JulieBaby
06-07-2008, 02:00 PM
This is my most recent birth story, of my twin boys. As well as with my first story, it is one I will never forgive.
August 13th, 2007 (34 weeks pregnant), around 4pm, I was on my way to the mall, with my mother, our kids and my aunt. As I went to get out of the car, my water broke. From the shock I sat back down on the seat and squeezed my legs shut, willing myself to stop gushing water.
Mom didnt believe it at first and I stood up to show her, and another HUGE gush came out of me. By this time I was in a panic and it took me forever to remember my OB's number and an eternity to dial it.
I let his wife know that my water had broken, and asked what I should do. She instructed me to go to the nearest hospital, and not to try and make the journey to our planned hospital because I would not make it in time.
My mom was in a panic as well and could not remember the way to the hospital. Luckily we found a poilice officer and he escorted us to the ER. I was asked a billion question, then rolled into the hallway where the examining room was. No one could find the key to the room, UNBELIEVABLE!
So I was left alone in the hallway while the nurse went to search for someone who had the key. So there I was, alone, soaking wet from the waist down, and wondering how it was going to end.
5 minutes prior to my OB arriving at the hospital the key was found and I was put into the examining room. When my OB checked me his eyes went wide and he started yelling at the nurses to hurry up and get me ready to go into the OR as I was 7-8. I almost passed out in fear as I was having zero pain and never imagined I could be that far.
I was rushed upstairs and everything was done in a frenzy, no one took a moment to explain what was happening, or what they were doing. A few minutes before the epidural was put into place I felt two of the most intense contractions of my life.
The anasthesiologist was very kind and held my hand during the procedure. He was the only one who was kind.
My OB promised to let me see my boys before they were taken to the NICU, but he didnt. My boys were fine, they cried coming out and were breathing on their own but I still did not get to see them. All I remember seeing was a glimpse of black hair (Julian) and thats it.
Even after the birth, the trauma does not stop. Because of iditic hospital policy I was not allowed up out of bed for over 16 hours after my c-section. A nurse helped me bathe and dress once I was up, and when I asked to see my babies they just said 'Go Ahead' and left me to walk alone to the NICU.
I gathered enough strength to walk into the NICU, caught a glimpse of each of my babies before I nearly passed out and was taken back to my room in a wheelchair.
Thank God my babies are now almost 10 months old and as healthy as can be. I have promised myself that my next birth will be different, I will DEMAND that things bedone differently. The birth of a baby (or babies) is supposed to be a joyful experience, not one shadowed by incompetence.
August 13th, 2007 (34 weeks pregnant), around 4pm, I was on my way to the mall, with my mother, our kids and my aunt. As I went to get out of the car, my water broke. From the shock I sat back down on the seat and squeezed my legs shut, willing myself to stop gushing water.
Mom didnt believe it at first and I stood up to show her, and another HUGE gush came out of me. By this time I was in a panic and it took me forever to remember my OB's number and an eternity to dial it.
I let his wife know that my water had broken, and asked what I should do. She instructed me to go to the nearest hospital, and not to try and make the journey to our planned hospital because I would not make it in time.
My mom was in a panic as well and could not remember the way to the hospital. Luckily we found a poilice officer and he escorted us to the ER. I was asked a billion question, then rolled into the hallway where the examining room was. No one could find the key to the room, UNBELIEVABLE!
So I was left alone in the hallway while the nurse went to search for someone who had the key. So there I was, alone, soaking wet from the waist down, and wondering how it was going to end.
5 minutes prior to my OB arriving at the hospital the key was found and I was put into the examining room. When my OB checked me his eyes went wide and he started yelling at the nurses to hurry up and get me ready to go into the OR as I was 7-8. I almost passed out in fear as I was having zero pain and never imagined I could be that far.
I was rushed upstairs and everything was done in a frenzy, no one took a moment to explain what was happening, or what they were doing. A few minutes before the epidural was put into place I felt two of the most intense contractions of my life.
The anasthesiologist was very kind and held my hand during the procedure. He was the only one who was kind.
My OB promised to let me see my boys before they were taken to the NICU, but he didnt. My boys were fine, they cried coming out and were breathing on their own but I still did not get to see them. All I remember seeing was a glimpse of black hair (Julian) and thats it.
Even after the birth, the trauma does not stop. Because of iditic hospital policy I was not allowed up out of bed for over 16 hours after my c-section. A nurse helped me bathe and dress once I was up, and when I asked to see my babies they just said 'Go Ahead' and left me to walk alone to the NICU.
I gathered enough strength to walk into the NICU, caught a glimpse of each of my babies before I nearly passed out and was taken back to my room in a wheelchair.
Thank God my babies are now almost 10 months old and as healthy as can be. I have promised myself that my next birth will be different, I will DEMAND that things bedone differently. The birth of a baby (or babies) is supposed to be a joyful experience, not one shadowed by incompetence.