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Over a year ago I wrote about my birth story. Now as I’m newly pregnant with baby number 2, I have lots of time to reflect on the care I received during my hospital stay. In fact it’s given me plenty of time to look back on the start of my medical care, from 2013 on that day I started miscarrying….
Don’t get me wrong the NHS is a godsend to this country, but we all know unfortunately it’s not what it used to be. Staff are overstretched and underpaid. At times like these the phrase clinical negligence crops up all too often.
Growing up I had a couple of broken arms, that’s as far as my medical history story goes. It wasn’t until I got pregnant in 2013 at the age of 30 that I had my blood first taken. This pregnancy wasn’t meant to be. I started bleeding on a Friday and managed to get in for a scan to confirm my worst fears. The care I received was to be sent home with a couple of tablets and some paracetamol and let everything happen.
Oh but because I was Rhesus negative I had to go back the next day for an Anti-D injection. This is to protect any future pregnancies. Problem was it was a Saturday and the early pregnancy clinic wasn’t open. I had to go up to the women’s ward in the hospital and sit about for a few hours to wait for my injection. Communication problems meant they had to order my injection as it wasn’t there.
I miscarried the next year and the year after that as well. Both these times I was cared for much better and given the support I needed. Tests were carried out but they couldn’t find a reason for the miscarriages – I was just “unlucky”.
My rainbow baby was born in February 2016. She was our little angel. Brought into this world on the day of storm Imogen.
The day had come..
I was told by my midwife to head to our local hospital for 8am on the Saturday, this was because on this day I was 12 days overdue.
It had to be a Saturday didn’t it! We all know that they only have skeleton staff on at the weekends in hospitals due to NHS cuts and staff shortages. Nevertheless I was happy that soon I would be seeing my little girl.
I was examined and hooked up to a monitor to begin the induction, I had one stubborn baby that didn’t want to come out. After an hour or so they took the monitor off and said it was a waiting game now. My husband and I could do as I please, walk around, get something to eat but not to leave the hospital. That was the last time I saw a nurse/midwife for hours and hours until the late evening when they told my husband as I was on a ward that he had to go home.
What made me laugh is that I was the only patient on the whole ward. So I was in a bed in a corner all by myself that night. Never heard or saw anyone.
The next day my husband came back and we called for a nurse and asked what was going to happen next as I hadn’t had any contractions, nothing at all. Not even a twinge!
Her response was that they were very busy in delivery upstairs and have no free midwife to stay with me if I went up to delivery to start the drip to force contractions. We would have to wait a few more hours. As a first time mum and someone who is shy most of the time I didn’t question what she said.
By late afternoon on Sunday I could finally go upstairs to my own delivery room. A midwife was free! Once I was in my own room I was never left alone. The care was fantastic, they did everything they could to keep us relaxed. But the induction failed. By Monday lunchtime they decided I needed an emergency c-section as baby girl wasn’t coming out.
I cannot fault the care I received once we were up in the delivery room and after. The midwives were amazing and it was as pleasant as it could have been. It wasn’t the birth I wanted but we were both safe and well at the end of the day.
As for the care we received before the delivery room, I suppose it’s open to interpretation.
The whole point of this post is to raise awareness of what to expect from your healthcare professionals during a hospital stay, and what to question. To empower people to know their legal rights as a patient. To not be afraid to speak up.
Next time I will find my voice if I think something is not right.
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