Since posting Baby Piglet’s birth story, things have worsened for me rather than improved and my state of health deteriorated to the point that I was no longer even able to move my legs in bed without being in a great deal of pain.
I’d had pain between my legs from the beginning, but the mix of giving birth and having a broken coccyx caused me confusion – I was in pain everywhere and couldn’t identify where the pain was coming from. I was scared as there was fresh blood as opposed to the post partum lochia, I had no idea where it was coming from but it terrified me. Surely this wasn’t normal?
As the days progressed, the pain became more and more excruciating. Trips to the toilet were howling sessions as I bawled my eyes out due to the pain. Nursing Baby Piglet became such as task as getting her into position was painful as often I would have to shift my position a little bit.
We saw a midwife and a Doctor as we couldn’t understand why I was in this much pain and where the blood was coming from. A urine infection was diagnosed and two types of bacteria found. Two weeks after giving birth I started antibiotics.
After a few days there was a bit less pain and I became hopeful. I got up and walked around for a little bit, happy to be out of the bedroom. I quickly had to return to bed though as it was like having glass between my legs.
That night the pain was worse than ever and the pain before had been bad. I swore I wouldn’t cry in front of Baby Piglet as I had been told baby’s were sensitive to emotions. That night I cried all night and couldn’t sleep.
The next morning Mr Piglet had had enough. He forced me to get up and took me to the hospital. An agonising car journey followed, with me sat on a rubber ring, semi laying down and hanging on for dear life, breathing through the pain.
The hospital (not the one where I gave birth) tried to turn me away, saying I should see a doctor but Mr Piglet insisted and the sight of a new mother doubled over in pain, biting hard into her lips with tears streaming down her face and fists curled up in balls must have made them take pity. I was quickly shown to a room and a doctor was called arrived instantly.
The doctor checked me over and in no time at all discovered something worrying, medical compresses that had not been removed after I gave birth three weeks prior. The look on her face was one o absolute horror, she appeared close to tears as she saw how much I suffered when she removed it. She hugged me in an attempt to make me feel better and to ease the pain.
Unfortunately the lesions I had suffered were too great and too painful so she was unable to examine me properly so as yet we don’t know the extent of the damage or if anything else has been forgotten… I hope to return tomorrow (Tuesday) for the examination to be carried out.
Once the compresses had been removed the difference was amazing. My pain was greatly reduced and for the first time in 3 weeks I could stand up straight. My progress has been amazing since, although my body is weak from the infections, I am able to look after Baby more like any normal Mum would do although only for short periods at a time. Large portions of our days are still spent in bed cuddling as I can’t get up for too long as I still have quite a lot of pain but everyday I progress.
Baby Piglet seems more contented and much calmer since Friday and I swear she has even started smiling at me!
Words can barely describe how I feel by what has happened: robbed, violated, disgusted, anger, fear and gratefulness are just a few.
My coccyx still hurts but does not stop me from looking after my baby. I have been robbed of the first few weeks with my newborn, moments that I will never get back.
I feel violated that during the moment when my most private parts are exposed the Doctor in whom I was supposed to have confidence could show such neglect and leave a foreign object inside me, causing damage and much pain.
Disgusted that such a medical error could happen in France, the country which boasts so much about its fantastic health system. How could they not have counted how many compresses they put in and checked how many they took out?
Anger for all of the above and for the fact that no-one noticed.
Fear for the future: for tomorrow, what will they discover and how much will I suffer? Will this leave me infertile?
Finally I am grateful that I am still here and that Baby Piglet is here and well. I could have had septicaemia and passed it to her through my milk. We could have died as was the case for another Mum who experienced the same thing, but we didn’t.
My experience has changed my outlook on life, I am grateful for everything I have and thankful that we are both okay when the outcome could have been so much different.
Needless to say I will be suing.