would help. I remember being on all fours on my bed, with my butt sticking up in the air, gown probably not covering it! The nurse had me lift my leg to check me and I was so embarrassed.
Then, in no time at all, a team of nurses and my doctor came rushing in to take me for surgery. I was SHOCKED because I had never imagined needing a c-section, yet here I was, baby in distress flying down the hall to the surgery room. I had never had a surgery before and having the c-section was like a dream.
They put that curtain up so that you can't see, yet I could feel tugging and pushing. It was like an ER episode only it was happening to me! Needless to say, Owen was born healthy and my husband was able to cut the cord that just happened to be around Owen's neck two times.
I was scheduled to be induced with this pregnancy 2 weeks before my due date due to the meconium scare with my first child. Everything went well until they broke my water. Once they did that the baby's heart rate kept dropping.
They had me lay in all kinds of different positions in my bed to see if that would help. I remember being on all fours on my bed, with my butt sticking up in the air, gown probably not covering it! The nurse had me lift my leg to check me and I was so embarrassed.
Then, in no time at all, a team of nurses and my doctor came rushing in to take me for surgery. I was SHOCKED because I had never imagined needing a c-section, yet here I was, baby in distress flying down the hall to the surgery room. I had never had a surgery before and having the c-section was like a dream.
They put that curtain up so that you can't see, yet I could feel tugging and pushing. It was like an ER episode only it was happening to me! Needless to say, Owen was born healthy and my husband was able to cut the cord that just happened to be around Owen's neck two times.
Baby Zac
Towards the end of my pregnancy, there was one major fear that I couldn't seem to shake...that my scar from the first caesarian would rupture if I had a natural labour this time around. My doctor told me it was a slight possibility.
That, together with the fact that my blood pressure was expected to be high again, led to the decision to have an elected caesarian the second time round. My doctor agreed. Knowing what day our child was going to be born was quite a convenience especially since we had a 23 month old toddler to organize as well.
On October 20th 2003, we had organized for my sister-in-law to baby sit our child Ashley while we arrived at hospital to get ready for the surgery.
While being prepped by the nurses, and on a gerney waiting to enter the operating theatre, much like an airplane waiting for its turn to take off on the tarmac, I waited for my spot to become available. A lovely nurse was chatting to me and my husband and asked if we knew the sex of our baby. 'Yes', I told her, 'we're having another boy'. 'Have you picked a name?' she asked us to which I replied 'yes, but we'd like to keep it to ourselves for now, just in case'. Then she said to us, 'I bet I can guess it'... So I thought, ok, this could be fun. Go for it.
So she starts looking at me and my husband, thinking real hard and staring us up and down. 'Joshua!' she says. I told her she was close, we had picked that name originally but decided against it as there was already a Joshua somewhere among the distant cousins. Then she stopped, looked at us, slammed her hand down on the table and says 'I've got it.... its Zac!'
My mouth just dropped to the floor. The words were unable to come out. My husband looks at me and we both were like....'how the hell did you guess that? You're absolutely right!!!" I couldn't believe she had guessed it, out of all the boys names in the world she could've picked, she was right!
Throughout the whole entire caesasrian, all I could think about was how in the world that nurse guessed the name of our healthy baby boy, Zac!!! He was not as big as his brother, 8lb 1oz and all went well with the surgery.
Tammy (Australia)
That, together with the fact that my blood pressure was expected to be high again, led to the decision to have an elected caesarian the second time round. My doctor agreed. Knowing what day our child was going to be born was quite a convenience especially since we had a 23 month old toddler to organize as well.
On October 20th 2003, we had organized for my sister-in-law to baby sit our child Ashley while we arrived at hospital to get ready for the surgery.
While being prepped by the nurses, and on a gerney waiting to enter the operating theatre, much like an airplane waiting for its turn to take off on the tarmac, I waited for my spot to become available. A lovely nurse was chatting to me and my husband and asked if we knew the sex of our baby. 'Yes', I told her, 'we're having another boy'. 'Have you picked a name?' she asked us to which I replied 'yes, but we'd like to keep it to ourselves for now, just in case'. Then she said to us, 'I bet I can guess it'... So I thought, ok, this could be fun. Go for it.
So she starts looking at me and my husband, thinking real hard and staring us up and down. 'Joshua!' she says. I told her she was close, we had picked that name originally but decided against it as there was already a Joshua somewhere among the distant cousins. Then she stopped, looked at us, slammed her hand down on the table and says 'I've got it.... its Zac!'
My mouth just dropped to the floor. The words were unable to come out. My husband looks at me and we both were like....'how the hell did you guess that? You're absolutely right!!!" I couldn't believe she had guessed it, out of all the boys names in the world she could've picked, she was right!
Throughout the whole entire caesasrian, all I could think about was how in the world that nurse guessed the name of our healthy baby boy, Zac!!! He was not as big as his brother, 8lb 1oz and all went well with the surgery.
Tammy (Australia)
Elizabeth Hawthorne
I've attached the birth story of my last baby. I had NOT previously had a caesarian, but during natural labour with my second child, my uterus ruptured and had to be removed. The cause was the syntocinon they used to induce my labour. The hospital told me they hadn't seen a case like mine in 20 years. It happens to 6 in 100 000 women.
Elizabeth Hawthorne's Story.
At 8:20pm on the 3rd of September 2008 my waters broke. I rang the hospital and was told to head to the hospital. After waiting around for Troy we arrived at the hospital at around 11pm.
We were asked to sit in the waiting area and were there for a few hours before I was examined by a doctor. She said that I was barely dilated – maybe 1cm. I was taken to my room in the ward at around 4:30am. Troy went home to sleep. I was having very irregular contractions, maybe one every 20 to 30 minutes and they weren’t very strong. I was offered a sleeping pill but I didn’t want the contractions to stop. I ended up falling asleep and the contractions slowed down. These contractions lasted for two days.
The midwives took my OBS every 4 hours and they used the fetal monitor but I don’t remember how often. I was told that I was booked in to be induced on Friday morning but the birthing suite was too busy and I was pushed back to the afternoon. The day was getting later and I was told that I might have to wait until Saturday morning, but we were called down at 6:30pm on Friday night. At 9pm they started the syntocinon drip.
I was not spoken to about the drug at all. I was unaware of the side effects and was not given any other option. The contractions became stronger and more regular. The midwife was using the fetal monitor and was continually having trouble with the machine. I was having contractions and the machine wasn’t reading them. She even went to another room and got a different machine but continued to have trouble keeping track of mycontractions.
I remember all of the midwives complaining about how the machines never work and that they need to invent a new way of monitoring contractions. A few times the midwives sat beside me with their hand on my stomach for about 10 minutes so that they could monitor the contractions themselves.
At 11:30pm I was given an epidural. Afterwards the midwife checked and found that I was 4cm dilated. I slept for a while until around 1:30am when I started feeling uncomfortable. I began to feel the contractions in my right side. The midwife called the anesthetist but while we were waiting for him the contractions suddenly became very severe.
I was aware that my left side was still numb but the contractions were so strong that it didn’t feel like I was numb at all. The pain was excruciating. I was shaking from head to foot. I kept asking for the anesthetist to fix the epidural but the doctor checked and found that I was 10cm dilated. It was too late to worry about fixing the epidural but they did give me a stronger dosage for the side that was still numb.
At this point I believe the syntocinon drip was turned down. The Doctor said that we needed to get the baby out now. That was the first time I felt worried. While we were waiting for the next contraction the doctor was telling me how important it was that the baby come out in the first push. She said that the baby’s heart rate was dropping. I was feeling very sick and started to throw up. I can’t really remember how many times I pushed, maybe twice, but I remember the doctor saying how good I was and that the baby came out in the first push, at 2:37am.
As she came out I saw that the placenta had come out with her. She didn’t make any sounds or show any sign of life. The doctors immediately took her over to the other table and began pumping her chest and giving her oxygen. I was still throwing up and cried uncontrollably while we watched the doctors’ work on our baby. I can’t remember who told us or when but we were told that the placenta had ruptured and that the baby was born without a heart beat and not breathing.
They said that they got oxygen into her as soon as they could. I can’t remember if her heart was beating before they took her out of the room. Neither Troy nor I got to touch or even really see her before they took her away. Almost immediately after she left the room I was overcome with exhaustion. I could not keep my eyes open. I remember the doctors trying to talk to me and not being able to concentrate on anything they said.
They let me sleep for about 20 minutes and Troy was allowed to go to the nursery to see the baby. While he was gone the doctor came and woke me up to give me stitches for the episiotomy that I didn’t even know I had had.
The second she woke me up I began throwing up. I was having severe stomach pains but I was so exhausted that I slept through the whole thing. I remember the doctor trying to tell me that she needed to give me some medicine in my rectum. I don’t remember it being put in. While in the middle of being extremely tired, I continued to complain of stomach pains. I was told that they could be afterbirth pains but I knew it felt different.
One midwife guessed that I might have strained a muscle. The pains got worse and worse and eventually a few different doctors were called in to examine me. I was sent to have an x-ray and ultrasound at around 11am. Lying down on the bed to have the ultrasound was excruciating.
Afterwards I was allowed to go to the nursery to see my baby for the first time. I was with her for about 10 minutes and then they took me back to the birthing suite. A doctor came in not long after I got back and told me that they saw some blood in the ultrasound and that it could mean 3 different things but most likely it meant that there was a hole in my uterus. She said that I needed to go into surgery to fix the hole and that it would be a quick 40 minute procedure.
She said that in the future I would need to have caesarean births. She made it very clear that the worst case scenario would be that the hole would be too big to repair and that they would have to remove it. I distinctly remember her reassuring me that that would not happen. I wasn’t very worried at all and certainly did not expect to have the outcome that we did.
I was taken into surgery at about 3pm. After surgery they woke me up and I was in the most pain Ihave ever experienced. I couldn’t believe how bad it was. A Doctor came and explained to me that the tear had gone straight through my uterus, cervix and down through the vaginal wall. He said that it was irreparable and had to be taken out completely, in order to save my life.
I was taken to ICU where I saw my mother and Troy. By this time I had been given enough drugs that I wasn’t in pain anymore. I slept there until 5am when they came in to move me because they needed the room. I was taken to a birthing suite where a midwife took care of me. I stayed in that room until Tuesday morning, when I was moved up to my room in the Ward.
As they were moving me, at around 11:30am, somehow one of the drains from my wound had been undone and there was blood all over the bed. I called for a midwife and she reattached them. The second she did this I felt a massive sharp pain and screamed.
Another midwife, Jo, told me that they needed to let the air out of the tubes and they did this very slowly but it was extremely painful. After they were finished I continued to have sharp pains in my right side – about one every 30 to 60 seconds.Each one was painful enough to make me scream. Jo stayed with me the whole time, when she wasn’t trying to get attention from Doctors and pain relief people.
I don’t know how long it took for everyone to get there, but it seemed like forever. Doctor Will came and said that they weren’t sure what was causing the pain and they didn’t want to take the drains out, just incase they would have to put them back in again. He said that we needed to get the pain under control before they made a decision about what to do. Somebody increased my morphine drip. It calmed me down and I was able to focus more, but the pain was still unbearable.
It wasn’t until 6pm that the drain was finally taken out and immediately the pain was gone. I think of that time as being equally, if not more painful than the birth. The next day Lilah was brought to my room and I was allowed to keep her with me for good!
Elizabeth Hawthorne.
Elizabeth Hawthorne's Story.
At 8:20pm on the 3rd of September 2008 my waters broke. I rang the hospital and was told to head to the hospital. After waiting around for Troy we arrived at the hospital at around 11pm.
We were asked to sit in the waiting area and were there for a few hours before I was examined by a doctor. She said that I was barely dilated – maybe 1cm. I was taken to my room in the ward at around 4:30am. Troy went home to sleep. I was having very irregular contractions, maybe one every 20 to 30 minutes and they weren’t very strong. I was offered a sleeping pill but I didn’t want the contractions to stop. I ended up falling asleep and the contractions slowed down. These contractions lasted for two days.
The midwives took my OBS every 4 hours and they used the fetal monitor but I don’t remember how often. I was told that I was booked in to be induced on Friday morning but the birthing suite was too busy and I was pushed back to the afternoon. The day was getting later and I was told that I might have to wait until Saturday morning, but we were called down at 6:30pm on Friday night. At 9pm they started the syntocinon drip.
I was not spoken to about the drug at all. I was unaware of the side effects and was not given any other option. The contractions became stronger and more regular. The midwife was using the fetal monitor and was continually having trouble with the machine. I was having contractions and the machine wasn’t reading them. She even went to another room and got a different machine but continued to have trouble keeping track of mycontractions.
I remember all of the midwives complaining about how the machines never work and that they need to invent a new way of monitoring contractions. A few times the midwives sat beside me with their hand on my stomach for about 10 minutes so that they could monitor the contractions themselves.
At 11:30pm I was given an epidural. Afterwards the midwife checked and found that I was 4cm dilated. I slept for a while until around 1:30am when I started feeling uncomfortable. I began to feel the contractions in my right side. The midwife called the anesthetist but while we were waiting for him the contractions suddenly became very severe.
I was aware that my left side was still numb but the contractions were so strong that it didn’t feel like I was numb at all. The pain was excruciating. I was shaking from head to foot. I kept asking for the anesthetist to fix the epidural but the doctor checked and found that I was 10cm dilated. It was too late to worry about fixing the epidural but they did give me a stronger dosage for the side that was still numb.
At this point I believe the syntocinon drip was turned down. The Doctor said that we needed to get the baby out now. That was the first time I felt worried. While we were waiting for the next contraction the doctor was telling me how important it was that the baby come out in the first push. She said that the baby’s heart rate was dropping. I was feeling very sick and started to throw up. I can’t really remember how many times I pushed, maybe twice, but I remember the doctor saying how good I was and that the baby came out in the first push, at 2:37am.
As she came out I saw that the placenta had come out with her. She didn’t make any sounds or show any sign of life. The doctors immediately took her over to the other table and began pumping her chest and giving her oxygen. I was still throwing up and cried uncontrollably while we watched the doctors’ work on our baby. I can’t remember who told us or when but we were told that the placenta had ruptured and that the baby was born without a heart beat and not breathing.
They said that they got oxygen into her as soon as they could. I can’t remember if her heart was beating before they took her out of the room. Neither Troy nor I got to touch or even really see her before they took her away. Almost immediately after she left the room I was overcome with exhaustion. I could not keep my eyes open. I remember the doctors trying to talk to me and not being able to concentrate on anything they said.
They let me sleep for about 20 minutes and Troy was allowed to go to the nursery to see the baby. While he was gone the doctor came and woke me up to give me stitches for the episiotomy that I didn’t even know I had had.
The second she woke me up I began throwing up. I was having severe stomach pains but I was so exhausted that I slept through the whole thing. I remember the doctor trying to tell me that she needed to give me some medicine in my rectum. I don’t remember it being put in. While in the middle of being extremely tired, I continued to complain of stomach pains. I was told that they could be afterbirth pains but I knew it felt different.
One midwife guessed that I might have strained a muscle. The pains got worse and worse and eventually a few different doctors were called in to examine me. I was sent to have an x-ray and ultrasound at around 11am. Lying down on the bed to have the ultrasound was excruciating.
Afterwards I was allowed to go to the nursery to see my baby for the first time. I was with her for about 10 minutes and then they took me back to the birthing suite. A doctor came in not long after I got back and told me that they saw some blood in the ultrasound and that it could mean 3 different things but most likely it meant that there was a hole in my uterus. She said that I needed to go into surgery to fix the hole and that it would be a quick 40 minute procedure.
She said that in the future I would need to have caesarean births. She made it very clear that the worst case scenario would be that the hole would be too big to repair and that they would have to remove it. I distinctly remember her reassuring me that that would not happen. I wasn’t very worried at all and certainly did not expect to have the outcome that we did.
I was taken into surgery at about 3pm. After surgery they woke me up and I was in the most pain Ihave ever experienced. I couldn’t believe how bad it was. A Doctor came and explained to me that the tear had gone straight through my uterus, cervix and down through the vaginal wall. He said that it was irreparable and had to be taken out completely, in order to save my life.
I was taken to ICU where I saw my mother and Troy. By this time I had been given enough drugs that I wasn’t in pain anymore. I slept there until 5am when they came in to move me because they needed the room. I was taken to a birthing suite where a midwife took care of me. I stayed in that room until Tuesday morning, when I was moved up to my room in the Ward.
As they were moving me, at around 11:30am, somehow one of the drains from my wound had been undone and there was blood all over the bed. I called for a midwife and she reattached them. The second she did this I felt a massive sharp pain and screamed.
Another midwife, Jo, told me that they needed to let the air out of the tubes and they did this very slowly but it was extremely painful. After they were finished I continued to have sharp pains in my right side – about one every 30 to 60 seconds.Each one was painful enough to make me scream. Jo stayed with me the whole time, when she wasn’t trying to get attention from Doctors and pain relief people.
I don’t know how long it took for everyone to get there, but it seemed like forever. Doctor Will came and said that they weren’t sure what was causing the pain and they didn’t want to take the drains out, just incase they would have to put them back in again. He said that we needed to get the pain under control before they made a decision about what to do. Somebody increased my morphine drip. It calmed me down and I was able to focus more, but the pain was still unbearable.
It wasn’t until 6pm that the drain was finally taken out and immediately the pain was gone. I think of that time as being equally, if not more painful than the birth. The next day Lilah was brought to my room and I was allowed to keep her with me for good!
Elizabeth Hawthorne.
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