Day Three Continued
The attending on day three once again did not want to perform a c-section, despite their promises from the night before. The attending on this morning mentioned:
- breaking my water
- sending me home
Both options were absolutely not happening. The first option, while he may have thought that sounded reasonable, was completely unreasonable for someone who had an epidural for the last 24 hours, 3 Pitocin drips over 3 days, 2 Cervadils, and 5 foley bulb insertion tries with 1 being successful. The time to break my water was after the 1st Pitocin drip or the 2nd but definitely NOT after the 3rd one! The second option of sending me home was even more ridiculous. They had manually dilated me to 5cm, I was bleeding everywhere and they just had tried to force Lydia out for 3 days. How could they possibly promise me that she would not be in distress while I was at home for an unforeseen amount of time? Plus, didn’t the first two doctors tell me they didn’t want to send me home since my doctor apparently “ordered me there for a reason?”
At this moment, I lost it. I put up with a lot in the prior three days but they had to do something decisive and stop playing games every time there was a shift change! I demanded that they prep me for a c-section which is pretty sad I had to make this decision and finally the residents (yes, the RESIDENTS) convinced the attending this was the right path and started prepping me for surgery.
I was so scared to go into the delivery room. Rob was not able to come with me until I was on the table and ready for the surgery to begin. Both of us were very nervous but after three days of waiting for her to arrive, we were so excited to be so close to meeting her!
She was born at 2:29pm on Wednesday, October 17, 2012. She weighed 7 lbs 8.2 ounces and was 19.25 inches long.
They had prepared me with an antacid, but this did not help. I am not quite sure if she had been born yet or not but I remember the surgery turned a corner from feeling bad to awful and I started throwing up everywhere. I also lost a lot of blood and became severely anemic on the table, Rob was very worried about me to so I sent him to look after Lydia for the duration of the surgery. Lydia was absolutely perfect! Rob brought her over to meet me for the first time and I cried.
When the attending that did not want to deliver me was finished, he turned to the resident on my right side and said “good job for your first time!” Right in front of me as I am bleeding everywhere and going in and out of consciousness (which is not normal) from the blood loss!
Rob held her for over an hour in the recovery room because I had lost so much blood, I was unable to take care of her. Everyone was encouraging me to nurse, but I didn’t believe I had the strength to do it. Rob gently pushed me to try so that I could bond with her and she was screaming her head off in his arms.
As you can see, I was in desperate need of a blood transfusion, I had lost all color in my face, eyes and lips. It took them 36 hours to get it to me. It wasn’t until 5am the next morning that a doctor came to discuss the fact that the anemia was rapidly getting worse. At this point, they had woken me up after I just fallen asleep for the first time in days so I asked them to come back in a few hours.
At 9pm on 10-18-12 they finally got the blood transfusion started. I paged the nurse several times throughout that day letting them know I wanted it and that I was experiencing bad symptoms that were related to not having one yet.
I am unhappy to say that not only was the care they provided before Lydia was born not reasonable, their lack of responsiveness afterwards was equally unacceptable. No one could give me an answer as to why a doctor could not come and speak with me nor why the blood had not been ordered.
It got worse though. I was told Lydia had lost 2 ounces two days after her birth, she was not having an easy time feeding but then the next nurse told me it was actually 1.2 lbs! She was only 7.8 at birth. I demanded they weigh her again and tell me which one it was and they said “it was an error, she only lost 2 ounces.” However, when my pediatrician got there he said it was 1.2 lbs and supplementation was necessary. How could they get that so wrong? It is one thing to not treat me right, but to not be efficient enough to take an accurate weight on my daughter?
Needless to say, the next time around I have several concerns:
- I want the same provider who treats me during the pregnancy to deliver me **updated 12-28-14: I have switched doctor’s offices
- I do not want to have someone who has never operated before operating on me **the new doctor’s office does not deliver at the same hospital and I am guaranteed 1 out of 4 doctors will be the delivery doctor
- I do not want to be puking my guts out **I have since learned that taking a antacid the night before a c-section helps this
- I do want them prepared immediately for a blood transfusion
- baby #2 needs to be properly cared for (i.e. the weight issues) **I will deliver somewhere different
Three major issues that are a consideration to me before getting pregnant again:
- The inefficiency of laborist models in hospitals
- VBACs (vaginal births after cesarean)
- Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) after birth
I hope everyone enjoyed reading my story. The end result is that Lydia is happy and healthy! I still have some issues from the delayed blood transfusion that I don’t think will go away. The most important thing is that Lydia had no long term effects from anything.
Continue reading my story after realizing I had post traumatic stress disorder from Lydia’s birth.