Questioning Birth Outcomes

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I am prone to long ranting posts and I'm trying to change that, so I'll give you the shorter overview simply because I need to tell *someone*. Here's what happened at his birth, very short version, according to what I knew or was told by the OB at the time: I was mildly pre-eclamptic so the OB wanted to induce at 38 weeks; I refused but "magically" went into labor the day I would've been induced anyway, following a routine prenatal visit including a VE. At the time I was uneducated and thought "Wow, what a neat coincidence to have the baby anyway when they would've induced". Anyway, OB says I'd have the baby that night or the next morning, but my ctx are still at very irregular intervals even the next morning. I'm thinking something's wrong since I was supposedly going to have the baby already, so I went into the hospital the next morning. 2 cm. They admitted me anyway, I was subjected to AROM and an EFM but otherwise left me alone. Fast forward 7 hours and although I've dilated to 5 cm (and the ctx are by then very regular) the OB tells my DH that the baby is not responding well to my dysfunctional labor and is showing signs of distress, so she is going to do a Cesarean.

I have questioned only one thing about my labor the past 2.5 years. I fully believed my C/S was unnecessary, BUT I figured that my irregular ctx in early labor were probably caused by L being in a posterior position.

According to my medical records, here is the reality - these are direct quotes from my chart:

From the prenatal info: yes, my membranes *were* stripped at that visit where I was magically in labor, and though I was told I was in labor, I was only a fingertip dilated and 50% effaced. My urine was also free of protein on all but one occasion and my BP was still well within the normal range so I wasn't even freakin' pre-eclamptic!! The only good thing about getting these records is that now I can have some closure, hopefully, and DH now *totally* grasps why I have felt so angry about the birth all these years. He now refuses to believe me that we would lose if we filed a lawsuit against the OB!

THE RESPONSES:

I began running a fever, and they put me on antibiotics. Lovely, more tubes coming out of my body. They stuck another epidural in my back. I was examined and my cervix had shrunk back down to 6 cm, and was as hard as a fist the nurse said. (So, now I'm thinking that this is NOT going well, and certainly NOT naturally.) I am feeling incredibly sick from the second epidural because he gave me TOO much meds, and I felt like dying now. I was throwing up my bile, and having contractions at the same time full blown. I wanted to die. I had tubes coming out of every side of me and an oxygen mask on. This was NOT what I pictured. 24 hours later, a different OB shows up and examines me. He didn't look that happy. I was so sick, I mean I've never been this sick, and all I could think of was saving my baby. I said to the doctor and my DH that something is wrong. The doctor said we had to do an emergency C/S because the baby's head is molding. "Molding!!!!" My DH and I were frantic, molding, what the hell is molding!!! His head was literally being pushed by me, and the pitocin into this little space that didn't fit. He was too large for a vaginal birth, and he was in distress now. During the C/S, I couldn't see a damn thing, they had my arms strapped down, I was still throwing up my bile during the surgery, and after they took my beautiful 9.6 ounce baby out of me, who was black and blue all over the right side of his face and body, they gave him to my DH FIRST, and then they just held him on top of my shoulders and took him away. I'll never forget his little eyes staring at me wishing that it was me holding him and not all these strangers. I never got to breastfeed him afterwards. I also gave the nursery instructions not to wash his hands or give him a bottle or a pacifier. Some hours later when they first brought him to me, he had a pacifier in his mouth, and had already been bathed and had a bottle. I was furious! When I asked the nurse to take the pacifer out of my son's mouth, she YANKED it aggressively out of my little, fragile infant, and through it out. Oh, I wanted to kick some nurse’s ass, let me tell you at that point, as well as my OB ass, for being an incompetent doctor and allowing me and my child to go through hell for 24 hours, when come to find out I should have been "scheduled" for a C/S because of his weight. At least that way, he could have come out pink and healthy and happy, and I wouldn't have had such a heart breaking experience. I felt that everyone from my OB to the nurses in the hospital had all betrayed me. So, I understand you needing closure. Just seeing how happy my son is now gives me the closure that I need.

Sorry to go on and on there, but I hardly ever talk about my birth experience either because it is such a painful one and I HAD to share that with you. Now, you make me want to get my records too. Perhaps I will. I hope that your next birth is much more peaceful too!