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Hospital Bad Service

Long time lurker, first time poster.. you all know how that works... anyways one of the below bad service posts made me think I should post my hospital nightmare... and afterwards nightmare as well... gotta love the health system down here - free but damn... it goes into a bit of TMI so I'll put it behind a cut...

...alright I got put in the hospital on the 7th of June to be induced into labor... not that big of a deal, I was overdue by 2 days and having massive spikes in my blood pressure so they decided it was time to just let him be born... alright fine - that wasn't too bad but I was in a room with this nightmare woman who snored so loudly that the people down on the other side of the maternity ward could hear it...

So saying that I couldn't sleep, I was up all night walking the hallways and saying how I couldn't sleep because of her... the midwives just laughed it off when there was empty rooms I could have privacy and get some sleep in. They refused to do that for me... so I finally that morning have my water broken and even then that's not really when it started... but this hospital had 3 delivery rooms... only one of which was being used... by me... so I'm just waiting - getting drugs pumped into me to progress my labor. They'd come in and check on me, whenever they felt like it. I told them the pain was getting WAY too much for me and they just ignored me saying that "it'll get better" if your still hurting in 45 minutes I'll come back and give you some pain relief... well, shit... okay, 45 minutes... 2 HOURS pass by and I'm having major back labor pains and they come in and give me the pain medication in the side of my leg (don't remember what it was called)... then I asked for an epidural... again another 2 HOURS later (after saying they'd check to see if it was possible) I was all of a sudden dilated to 9cms, so nope... none of that... so then I went probably around 2-3 hours of pushing with no progression. Them telling me everything was fine - this was normal - which I know they're supposed to do. Then everyone starts freaking out - oh I need an emergency c-section... joy I just sign the papers I couldn't move... the kid was wedged so far into my pelvis they had a problem pulling him out - no wonder I was in so much pain... huh...

Well I thought I'd give a bit of background information... now if anyone doesn't know, a c-section is a HUGE surgery... if you just hadn't given birth they wouldn't expect you to move for at least a week because well... it's a major surgery... I was drugged like crazy, I started shaking really bad when I was coming down from being numbed... Daniel (my husband) took Andrew (the kid) downstairs with the midwives and they did all that stuff. I didn't see him for probably 2-3 hours... not really sure anyways when I did finally get down, they didn't even show him to me before pretty much stripping me down and attempting to "milk" me.. I'm not even kidding I felt so disgusted... since Andrew didn't latch they just pretty much squeezed everything out of me - it took around an hour for 1 ml of breast milk.. nice.. they told me it was normal for him not to latch and what not... that's fine...

The next day, no latching again... again, normal... so I'm sitting behind a curtain pumping so much (like every 2 hours if not more - day and night) they came in and bitched me out saying I wasn't doing it enough - every time Andrew was being fed I would need to pump... while I was sitting behind a curtain and everyone was breastfeeding their children normally... here I am... bleeding like crazy because I was pumping so much. They even told me that because he didn't latch he'll have speech problems... Then they started freaking out that I wasn't doing enough... they told my husband to go home (day 2) because I needed to learn how to do it on my own (you know in case he leaves me... nice)... so the last day I'm there he goes home - I struggle ALL NIGHT LONG... I'm freaking out - I need Daniel there - they don't care... I get up in the middle of the night and feed Andrew (one of the million times) and just lay him back down and he starts to scream again. One of the midwives STORMS into my room and asked me how much I fed him, I said something like 30ml, they said - because he's 3 days old he should be up to 50ml or something now each feeding. Oh yes, because I just should have known that... whatever... I said screw it and got myself out of that hell hole...

Oh I forgot to mention, one of the times I was going in the nursery to pump, one of the midwives was telling the other midwife about me... and in a really mean tone goes... "she's the AMERICAN one"... oh yes, how nice of you... I just ignored it... it's not that she's calling me American but damn, can't you just use my name?

That day I left - just before I made the final decision that I'm leaving we had a lactation consultant come and visit me at the hospital. She tried for around 2-1/2 hours to get him "latched" incorrectly onto one side... then told me as she was going to lunch to just... get him to latch onto the other side... oh yes, I'll just be able to do that - thanks...


...and in Australia they come and having a community nurse come and check on you. This is normal for her to come over once or twice... because of the latching problems - she came over up to 3 times a week for the first few months. Telling me everything I was doing wrong, and how I should be doing it better. I started to develop pretty severe post natal depression (surprised?) and I told her to pretty much STFU and leave me alone because it wasn't helping us...

Then around 6 months old Cathy (the old community nurse) left the company and had someone called Deidree come in and do the 6 month exam... then she started coming all the time.. criticizing everything I was doing... EVERYTHING... then started finding things wrong with Andrew... oh he doesn't have eye contact, there's something wrong with him... wow, just what a parent needs to hear... we already had enough concerns with him - but that was us, not someone telling us more was wrong with him... we pretty much started to ignore her, she'd call up to 18 times in a row trying to get us to answer... and then called DOCS on us (think the Australian CPS) saying that she believed Andrew was being "neglected" because of my depression. Knowing damn well Daniel is the main care taker because of my depression... and then calls to make an appointment with us again - on the same day and time that DOCS were coming over as well...

DOCS comes over and pretty much laughs... they pretty much said that it was a waste of their time coming over all the time because they know Andrew is being taken care of as best we can (with no support) and with a child that has MAJOR developmental delays and major problems all over... but seriously... what the fucking hell? She keeps tries getting in contact with me to this day...

You know it's not the fact of the hospital, or the fact of how they treated me... it's hard to go into all the detail. I feel I've blocked out a lot of the bad stuff because my child is extremely disabled. You do NOT need to hear your kid is going to have problems from day 2... you don't need to be mocked, and made to feel belittled because your not Australian... that your husband will leave you - you need to know how to take care of the kid... and now having no support but having 100,000,000 appointments of people trying to help us get Andrew up to speed... we still don't get a break... ever... my in laws won't lift a finger but yeah....


Sorry if that was extremely long winded and made no sense sometimes - it's like 2am and I'm tired...
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