So, it’s been a while. Pregnancy wasn’t easy for me, so blogging fell by the wayside as working took all my energy. I had a brief respite in the second trimester, then in the 3rd I developed awful SPD and ended up barely able to walk. For this reason, I was induced at 34 week +4.
((Warning: Descriptions of birth, surgery and complications below))
I went in to hospital on the 24th February, and the induction was inserted at 12.30pm. I had a little tightening over the next few hours, but at 6pm things ramped up big time. With my hEDS and fibromyalgia I was finding it all very painful, but it became clear that I wasn’t actually in labour. It was a very long night.
At 12.30pm the next day I was finally in active labour, so I was taken down to delivery. I was waiting for an epidural, but the anaesthetist was called away to an emergency, so I didn’t get one for a few hours more. I’ve experienced serious pain with my conditions, but have to say that I was in the worst pain ever. My waters broke by themselves, spectacularly (seemingly I was carrying a lot of water). Eventually, I got my epidural, and everything was going as planned. I was dilating, and baby was doing well. Until I wasn’t dilating any more, and my baby was showing signs of distress. I stopped dilating at 7cm, and the baby was not in a position suitable for any form of vaginal delivery. So emergency c-section it was. My daughter, Abigail arrived at 7.12pm and was 7lb 5oz. We got back up to the maternity ward and all seemed good. I mean, the next afternoon I was on Reddit and Facebook. I was in pain, but that was to be expected.
First sign something wasn’t right with me was my heart rate started rising. Blood tests showed I was quite anaemic due to losing blood during my section, so I was given iron tablets. By Tuesday evening my heart rate was stupidly fast, and another blood test showed my haemoglobin levels had tanked and 1am Wednesday morning I was rushed for a blood transfusion. It was hoped that would be it, but nope. The transfusion worked wonders for my red blood cell count, but by now I’d developed a high temperature and my heart rate was just as high as it had been. Time for yet another blood test, and my infection markers were sky high. I’d also developed an Ileus, and was suffering excruciating stomach pain. So now it’s IV antibiotics and fluids time. All this whilst trying to look after Abby. Don’t get me wrong, the midwives were amazing at did so much to help me with her, but I wanted to do as much as I could for her.
I don’t remember much about Wednesday or Thursday, but I know by Thursday evening they were seriously worried about me. I didn’t realise how ill I actually was. I felt awful because my infection meant Abby needed IV antibiotics too, and she’d developed jaundice (her bilirubin levels were ok, she didn’t need treatment for it).
Thankfully Thursday night marked the turning point in my condition, and by Friday morning my temperature started to drop, my heart rate slowed and the infection markers in my blood were falling. The Ileus also worked itself out, so I wasn’t in so much pain.
I was allowed home on Saturday, albeit with a sackful of medication and follow-up appointments. The antibiotics made me sick, but fortunately I had a very supportive husband who helped me look after myself and Abby.
I’ve ended up formula feeding Abby, despite planning to breastfeed her. Trying to learn how to breastfeed whilst so ill has had a hell of an affect on me, and I’ve found it too traumatic to try to start again. I’m dealing with feeling I’ve failed Abby. I’ve also found some people have been very judgemental about my choice, but I’ve learned to ignore them.
So yeah, it was not the experience I expected, but Abby is totally worth it.
She’s now 5 weeks, and is growing like a weed! She’s starting to smile and is very alert, which is great but she has a habit of being too curious to sleep. I’m getting used to the sleep deprivation. She’s also no longer yellow, so she doesn’t look like a Simpsons cast member.