Today on my Celebrating Every Birth Story series is the lovely Fozia from Muslim Mummy who is Mum to 2 beautiful little girls, Munchkin who was born in 2006 and Bee who was born in 2012. Fozia writes about a wide range of subjects from parenting, her thoughts on Islam and even her adventures with her girls!
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After having being scared witless about how long first labours usually are, my first daughter arrived literally within 2 hours of me realising I was in labour, and 2 weeks early. So it was highly likely my second child would arrive relatively quickly; however this time I had the added complication of gestational diabetes from 12 weeks.
Pregnancy with gestational diabetes is no fun, especially when you are a complete and utter chocoholic like I am with an exceptionally strong sweet tooth. So I will admit that my second pregnancy was quite difficult to get through with loads of finger pricking and lots of appointments and blood tests and scans….and not being able to eat what I wanted! The final months seemed never ending!
Due to having gestational diabetes I was to be induced 2 weeks before my due date. In some ways it was good to know when to expect the little one but I was again scared witless by others stories about how horrific inductions can be and can lead to emergency c-sections. Note to self: Stop listening to people who have had bad experiences just before you are about to give birth!
I was mentally prepared to go in on the date they had suggested. However they had no free beds so I had another day of working myself up. The following day didn’t start off well either with no beds first thing but said they should have some later. When we eventually got there we were left in reception for quite a while, which of course gave me more time to work myself up. It didn’t help either that there was a women also waiting who was clearly in labour. She had been left alone for a while. Even the male receptionist was beginning to look worried as it looked like she was close to giving birth.
I could see the staff were rushed off their feet and this was proven when it was my time to give birth. The first pessary was inserted at 3.30pm and the first pains I got were at 9pm just when my husband had left. My midwife popped her head in to say she was off to deal with another lady and she will insert another pessary later. When I mentioned I was in slight pain she chose to ignore it even though I gave birth relatively quickly with my first child and it was in my records.
The pain continued to intensify so I called another midwife. She was more interested in seeing what my newspaper said rather than listening to me but eventually said she will get me some painkillers. One and a half hours later still no painkillers so had to buzz again. The different midwife was quicker in getting me some painkillers and I managed to doze off. Really, at this point I should have been examined as with GD you need extra care and put on insulin drips if needed.
When I woke up I was in extreme pain. Managed to get myself to the bathroom where I almost fainted. Got back to the bed and buzzed them. I literally had to scream at them to give me some pain relief and that’s when they panicked and examined me and realised the little one was already on her way. Then frankly it was panic stations. I couldn’t walk so they had to wheelchair me to the delivery room, someone called my husband and another one went off looking for my midwife. I already had the need to push and the midwife who was with me was more concerned about the fact that she should be at the front desk rather than the fact I was about to give birth. Thankfully my midwife turned up and it all happened quite quickly. No time for an epidural, no time to check my sugar levels or if I needed a drip. Little Bee arrived at 15th September 2012 at 4.06am, weighing 7lb 2oz.
I ended up with a third degree tear and the doctor felt the blood loss was not excessive so no rush to get stitched up quickly. However after she left I felt something was wrong and mentioned to the midwife I wasn’t feeling too good and could she check. Again I was chosen to be ignored and she went off somewhere to get ready to take me into surgery. Before she got back I had fainted and was woken up being wheeled to surgery and to her saying my name and saying ‘Don’t do this to me now’. At this point I was so cold I couldn’t stop shivering and it took them a while to get the spinal block in the right place so that I could be ‘sewn up’.
They checked my sugar levels and they were the highest they had ever been. All in all it was not a nice experience and I fear the situation could get worse with cuts and midwifes being over worked. If I am honest it has made me slightly nervous about the thought of having another child. It is highly like I would have GD again and I don’t feel I was given the care that was required when it was time to give birth. The care prior to that was faultless.
However it was all worth it as my second princess, who took a while to conceive, is now 3 and a right character!
Why not pop over and see what Fozia is writing about over on her blog Muslim Mummy.