I woke up to realise that I hadn’t wet myself my waters had gone at 6:50 am on a Saturday morning at 37 weeks and 3 days pregnant., I woke my partner up who rushed around like a loony to call my grandparents, nan answered the phone said they would be with us in twenty-thirty minutes, they arrived half hour later.
I called the hospital and was asked to go in to be checked over as my contractions were three minutes apart. I arrived at Pembury hospital at 8:15 am, got to the assessment unit and was shown to a room with my nan whilst my granddad and partner parked the car and got my bags.
The Midwife Was Horrible To Me
The midwife walked in and I immediately didn’t like her, she took one look at me and said “you’re not in labour you’re too calm, not showing you’re in pain go home and have a bath come back when you’re contracting and you are not taking any notice of what people are saying to you”.
My nan asked her if she was going to examine me as I am a very calm person and don’t show I’m in pain. The midwife looked at me and said, “no she’s young” (I was 21) “you will know when she’s in established labour” and asked me if I wanted to be examined. I looked at my nan wondering what I should do as I felt like I was wasting the midwife’s time, she was the professional and the way she spoke to me made me feel like I had done something wrong, I told her no I will come back when I’m in a lot of pain. The midwife was horrible to me and made me feel terrible.
I went into the waiting room and my partner and grandad were waiting for us. I told them I had to come back when I was in more pain, I decided to go to my grandparents house as it was closer to the hospital than our home. We got to my grandparents and realised that I didn’t have my pyjamas in the overnight bag, my partner offered to get a bus to ours as we could be waiting hours for the pains to get worse.
My partner left and twenty minutes later I felt like I needed to push
I told my nan and grandad that I needed to push and they got me straight back to the hospital and within twenty minutes of arriving at the hospital only an hour after being told to go home I was back in the waiting room to be seen again, lucky there was a different midwife who came in, I immediately liked her she looked at me told me her name was “Emma” asked me how I was feeling.
As it was my first labour she made me relax by having a laugh about the people in X factor, she sat at the end of the bed and examined me she looked at my nan then at me and told us I could push as I was 10cm dilated. She said the other midwife should have checked me just to check how dilated I have moved me to the room with the birthing pool.
I got in the pool with no gas and air and told to relax and push if I need to just as my partner walked in, I was hoping he would make it in time. My contractions slowed down after two hours, Emma kept reassuring me I was doing great which made me feel good as was starting to stress that I was doing something wrong.
At half two I had no choice but to get out the pool and lay on the bed and twenty minutes later our little boy was born. He weighed 6 pound 6oz, I delivered the placenta and Emma looked at my nan and partner and me and told us that the cord was very close to snapping and my placenta was in a bad way and things could have gone very wrong.
I was so grateful for the nice midwife
Luckily our boy decided that day was the day to be born, the midwife was horrible to me when I had first arrived and it was her I saw when an hour after I had our son and I was feeding him the bottle, I told her that he wasn’t taking the milk which was SMA, she took him off me and the bottle and told me “you are young and have no experience in bottle feeding” and I would have to learn quickly.
The midwife was horrible to me and she forced the bottle into my boys mouth, after four gulps he was sick all over her, in walked Emma and told me she would get an APTA milk one and try him on that but I would have to stay in, he drunk that bottle fine.
I’m glad I had Emma as my midwife as she the midwife was horrible to me the first time and I felt the first one really did make a negative experience of my son’s birth. I go over that day in my head a lot and think what if something did go wrong, but because I was young and too calm I was wasting her time and she had no need to examine me because I wasn’t making any noise is wrong.
The midwife was horrible to me and I only hope nobody else is treated this way because they are young and first time mothers.
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