- 3 years ago
On Thursday, I went to my OB appointment and had a membrane sweep. I started getting pretty good contractions, and got excited and dropped my 3 year off with her grandparents, as per plan. Very late Thursday night, I started throwing up and getting horrible diarheaa, many, many times. In the morning I called the birthing unit and said I needed to come in and get an IV of fluids. They made me wait several hours because they needed to keep me away from the healthy pregnant ladies. I was attached to a fetal monitor, and her heart rate was 150 all the time, and during contractions, it would go to 180 or 190. However, after one (and only one) bag of fluids, my contractions calmed down and they told me this wasn’t true labour, patted me on the head, and sent me home. They also put my IV in my dominant hand without asking, and forced me to fill out paperwork out with it in, and then ripped it out and made me finish the paperwork still bleeding all over. The nurse didn’t even help me to get dressed, even though I was very sick.
Since it was Friday evening by this time, I called my OB and left a voicemail saying I wanted a tranfer to another hospital to give birth at, bcause of my poor experience. On Monday, my doctor called and said she would try to give me a referral to an OB in another city, but time was running very late.
And of course, tuesday Morning at 7:40 I woke up to my water breaking. I called my FI to come home, and made arrangements for my daughter who was home again by that time. I had a shower, and by the time half an hour had passed my contractions were getting very painful. By the time we got to the hospital, they were probably 2 or 3 minutes apart, and almost unmanageable. When the nurses accessed me, she started looking for the fetal heart rate but couldn’t find it. She called someone else to look, and niether could they. At this point I was having almost constant contractions and asked for an epidural. An doctor with an ultrasound machine came in and looked, and turned to me and said very slowly “I’m 99 percent sure your baby is gone.” I started shaking uncontrollably, and they checked me again and I was at 5CM. I said in a very small voice “Please just cut her out of me. I can’t do this.
They were still trying to get an IV in me and get bloodwork done for my epidural (which I KNOW I didn’t need with my first, and I’d had bloodwork done at the hospital 3 days prior. They wheeled me into another room with a better ultrasound room, and confirmed what I was already sure of. My baby didn’t make it. Within two minutes from being told I was 5CM, I told them I wanted to push and they ran me on a stretcher to a delivery room. As soon as I got there, they let me start pushing and she was out within two minutes (no pain meds whasoever)
They let us see her and hold her. She was so beautiful.
I would give anything to go back in time to Monday night when I was still worrying about gaining weight and stretch marks and how hard it was going to be to look after a newborn and a toddler. Anything.