Ok, here goes.
I've been putting off replying to this, or talking about my birth at all - because it's all a bit raw, but since everyone else has been brave, I think i'll give it a go.
I wasn't happy about the way I was treated before they induced me, (I wasn't sure why I even needed to be induced - no one explained at all, and I also wanted to be induced as naturally as possible, rather than be pumped full of unnecessary hormones) but when I asked questions I was basically told to stop being awkward and do what I was told - or go against medical advice and put my baby at risk. I was so upset by the way they were treating me that I couldn't stop crying (this is before they started inducing me) so they shoved me in a side room - pumped me full of prostin, and then buggered off.
I ended up having a very fast labour (about half an hour), and gave birth in the ante-natal ward, Neil almost had to deliver Emily because they were so short staffed. If anyone had listened to me beforehand - they would have known that my last labour was very short (although not this short!) and I would have been on the delivery suit before they started messing about with me!
But for me, the worst bit - is that I had a massive bleed after the birth, this was so scary - all of a sudden my baby was whisked away from me, and the room was full of people. I was given injections without being told what was happening, and then put on a drip - which basically forced my uterus to contract, and was very painful (waaay worse than labour!) I was struggling to cope with the pain, but no one cared, and I was only given paracetamol. I kept being told that they were short staffed, and that I was taking up 2 midwives that were very busy - which made me feel awful.
After a few hours, I was still bleeding, and they finally managed to find me a bed in the delivery unit - so I was moved down there, and told that the bleed was coming from a second degree tear - which needed to be stitched straight away or "you'll be too weak to even hold your baby in a couple of hours" despite being told earlier that it was just a graze and that it would heal on it's own. At this point I kicked off big style (I think they used the word "hysterical" when they wrote about it in my notes!) it was all too much by that point, and memories from being stitched up last time (after I had Abby) came flooding back (I had a second degree tear - but the local anastethic didn't work, and I felt everything).
I point blank refused to have stitches (or talk about it any more!) until I had had some time to bond with my baby, I also asked why I had to stay on the very strong drip, if the bleed wasn't coming from my uterus - no one was very sure. Anyway, after a while, they examined me again and said that the tear wasn't bleeding very much, and that it might be ok after all (it was - it healed fine) so I am very glad I had my little hissy fit - otherwise I would have been stitched up for no reason.
I think the worst bit of it all, was the moment they told me I would need stitches - just because it sparked such awful memories from last time, so I now feel like I have 2 traumatic births to get over - rather than just one, but at least now I know what I am dealing with, and we can move on.
I have made a complaint about all the things that happened, and the matron in charge of the unit is investigating, she's going to come and see me at home and talk through everything that happened - and then I will make a decision about what to do next. They have also offered me counselling (if I want it) to help me come to terms with it all, but I am going to make a decision about that after I have spoken to the Matron.
Oh gosh that was a bit epic wasn't it? Sorry for posting such a long reply - but it did feel good to get it all down. I'm so glad I've got your girls to talk to, because very few people in the "real world" know the full story of everything that happened.
Hugs.
Nx