- 3 years ago
- Wedding: March 2013
i’m a brit living in mexico so somewof my experiences in the hospital will be quite different from people back home!
I’d been having irregular contractions for 2-3 days, just enough to mess with my sleep at night but not enough to give me any hope that the baby was actually on his way any time soon. i lost a small piece of my mucus plug about a week before my due date but nothing to get excited about! On Wednesday the 12<sup>th</sup> feb, the day before my due date, I started lightly bleeding and realised it was most likely my bloody show. I realised my contractions were coming every 20 mins or so, so I told my doctor (as he had asked for lots of advance warning) and he told me I could come in at lunchtime for a checkup. In hindsight, this was a mistake.
When he checked me he found I was 3cm dilated and decided that I could be admitted to the hospital even though the contractions were still very far apart. The contractions were like mild period pains and easily manageable – they didn’t bother me at all, to the point where I was giggling as they rushed me to the ward in a wheelchair as I could have easily walked by myself!! i had expected to be sent home so the idea i wouldn’t be leaving until the baby came was quite a shock! i hadn’t eaten since early that morning so i was pretty disappointed to be told i wasn’t allowed food or drink from then on, only IV fluids/
I arrived and was a little bit surprised to be told id be given an enema…I had no idea hospitals still did that! but it wasn’t that bad luckily. They also put an IV in. My doctor decided I should be put on a Pitocin drip to speed things along rather than letting things progress naturally. Over the next few hours this ramped up the contractions to a horrendous level…they were coming closer and closer and were incredibly strong. They also put the fetal monitoring belt on so mostly I was lying in bed rather than moving around except when I asked them to disconnect it briefly so I could stand and see if it helped. I was told there were no pain relief options other than the epidural and I couldn’t have that until labor was well established and I was dilated at least past 4cm. several hours later the contractions were 2 minutes apart ande felt like they were going on forever and I was finding it increasingly hard to cope. The doctor came to check me and told me I was still only 3cm dilated even though my water had broken. He checked me again an hour later…same thing. At this point I started to cry hysterically and said I couldn’t manage the pain. He reiterated that there were no options available to me to relieve the pain and said I could wait if I wanted but he didn’t know whether I would progress or not (very helpful). He suggested a csection as an option and whilst it hadn’t been what I wanted I decided it was the best option. I still don’t understand why gas and air, or some of the other options available back home in the UK weren’t an option.the nurse kept saying “control the pain, don’t let it control you” but I just couldn’t/ breathing exercises and relaxation techniques did nothing for me….they didn’t help at all.
They took me off the Pitocin and it was an agonising 45min-1 hour wait for the anaesthesiologist to arrive. I actually don’t remember feeling the epidural at all which surprised me as I had been quite scared of it. After that…things get very hazy. I hardly remember the birth or the time after. I kind of remember feeling a lot of tugging, hearing the baby cry,and talking to my husband after the surgery (though not what about) and that’s it. I also remember my legs feeling incredibly heavy and trying to wiggle toes as it freaked me out. Oh and the shaking, uncontrollable shaking. i had been wondering early on where my dh was, he said after he had been told to only come in at the moment the baby was pulled out. Then I think he went with the baby somewhere? I have sort of hazy flashes of memory, I think they overdid the pain meds a little bit as my friends remember their csections clearly.
I woke up the next day not having a clue where my baby was or what he looked like and being paranoid about them bringing me the right baby.it made me feel horribly stressed, and I kept saying “how will I know hes my baby” but equally feeling very distressed that he wasn’t there when I woke up. I didn’t feel very connected to him when he arrived and they took him away a short while earlier. In mexico its apparently quite common that the baby stays in the nursery and just comes for short visits. They also had bizarre rules that if your room wasn’t 27 degrees they wouldn’t bring you your baby, which when youre sweating excess fluids from a csection is a nightmare!! There was also at least one occasion where I asked to see my son to be told he was resting and they refused to bring him! I asked for help breastfeeding and got the wonderful gem of advice from a surly nurse “put your nipple in his mouth” as she stomped off. Yeah, thanks a lot bitch! We never did figure out breastfeeding as he had a horrendous latch and now im an exclusive pumper. But that’s another story! My inlaws camped out in my room ALL day watching tv which was horribly overwhelming and when ever they left to eat I ended up crying. In fact I cried a lot the entire first week generally, it kind of sucked all round. id expected to be out and about shortly after the birth and hadnt factored in a csection recovering at all.
The first 2 days I was very uncomfortable and tired but it was managed with the pain meds so it wasn’t as bad as I expected. I couldn’t get out of bed even if I wanted to as I still had a catheter and IV in so I couldn’t help with diaper changes or practical things for the baby.it made me feel a bit left out as my inlaws fussed around him and interacted with him more than me. i seemed to just get passed him to eat :S. Around Friday lunch time they took the catheter and said I should try to stand and walk a little bit within the room which was slow but fine. I took a shower which made me feel a million times better! They also took out the IV and the epidural thing in my back (they gave me an extra dose morphine on the Thursday but a half dose thank god so i wasnt a zombie). Saturday we left around lunchtime as my husband had cabin fever and didn’t want to keep the room till midnight. The journey back was a bit tough – where we live the roads have a LOT of speed bumps which made it quite painful. i wore a post partum belt which made me feel quite supported and much better than having stomach out. I made it up the stairs to my bedroom which was very hard…and then couldn’t manage stairs for a week so got stuck there haha. One week later I was pretty much back to normal! Could do the stairs slowly, take care of baby without help etc. the only thing that was tricky was getting up from reclining position on bed while holding baby as my abdominal muscles weren’t up to it. after that i started taking short walks around the block to build my strength. i was still a bit weak…the doctors checkup and paediatrician visit at the 10 day mark wiped me out completely and exhausted me, but getting better every day.
I do wonder what would have happened if I hadn’t have gone to the doctor and let labor progress naturally, and if I hadn’t have been in a hospital where they were constantly whipping the baby away from me. Luckily we have bonded now and things are going very well!!