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When I fell pregnant with my first child I had it all planned out: no pain relief, midwife led, particular music playing etc... The reality was very different. Having a home birth didn't really enter my head and I'm glad it didn't in the end. I had always wanted a hospital birth but I wanted it to be as natural as possible. After previously suffering a miscarriage I wanted to be in the safest possible hands and I was. When my child's due date arrived and still no sign I waited patiently, surely it would happen soon! But no I waited and waited then was told I would have to come in to be induced. My child was born 26 hours after starting the process and they were 26 hours of long painful labour! My child ended up having to be delivered by forceps and I am so glad I had opted for hospital birth at this point as I don't know what state I would have been in if I had been at home. The midwives and hospital staff were great and cared for me and my child through a scary experience and for that I'll always be grateful.
I decided early on in my pregnancy that I wanted a hospital birth, purely because I wanted to be near doctors should anything go wrong. However, on the tour of the hospital we were told by the midwife that this should not affect our decision as if anything were to go wrong and we were at a birth centre, an ambulance would be called and we would more likely get seen by a doctor more quickly than if we were at the hospital in the first place due to the way emergency admissions work. Following this discussion we opted for a birth centre as it was closer to home. The birth centre was only staffed during daytime hours so when we called the admissions department at 5am in the morning, a midwife had to be sent over on call - this happened very quickly and only resulted in a half an hour delay. The midwife on call then left when the midwife who was due to be there during the day arrived, and in the evening another midwife was sent to stay with us when opening hours finished. There were two rooms in the birth centre, one with a birthing pool, one without. Both rooms were beautifully decorated with twinkling lights in the ceiling and inspirational quotes on the wall to make you feel more at home. When I first arrived at the birth centre I was 4cm dilated and so was kept in, although my waters had not broken. I was accompanied by my husband although we were allowed more people present if we wished. The labour process did not progress as quickly as we had hoped, due to me not having enough energy as I was burning off food so rapidly despite eating plenty, and drinking a cup of milk with sugar given to me by the midwife! I chose to use gas and air for pain relief as well as the birthing pool, which was a huge help. The soothing effect did wear off after an hour or so of being in the pool so I had to keep getting in and out. I was offered pethidine or diamorphine but chose not to have these as I wanted to have as natural a birth as possible, and I wouldn't have been allowed back in the pool for 2 hours if I had had either of these (they can make you drowsy). After 11 hours of contractions, using gas and air and going in the pool 4 or 5 times, I was still only 9cm dilated and my waters had not broken. it was at this point that the midwife raised the possibility that I may have to be transferred to hospital by ambulance as she was not sure I would have the energy to give birth. However she first wanted to see if she could convince the doctors at the hospital to let her break my waters to speed up the process and to avoid the ambulance transfer for the time being. Fortunately she managed to persuade them to let her do that. I had my waters broken and was told I had a two hour time limit to give birth before being transferred to hospital would be unavoidable. Pretty much two hours later our baby was born in the birthing pool with the help of gas and air. My husband cut the cord, which was a fantastic experience. Our baby was weighed and immediately after the midwife helped me to breastfeed our baby for the first time. The midwife stitched the minor tears that I had very swiftly and I barely felt a thing. We were immediately allowed visitors (as many as we liked!) and were allowed to bring a much needed takeaway pizza into the room we were in. I had a choice of a shower or bath and I was allowed home four hours after our baby was born. It was such a great experience with wonderful midwives, a pleasant and clean environment, and most importantly our beautiful healthy baby.
After the birth of my first child, I thought I'd never have more children let alone give birth in a hospital again but here are my three birth experiences. With my 1st child I was admitted to hospital at 39 weeks to be induced due to slow growth and a low birth weight. Upon arriving, I was admitted to a ward where all the other ladies had already given birth to their babies. I was given a pessary and told to lay down for an hour before going for a walk. 12 hours later I had the same procedure before finally 12 hours at midnight started having mild contractions. For the next 9 hours I was continually told to have a bath and take paracetamol. I couldn't eat, therefore the paracetamol made me sick. I wasn't allowed visitors until 1pm so was on a ward in labour, full of other ladies, trying to be as quiet as I could. At 19 years of age, I was petrified. Despite repeatedly asking for someone to examine me, no one came until 3pm, 15 hours after my contractions had started, where I was told I was 6cm and could go down to labour ward. Finally I was given some gas and air!! As I had been induced, I was told I had to lay on the bed and be attached to the heartbeat monitor throughout the rest of my labour. By 6pm the midwife decided to break my waters to speed things along and that is when the pain really hit me! I was given a dose of pethidine, which did nothing except make me sick before begging for an epidural at 7pm. I was given the epidural and the pain relief was instant! As I couldn't feel the urge to push, I was told at 8:30pm I was ready to deliver. After 20 minutes of pushing, baby was getting into distress and had to be delivered urgently, the doctor was called in and a ventouse was attached to my baby's head which proceeded to come off with the force of the doctors pulling. An incision was then made and forceps used and finally at 9:05 pm my daughter was delivered weighing 5lbs. I was then re admitted back to the ward where I had to stay for another 48 hours as my blood pressure dropped causing me to faint. My 2nd birth was so different! I went into labour naturally 4 days after my due date. After having contractions at home or an hour, I arrived at the hospital just in time for my waters to break and to be told I was 6cms. I was asked whether I would like the pool filling up as it was free and I jumped at the chance. With just the water and gas and air as my pain relief I gave birth within 2 hours to my 9lb 10ozs baby boy and was discharged within 8 hours. My 3rd was even quicker! After the quick birth I'd had previously, when contractions started 6 days after my due date, I headed straight for the hospital birthing centre, where I was told I was only 3 cams and I could go home if I wanted to, there was no chance I was risking that and within half an hour I was enjoying the gas and air. I attempted the pool, but had to get out after 10 minutes as there was too much blood and the midwife couldn't see where it was coming from. 1 hour after being told I could go home I delivered my 7lbs 9ozs baby boy and was discharged just 3 hours later. Just because you have one bad birth experience, doesn't mean they will all be the same. I hope my experience will help someone.
At 36+1 I went into early labour, this was the set up for almost a month of irregular and extremely frustrating contractions, I posted alot on online forums during this time, mostly b****ing about it lol. At 38 weeks I finally dilated to a fingertip but it was to be another week and a half before I would finally have my baby in my arms. 14th August 2008 - The contractions finally started to get closer together so I called my midwife to come out to me as I was planning a homebirth. She got there, checked me and to my frustration I was only 1cm, 2cm at a push! At this point the contractions were starting to get more painful so during each contraction I would lean over my gym ball and attempt to breathe through them, unfortunately I was so stressed out from having been in early labour so long that I didn't get the benefits of it yet, so I unpacked my TENS machine and had my partner attach it to my back - who zapped me! And himself, thank god I wasn't mid-contractions when he was trying to put it on - he would not have had any testicles left! That night was very unsettled as I kept waking up from the contractions, my forums became my lifeline it was very helpful to hear from mummies who had gone through the same thing, or were just simply replying to wish me luck! 15th August 2008 - I was woken up at half 4 in the morning with really painful contractions I had already called the midwife out a few times so I wasn't about to call her out again unless I absolutely had to, my contractions ranged from 1 to 10 mins apart so they were really erractic, around 4/5pm they were getting really painful so we called the midwife out again - she checked - I was a 1.5 - 2cm definite, finally some progress, but still frustrated as contractions were uber painful. Later that night I think around 6/7ish she was called out again - she checked - I was dilated to a 3. She stayed with me for about an hour monitoring my contractions, seeing how painful they were she suggested taking co-codamol, I wasn't keen because they made me sick, but she couldn't give me anything other than that or take me into hospital and give me pethidine - I was begging for the pethidine! But my partner kept me strong and we decided it wouldn't be the best choice as I didn't want to feel out of it while I was in labour. At this point I was stood contracting holding onto a chest of drawers just in front of the bedroom door. The midwife made to leave and my partner told me to move - I was mid-contraction - So this was a bad move on his part I told him 'F**k off, you f****ing move a***hole!' or something to that effect. I was good. It was the only time I swore throughout the entire labour! Needless to say he never asked me to move again throughout the labour process. 16th August 2008 - It was the early hours of the morning - about midnight. The contractions were excrutiating and the TENS had stopped helping, and I was starting to feel the urge to push, and I felt a trickle down my leg. So we called the midwife out again. This time we had a different midwife, who I took an immediate disliking to. She checked me and to my dismay told me I was still stuck at 3cm. I was stuck at a 3 for at least 12 hours. And she said I obvipously wasn't coping with the contractions and I should go to hospital so they could give me pethidine. She said this in a very rude and abrupt manner. She also said my waters hadn't broken. She was promptly asked to leave while me and my partner talked and shooed out by his mum. Me and my partner talked about it again, and at this point he remembered something from our antenatal classes and said I wasn't breathing properly and that's why it was hurting so much, so he started to pace his breathing and told me to join in and see if it helped, and if it didn't I could go into hospital and get the pethidine if I really wanted to. Luckily it helped and we chose not to go to hospital and get the pethidine. I managed to get a few hours of sleep after taking 1 paracetemol and 1 co-codamol (It was the only way to stop me throwing it back up) and it helped take the edge of the contractions. About 5am I woke up to severe contractions, they were so bad I could barely stand, and took another set of painkillers but it wasn't helping much. I had put a maternity pad on the night before and when I went to the loo, I saw that it was covered in pink/red - it looked like blood, and I hadn't felt the baby move for a couple of hours. So we rang the hospital and asked what we shoudl do, they said to come in and sent an ambulance out for us. As soon as the ambulance turned up the baby started moving. Typical. The journey to hospital was not at all pleasant, too many speedbumps! I was contracting around every 5 mins at this point (I had given up timing them a long time beforehand). I was wheelchaired upto the maternity ward and hooked up to a contraction monitor - needless to say that half an hour was extremely uncomfortable the last thing I wanted to do was sit on a bed I wanted to be moving as just sitting there made the contractions so much more painful! She came back half an hour later and said my contractions were 5 minutes apart and that it would be a while yet. This was at 10:30am. I asked her to check me so I knew how I was progressing, I was 8cm and my waters had completely broken (The last midwife didn't know naff all!) and that they had been broken for a while, she asked me when I was last checked I said around midnight and she said that sounded about right. And that the pink on my pad was amniotic fluid. She said I could either stay or go home as I had planned to have a homebirth. Considering we had to wait for a taxi to get home, and I really didn't want to catch the bus in labour (We don't drive) I didn't think I would make it home before the baby decided to arrive so we chose to stay and were quickly put in our own labour room. My partner called his mum to let her know and asked her to bring my labour bag and car seat for the baby, considering how slow my labour had been going I didn't think for a second I would be staying, my partner asked if his mum was allowed to be there as support for him and I said it was alright as she would have been there at home anyway. For the next couple of hours I was screaming through every contraction until at about 1ish I felt like I had to go to the loo, I went and nothing happened so the midwife told me to come out I was most likely getting ready to push, I had asked for gas and air just before I started to push but it was too late now I was going to have to go all natural! I was stood holding onto the bed and my partner saw blood, so the midwife then had me labouring on the bed in various positions, and my partner kept giving me sips of juice through a straw. In my final labouring position after the baby was finally past the bend in the birth canal I was sat up and pushing, I gripped my partners hand so tight with every contraction it ended up bruised and I was screaming b****y murder. And the burning! Oh the burning! Just before 2:10pm I finally pushed out the head. Relief! And one push later the body followed at exactly 2:10pm. the midwife picked the baby up and showed us. It's a boy! And handed him to me, as soon as I held him in my arms, he promptly peed on me! My first words to him? 'Oh lovely!' This became a very typical action for my little man in his first few months of life, now I am just more wise to it. At least. I think I am. We knew right then and there that his name would be Kyle. We went home about 5 hours after he was born I had a 2nd degree tear, but chose not to have stitches. And I am so glad I didn't go for the pethidine. I would not have missed that experience for the world I wouldn't change a thing about my labour. I just wish I hadn't had an incompetent midwife who didn't even know my waters had broken. Because then I would have been able to carry on having my homebirth. The midwife who I had before her didn't know why the other one had been sent out by the hospital as she had been assigned to my labour. Luckily I had a really good midwife at the hospital and had no doctorly interference! I will be having a homebirth next time.
I found out I was expecting my first child on a complete whim. I had no reason at that point to suspect I was pregnant, but got a test anyway. Some mothers just know. I was scared, excited, shocked - pretty much all the emotions I could feel. And pregnancy was confusing, full of choices and options and things I didn't know I would have to think about. But one thing that I didn't have to think about was where I wanted to give birth. Hospital. Most people don't like hospitals, and I'm one of them. Boring, clinical and sometimes scary, hospitals aren't a nice place to be at the best of times. I had a reasonably healthy pregnancy and my due date came and went. 10 days after I was due to give birth; I was on my way to the hospital to be induced. Good thing I planned a hospital birth as I would have been bitterly disappointed by my daughter's late arrival. Of course, I go into full blown labour at the bus station and end up in an ambulance going to the delivery ward - not the way I had planned the day, but at least things were moving now! I was extremely surprised by the delivery ward. It's recommended you visit the ward before you give birth but due to circumstances, I was never able to. The beds were bigger, comfy and electronic for ease. The rooms were bland but not clinical, taking the some of the scare factor away. For a first baby, I was extremely lucky to only have to endure 6.5 hours of established labour and a pushing time of around 10 - 20 minutes. Although this is a relatively short time, it didn't stop it being any less painful and my plans for no epidural went straight out the window after a few hours, something I wouldn't have been able to have at home. I never thought childbirth would be nice but I never expected my daughter to open her bowels half way through the labour. This produced a problem in itself as it caused an obstruction in the birth canal and a few minutes into pushing, I see the midwife going to get a doctor. They thought they would have to take me for an emergency c-section as I was exhausted, struggling and baby was starting to get distressed. Imagine if I was at home? Luckily, I persevered through, throwing everything I had into getting that baby out and in the end, I didn't need the c-section. Because my daughter had opened her bowels, we did have to stay in hospital for 24 hours to make sure she hadn't swallowed any. If I had of opted for a home birth and I hadn't have been able to persevere with the pushing and needed that emergency c-section, would my daughter be here now? Probably not. Would I have been able to manage the pain at home? Probably not. And would I have avoided hospital after the birth? Definitely not. So although home births might be more calming, relaxing and maybe even easier, you can't bank on having a healthy, easy and problem-free childbirth. And I would opt for having multiple doctors, midwives, strong pain-relief and emergency medical equipment around me over the comfort of home with one midwife with some gas and air any day.
I would always opt to give birth in a hospital. Having sadly lost my 2nd child at 28 weeks pregnant and being a member of SANDS (Stillbirth and Neonatal Death Society), you realise not every pregnancy ends happily sadly. Therefore to me it makes perfect sense to place myself in the care of healthcare professionals in a hospital environment so that in the unlikely event something should go wrong, you are there and don't need to be driven for half an hr in an ambulance. I apologise if this seems like a very negative way to look at things, but sadly 17 families a day lose a baby during pregnancy or shortly after birth and so this has changed my rose tinted view of pregnancy somewhat. Even during my first pregnancy, I was relieved to be in hospital as having had no sleep for 3 nights the pain was too much for me, so I had an epidural - something I wouldn't have been able to have at home (although I must admit the idea of a birthing pool at home did sound wonderful!) But equally, for a more relaxing experience, they are able to offer so many things in hospitals these days. When I knew my 2nd baby had died and had to go in to have my little girl, I was even massaged with lavender oil and they had frankincense sticks which I inhaled to help deal with the pain, so as long as you ask in advance (and of course as long as they have the facilities), birth in a hospital can be quite a chilled out experience.
Giving birth is possibly one of the most natural but frightening experiences a woman can go through and having only had once child, I dont have the experience of multiple births to compare however my one and only experience so far did take place within the hospital and possibly was the worst experience of my life. Before you read my experience I would like to state that this happens to a percentage of women and certainly not all women, this is my experience only and albeit it was a bad one does not mean that yours would be or will be. My pregnancy with my daughter was a mess from the start to the end as from the beginning I was told that I would not be able to have one midwife but whoever was on at the time and it would be different from week to week. This was immediately disconcerting as of course I wanted one midwife to bond with but this was not possible. From many mishaps and lack of listening from my midwives through to the end of my pregnancy I fell into trouble as I kept stating to them which position my baby was in and they refused to listen and instead state otherwise. I of course was right and when it came to the labour my baby was lying spine to spine with me and therefore even the first contraction was excrutiatingly painful. I wanted to stay at home for as long as possible but unfortunately this couldnt be the case as the pain was just to much to bare. I was admitted to hospital where upon arrival I was already being told that they had not received instruction for the immediate pain releif and therefore I had to wait for authority. I waited in a room for an hour with my husband whilst they organised pethadine and in the meantime I was given gas and air. The midwife I had was incredibly rude, old school and treated me like school girl who had almost been naughty and to pull myself together, not the welcoming you want when youre in excrutiating pain. Time went by and by the time I had had the pethadine, I was in and out of consciouness and still having terrible pain. I was given false information by a young student midwife regarding my 'show' (cervical plug), and the rate at which my labour was progressing. It was only afterwards when I read through my notes that in fact from the beginning my baby was showing signs of distress with meconium present but this was not dealt with at the time. I begged for more pain releif as I just was not coping and was given a second shot of pethdaine, what they dont tell you however that although this is an excellent pain releif it slows down the labour considerably. My labour went on for hours until later on in the evening I was taken to the delivery room, where they found I had an infection therefore I had to be given a drip of anitbitotics and fluids. My labour went into difficulty as my baby was in the wrong position and the pain was to much so I was eventually allowed, although I had been told earlier there would be no chance of having an epidural due to lack of staff, given and epidural and the first attempt went wrong. I had to have it redone and then 2 other top ups afterwards. This then caused me to have another drip in my arm and I then had to have my legs in stirrups as my baby had to be turned internally by hand by the midwife, which was awful. I was told I would need to have a catheter a mobile one and I freaked out and upon this the midwife laughed at me and had no sensitivity to my fear whatsoever. After a long while and having midwives laugh and joke about my labour and thinking I was making the pain I had up, I was told that I ws ready to push and hence did. When it came to an hour and nothing had happened and my baby was stuck the midwife called the peadiatrician who informed us that actually I had not been ready to push and the midwife had made a mistake. I had to wait for an hour and then try again! Eventually I had to have an episiotomy and forceps and all this being strapped down on the bed. I was in awful pain and the pressure was immense. My aftercare I would say was my real downfall with the hospital. The staff had forgotton to give me pain releif after an episiotomy and therefore my pain was excruitiating and continuing and I was eventually given paracetamol which didnt help. It had also been forgotton to catherterise me and therefore I had to suffer and lost much dignity as I was unable to move my legs through the epidural and hence had lost the control of my bladder which upon led me to have an accident in my bed. I was left to lay in this for a long time before a physiotherapist who was in the ward came to help me. All in all my labour was 24 hours and was a horrendous experience. I would not have a hospital birth within the nhs again however I would definately opt for a elected cesarean privately. I would also be very inclined to look into home births, as I think the main reason why so many hospital births go wrong is simply due to the incredible amount of intervention which is used and which is not always necessary when the female body is indeed structured to give birth. Its a difficult situation to be in but please may I reiterate again that although a hospital birth will certainly not be my route again, this was a one off and many women have completly different experiences within hospitals.
My hospital birth I am writing this review as honest as I can be, im not wishing to scare anyone or slate any of the hospital staff but on my opinion my son's birth was a sham. This review is open in my view of events and rather long! (sorry if you do read all this you need a medal) I was induced at Frimley hospital on the 30th December 2007, because I had gestational diabetes he had to be born on or very close to his due date. I had, had a previous 'run in' with the hospital after I had a 24 week scan , I was told that my son had situs inversus , a congenital condition in which the major visceral organs are reversed or mirrored from their normal positions. It was all a wirl wind they took me to a room offered me tea and my mother in law who was with me (my husband was currently serving in Iraq at the time) I was crying the m.i.l was crying they told me they could not facilitate the birth at the hospital and I would have to go to st Thomas and guys in London. The nurse was quite nice but I was very upset and I rember just screaming '' IS MY BABY BOY GOING TO DIE!!!!'' to which she replied I cant answer that I don't know all the facts. They told me to go for a ''walk'' (Yeh cus I really need a trip to the park in this state'' and come back in an hour when the main consultant could rescan me and tell me more. That hour was a life time I phoned my mum and cried and cried ,I could not even contact my husband at this point so he was unaware of the drama unfolding. ( just to say now im sorry to any one that saw me that day out side the hospital I must have looked a state) So after an hour I went back had to wait a further 30 mins in the waiting room in front of all the women coming for scans ,my heart was breaking the little boy inside me gave me a nudge to remind me all was not lost he was still there and I loved him more then ever. We were finally taken back to the scan room the consultant greeted us and told me to lay down and do the usual (show off ur flattering and rather sexy stretch marks NICE) he asked if it was ok for the women who had done my scan that morning to be in the room as well (why not hay invite the whole bloody world in for all I cared at this point) After scanning me for about 5 mins looking dead at the screen said ' all ok'' Just like that and laugh. My baby was absolutely healthy!!! I was so relived so happy ,then the anger set in. The women who had done my previous scan left the room quick hast at this stage. I was still in a state of shock , I rember muttering under my breath something along the lines of incompetent idiots. About a week later I received a letter from the head of the department apologizing for the ''event' and that was about it really In a way im sort of glad my husband was away because he would have gone mad. So after this I was sure (as it was on my records) that they might just treat me a little bit better when it came to the birth how wrong could I have been......... I was induced at 9 o'clock in the evening on a ward with 5 other women at various stages of pregnancy. My husband was told to leave about 20 mins later leaving me very upset I understood he couldn't stay but I was just a little shaken an induction isn't the most pleasant things to have done. After that I was left and about 10 o'clock I was starting to feel reallllllllly bad I crawled out of bed (literally) and about 10 meters down was the nurses station , I said to them I really felt bad and midwife/nurse said ''oh your fine its just the induction making u feel bad go take a bath it wont have started yet my dear'' So of I trot more like stagger to the ''bathroom'' ,bath room my ass it was disgusting ,dirty towels of the drying kind and the lady kind!!! on the floor I ran a bath and managed to get in ,to be honest it dint settle me it made me more upset by this stage I was getting worked up on my first attempted to get out of the stained and dirty hair filled bath I slipped winding myself. I rember one thought 'Jesus help me' I got dressed (just) and walked back to bed I think it must have been another hour go by and I was in agony ,I pressed the buzzer and when the nurse finally showed up let say she wasn't to happy with me , I rember she huffed and puffed as I told her I really really AM in a lot of pain and could she please call my husband I begged and pleaded with my eyes closed it hurt so bad. She told me to 'hush' and said she would give me some gas and air for the pain and an injection (pethadin) ok so this took the edge off it really did but again I was left on my own for hours ,the gas in air was in a bottle on a stand after a while it ran out I was just using the sucker bit to bite on ever contraction. At around half 3 I managed to crawl up the bed and reach my mobile I phoned my mum and my husband. they reassured me it was ok and they will come. With that in mind I was a little relived that I was no longer going to be left. What the nurse then dint tell me was they both called the hospital asking after me and that they was worried and they was both told I was ok and they dint need to come in and I was being 'looked after'' Of course they listened to the women and did as she said stayed at home. Later on it was about 5 in the morning the nurse finally came back I managed to say I had no gas left and she said they has no others up on the wards and I would have to wait for them to bring up another but how long that would be no one knew. Finally at 8 o'clock my husband was allowed in , I have never felt so relived in my life ,then my mum and auntie turned up they made me go for a walk with them up and down the corridor ''this will help you'' my mum kept saying ''speed it along a bit''.she could see I could hardly stand and I couldn't open my eyes at all The shift changed and I was met at my bed by a new nurse/midwife she was really nice I explained that I had the induction at 9 and the contraction would peak as another had begun and they never eased she could see I was in agony. At about 1olock that afternoon I was taken (well made to walk bugger mums haha) to the delivery ward which was down the hall. I was met by a nice young girl who was my midwife she was kind and gentle and suggested I take another bath (before witch she broke my waters )she gave me gas and air and stayed with me my husband mum and auntie (yep they all saw me naked NICE poor souls) that is until her shift changed and another women came and took over ,this new women dint seem to even want to give me the time of day in the space of two hours I saw her once. Soooooo on and on it went and then the birth.... I was given another two shots of petadin whist in the delivery suite at what time I have no idea and I was regularly told to have an epidural by the midwife which I refused , I wasn't making any fuss the contractions wouldn't even let me speak!!! When I finally got to the pushing stage the midwife said to me 'is this your second dear'' I rember thinking no its bloody not what must I look like down there for her to think that'' I gave birth after 2 hours of pushing and im being blunt tore internally, I was stitched up with what I believe but was never really told 15 stitches. I rember the midwife saying to another midwife who was supervising the stitching ''gota get these done pronto then im out on the drink tonight'' During the stiching at first she did not give me anoth anasetic which ment for the first few stiches i felt ever one going in ,i told her as i was crying my eyes out and using the gas and sir again , she seemed rather annoyed at this and gave me a few more injection which really hurt but stoped the pian. So after all that my beautiful boy was in my arms I rember to this day the first words I said to him ' why hello little person welcome to our world'' random as ever. The rest is all a bit mundane I saw my midwife the next day on the ward working a shift she said 'hay paula you know what im hanging ,I was out drinking all night and then in here at 6 and im beat ' I rember it like it was yesterday strange what you rember , I also rember thinking you stay the hell away from my baby. So I went home after 2 days my son had a tongue tie so I had to express to feed him and I had to wait till my milk kicked in. Also they never told me what 3 petadin injections can do to the baby ( make them sleepy and not want to eat) so I had to wait for this to wear off) Just to add the ward I was on I was treated like I was invisible and the young girl opposite (cant have been more then 16) was reduced to tears after a nurse had scorned her for not knowing how to change a nappy probley. And the toilet just off the ward was absolutely horrendous dirty ,blood on the floor and used sanitize wear left around absolutely disgusting. I should have complained then and there but to be honest I wanted to get out that place to a safe clean home with my angel. The stitches were agony for 4 weeks I went to see my doctor who said they were ''pinching' but healing so to wait for them to dissolve naturally, needless to say after that I have had a few problems that may lead to having to be re cut and stitched back ( after 22 months!!!!!) This is most of what acutely happened there are parts I have left out. So my birth story what a joy to read hahahaha I just think my only advice would be if u don't think you are getting the right care you have a right to say!!! Don't think just because they are doctors or midwifes you should just shut up and deal with what ever if happening ,speak up I wish I had a bit more.
I have given birth three times, and each time has been in hospital (Nottingham City Hospital), mainly because I am too much of a wimp to give birth at home with just Gas and Air. All three of my births have ended in emergency situations so I am quite glad I made the choice I did. I gave birth to my first son in 2001, after a long and slow 24 hour labour it was noticed that my baby was in distress as his heartbeat kept dropping, therefore I had an emergency C-section. my son arrived safely and I stayed in hospital for three days afterwards. It was found that my son was twisted round and had been 'back to back' which aparently makes labour more difficult. My second son was born in 2007 and during my pregnancy I was looked after by a consultant who advised me to try another natural birth, I did this but yet again after a 7 hour labour my baby was in distress and so this time I was given a ventouse (a suction cup placed on the babies head to try and help them out) delivery. My baby came out on the second try and he was fit and healthy (though with a large lump on his head!) and we managed to leave the next day. I had my daughter in 2008, and again I was advised to have a natural birth, as I had now given birth naturally, even though it was assisted. My labour was very quick and I was fully dilated when I arrived at hospital, and when it was found that my baby was in distress again I had to have another C-section, this time under general anaesthetic as there was no time to site an epidural. We stayed in for three days and then we were allowed home. I have been really happy with all the care I have recieved, despite the fact that the births havent been how I would have wanted them. I have heard horror stories of terrible care, people left to labour alone and dirty wards, but I have not experienced any of that. I can understand why some people want to give birth at home, the comfort and familiarity of it all is a nice draw, especially if you feel you can rely on your community midwife team, but for me I dread to think how any of my births would have turned out had I been at home, especially as I live 20 minutes drive from the hospital.
I had my son nearly 2 years ago at Doncaster hospital. I was given a choice between Doncaster, Barnsley and Rotherham. I instantly said no to Barnsley as I had bad experiences there before (nothing pregnancy related - broken hand!). I knew nothing about Rotherham hospital so went with Doncaster as some family embers had their babies there. I am so pleased I chose Doncaster hospital, I feel the care my son and I received there was excellent. I had to be induced as I was 2 weeks overdue. The induction went well with everything progressing as it should. But when it got to the point I should feel the urge to push, I felt nothing, not even contractions! Everything stopped, which I was pleased about at the time as it gave me a rest, but obviously that wasn't meant to happen. So I ended up on a drip to move things along. That worked, so then I was at the pushing stage of labour, thinking that any moment I would meet my baby. 2 hours later, baby still not out! Another midwife came to help, along with a student midwife. In my birthplan I had stated that I was happy to ahve a student present. The student was excellent and stayed talking to me most of the time. She explained everything that was happening and reassured me. Then another midwife entered, so by then I there was me, my husband and 4 midwives! Thinking about it now, I should have realised things weren't going smoothly, but they did such a good job of keeping me calm that I felt fine. They tried a few things to get my son out but realised he wasn't budging without force so someone got a doctor. She had a look and went and got the consultant, so then it was me, my husband, 4 midwives, 1 doctor and 1 consultant! It's a good job the delivery rooms are big! Long story short, they needed to use the ventouse to get my son out. He was absolutely fine, but I got a 3rd degree tear and needed to go to theatre to be stitched up. All through this the staff were excellent. I had everything explained to me every step of the way and felt reassured that all would be well. I stayed in hopsital 3 days and my care after the birth was also good. I had everything explained to me about healing and how to look after everything 'down there'. When I have my second child I will definitely be giving birth at Doncaster hospital again.
My youngest son turns two years old tomorrow, so it seemed a good time to reflect about his (and his older brother's) arrival in the world. I have had two hospital births, using a different NHS hospital for each child. My oldest son was born in Macclesfield Hospital, Cheshire and my youngest in North Staffs City General in Stoke-on-Trent. When I first saw a midwife whilst pregnant with my oldest child, I was automatically booked into North Staffs as this is the closest hospital to my address (although it is a good half hour's drive away.) At the time, I didn't even realise that I had any say in where to give birth as this certainly wasn't mentioned by my midwife, although she did ask whether I wanted a home or hospital birth. It was only when I attended NCT antenatal classes quite late on in my pregnancy that I realised that I did, in fact, have a choice about which hospital I wanted to deliver my baby in. Certainly, based on my own experience, this isn't widely publicised by NHS staff so it is worth anybody who is currently pregnant thinking about their choices rather than blindly accepting the first option given to them. Even though I was quite heavily pregnant, I decided to explore my options and went on an organised ante-natal visit to North Staffs and then contacted Macclesfield Hospital and was shown around their ante-natal (and post-natal) facilities on an individual basis. (Both hospitals are roughly the same distance from my home.) North Staffs hospital has a good reputation in some respects. It is, for example, widely recognised as a centre of excellence for premature babies and babies needing incubators are often transferred to there from neighbouring hospitals. For 'normal' deliveries they have a Midwife-based suite and a more medicalised suite if there are any complications. During the visit, I found the whole maternity hospital to be quite daunting. It was very big, very busy and the midwives seemed to be dealing with lots of women in labour at the same time. I was also put off by the discovery that they move you from room to room, according to what stage of labour you are in and, if you needed to be induced, you are placed on an open ward and your partner is not allowed to stay, until things 'start happening.' (I think many hospitals operate similar policies, so it is something worth finding out beforehand.) Macclesfield Maternity unit was much smaller and seemed a lot more manageable and friendlier. I was swayed by the fact that you remained in the same labour room throughout labour and delivery and weren't carted across the hospital in the throes of labour! Having made by mind up that I wanted to transfer to a different hospital quite late in the day, I had to see my GP to arrange this and the whole process took a few weeks. To be honest, I was getting a bit anxious as I was heavily pregnant by that time and I was worried that I wouldn't be on the books for any of the hospitals if I went into labour early! Luckily, my transfer was completed in plenty of time and I was able to give birth at Macclesfield Hospital. The actual birth went 'normally' - hours of pain, a bit of gas and air and a dose of pethidine - all administered with my full agreement and involvement. The midwives were all excellent throughout my delivery and I did see quite a few of them as my labour ran over three different shifts in total! I had completed a birth plan before the birth but I think that a lot of that just goes out of the window once you are experiencing labour for real. The important thing is that you aware of all of the options beforehand so that you can make informed decisions when you need to (as much as you can when you are in considerable pain!) After the birth, I was planning on staying in the hospital just a night or so, which seems to be common practice at most hospitals nowadays (unless you have a caesarian section or you/baby have complications.) I ended up staying in the hospital for three nights (including the night I was labouring as I gave birth at 12:04am.) This was not through choice - my oldest was quite a small baby and didn't take very well to breastfeeding so I ended up staying much longer than expected trying to get feeding properly established. This is where the hospital fell short of the mark for me, as the post-natal care did not meet the high standard of the labour room. I was in floods of tears, faced with totally contradictory advice from different workers on the ward and some of them were particularly unsympathetic when I was obviously upset. Bearing in mind that my oldest is almost seven, I can still clearly remember one midwife picking him up by his vest while he was fast asleep and shoving him at my naked breast. Needless to say, he ended up crying hysterically and so did I! The midwife then said 'If you think you feel bad now, just wait until your hormones kick in tomorrow!' Very helpful! I was so glad when I finally left hospital. I think it was the negative aftercare in hospital that made me consider a home birth for baby number two, almost five years later. My husband was not so keen on the idea and persuaded me to have a hospital birth, just in case there were any complications. I had again booked in to North Staffs initially (as it was easier for me to attend antenatal scans there) and, by the time we had decided against a home birth, it was too late in the day to transfer to Macclesfield so I gave birth to baby number two at North Staffs. My contractions started in the early hours of the morning (07/07/07 - what a great date of birth) and went on regularly throughout the day. We left it as late as we dared to get to hospital. After about an hour, the midwifes were just about to set up the gas and air when my waters broke really quickly and I was at the pushing stage. Much to my horror - I was then told that it was too late for any pain relief and I had to go through the whole birth without so much as a sniff of gas and air! The advantage was that I wasn't forced to move from room to room and stayed in the same labour room throughout the entire labour. In fact, the maternity ward was so busy that I even stayed in the room after the birth and never needed to go onto the postnatal ward at all. In spite of the busy atmosphere, I didn't feel neglected at all at any point during the labour and I always had access to a midwife when I needed to. The pushing stage was horrendous and my youngest popped out all in one go in the end. (Head and body all came out together. The head usually comes out first and you need another push for the rest of the body.) He practically shot across the bed like a champagne cork! I think that's why I tore quite badly and ended up being stitched up for nearly two hours! The worst moment was probably when I asked the midwife if she had nearly finished (as I had bad cramp in my legs and I was shivering still covered in all the mess from the labour) and she announced that the tear was much deeper than she thought and would have to take the stitches out and start again! I thought she was knitting a baby blanket for me - she was down there so long! Thankfully, breastfeeding second time around was a breeze and baby and I were allowed home within hours of the delivery. Thankfully, I didn't need to experience too much aftercare that time, although it does mean that I can't do a fair comparison of the two hospitals. Anyway, it all fades into irrelevance the second you get home with your healthy little bundle of joy and I am just grateful that both my boys were safely delivered into the world! I just can't believe that my youngest will be two tomorrow! It only seems like yesterday...
I had my daughter at bassetlaw hospital; in worksop notts. i was a young mum at just 19 when i had my little lady but regardless of that i was treated like any other mummy to be and was never made to feel like a child or like i didnt know what i was doing. My midwife at my local health center never asked if i wanted to give birth at home or in the hospital ,i think she just presumed that i would want to be in hospital for the birth and to be honest that was exactly what i wanted so i was fine with that. I was'nt informed of the antenatal classes but again i was;nt that bothered as id trained as a nursery nurse for the last 3 years birth and how to care for a newborn child was part of my common knowledge by the age of 16 so i did fine anyway :o) When i went into labor i phoned the hospital and told them my contractions were regular and getting stronger and at 3.30pm we left for the hospital, as soon as we arrived i was strapped to a heart monitor ,the on duty midwife took my notes and found my file and left us to it for a while as my contractions were a bit irregular. After about 2/3 hours of really long contractions the midwife ran me a hot bath so i could have a soak to ease my back pain as it was getting really bad. Still contractions were irregular at about 9/10pm so midwife recommended a walk so off i went accompanied by my parents who by now were tired and hungry so we went over to the cafe for some food :o) yes food haha In between contraction i managed to eat a piece of cheese and leek slice and a couple of scoops of mashed potatoes (school style) and a can of sprite to boost my sugar levels, it was about 10.30pm by this point and off we went back to the ward. My contractions came thick and fast after that, by 11pm i was moved into my own room.The midwife came in to see me again and gave me some pethidine and said that would let me get a hour or 2 sleep before my little girl made an apperance.HAHA yer right by 11:30/45 my contractions were every few minuets and baby was coming Midwife said she had called for an epidural just incase i needed it and would be here within 15 minuets or so That wasnt fast enough my little wanted out and thankgod for that(due date was 27th of dec) The pethidine did bugger all so i was given gas and air, that did the job! by 1am on the 20th of january 2007 ,jessica was here and i wouldnt change a single thing! The epidural was sent back and a doctor was called to give me a few stitches(which hurt more than having my baby in the first place ouch!!!) We were given the family room to sleep in for the night as we had no way of gettin home at that time so we stayed over night had all babys checks done it the morning and were allowed to leave and go home a beautiful healthy little baby girl the very next day. excellent midwife,excellent nurses and the best day of my life.
I have three daughters all born in Whiston NHS hospital and although the care I recieved with the first two wasn't perfect I felt I was listened to and treated well, but it was the birth of my youngest which was the most distressing and still now 2 1/2 years later makes me feel down when I think about it. After giving birth naturally twice before I think I was experienced enough to know, after a night of mild contractions that my waters had definately broken ( I heard and felt the pop and well it was obvious). First off on arriving at the hospital the maternity car park was closed due to building work and the alternative was the new multi story across a busy dual carriage way, so we had to park in a staff car parking space at the side of the maternity unit, only to be told, in not very nice terms by a security gurad to move (so I told him in not very nice terms unless he wanted to risk me giving birth there and then he best let us go) On arrival in the maternity unit of the hospital and being taken into an examination room and without being examined the midwife told me that my waters hadn't broken and my contractions didn't seem to be causing me much distress so they'd observe me for half an hour and send me home, and sure enough half an hour later they were ready to send me hope despite my tears and assuring them that even though the contractions weren't showing on the monitor they were most definately strong and my waters had definately broken and my middle daughter put in a very speedy appearance less than 2 hours after my waters broke. Eventually after me practically begging they examined me to find I was fully dialated and did a swab which, guess what, confirmed that my waters had broken and then things went from bad to worse. I had to struggle round to a delivery suite past many people - partners and birthing partners while I struggled not to scream with each contraction and tried not to push, only to be told the floor in the delivery suite was wet and I would have to wait outside while they got a fan in there to dry it. Eventually I got into the delivery room and gave birth minutes later and my daughter was quite lucky not to have been born on the floor in the corridor while the floor dried or in the car if I had let them send me home as they wanted. CONCLUSION - At one of my earlier ante-natal appointments I was offered the option of a home birth and I dismissed it straight away, however given that choice again I would definately give it serious consideration. My advice to anyone is to find out more about the hospital speak to other women who have given birth their so you can make an informed choice.
At my first antenatal appointment with my midwife she asked me if I wanted to have a hospital or home birth. Straight away I answered "Hospital", I didn't even consider the idea of a home birth. I wanted to have my baby in a safe hospital environment so that if there were complications I knew that the medical care my baby and me would need would be on hand. At 38 weeks my waters went, I went to Leighton hospital (Crewe) and was examined and monitored, there were no other signs of my baby coming. They sent me home and told me to ring the ward if my contractions started and to come into hospital. If my baby wasn't on its way after two days they told me to come in to be induced. Two days later and there were still no signs of my baby coming, so I went in to get induced. I went in at 8 in the morning, they monitored me and my baby. At 2 in the afternoon a consultant came and examined me and then induced me. My contractions started very quickly and were very intense. About two hours after I was in alot of pain, to which I informed the midwife, however she would not give me any pain relief and told me that I couldn't be in labour. This scared me because I thought if I wasn't in labour yet then how painful would it be! Four hours after being induced my baby was born, I was taken down to the labour ward 20 MINUTES before I gave birth. I was not examined even once during labour, I was given no antibiotics (which are given when you waters break early to fight infection), My baby's heart rate and my contractions were not monitored, my birth partner (my mum), was told to leave the ward while I was in labour because it was meal time (I think I can speak for most women who have had children, the last thing you need when your in labour is to be left on your own), I was only 18 when I had my daughter and really wanted my mum with me. I was in tears but they still wouldn't let me mum on the ward until after the meal hour (which was 40minutes before my baby was born). Also the last 20minutes I spent on the maternity ward was visiting time and all the other women had there visitors, at this point I was in ALOT of pain, and was still not offered pain relief or examined, I had no privacy at all, everyone in the room (patients and their visitors could see and hear me screaming in pain. Since this experience I have done some research and found many cases similar to mine sometimes with worse outcomes, including infection, haemorrhaging, complication with baby (due to not being monitored). These outcomes terrified me! The post natal care me and my baby received was better however I felt very alone and upset after giving birth, because the idea of there being complications with my baby scared me very much. Also, some of the midwives made me feel guilty when I asked them for help, it almost seemed as if they didn't want to help me. I was disgusted, angry and extremely upset with the lack of care that me and my baby were given. This awful experience has put me in fear of having another baby. Women who have home births, have at least one midwife with them the whole time, they are monitored and supported. I was in a hospital and was not supported at all throughout labour. Overall from my experience of giving birth in a NHS hospital I am appalled, I certainly will not give birth in that hospital again and doubt that I will use another NHS hospital again. In the future I would either use a private hospital or have a home birth, because I know I would get the fully care and attention that is need during childbirth.
When i found out i was pregnant and the doctor asked where i wanted to have my baby i was thinking - in a hospital as quickly as possible. I hadn't considered any other option however whilst pregnant i thought about a homebirth. With it being my first and me not beeing too sure about what was about to happen to me i thought i would have a hospital birth this time. I wanted to keep my options open and my god i am pleased i did. I only needed gas and air which i could have had at home but after i bleed a lot and there was lots of things being done to me - this wouldn't have happened at home and it would have been a rush to the hospital. I am soo pleased that all the doctors were available to help. It was scary enough without haveing to get to hospital to get treatment! The midwifes were lovely and calming and though they didn't talk me through what was happening they told me the main things and this was all i needed to know! I had thought that it was going to be horrible and you hear other peoples horror stories about their experiences but i have to say it was no where near as bad as i thought it would be!