Lizzzie
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- Relationship to Diabetes
- Type 1
I had a bleed 3 weeks ago and have been in hospital since - the placenta was gr. 4 low lying which meant that having bled once there was a very high risk of me bleeding disasterously and they wanted to watch me very carefully, while waiting until 38 weeks to deliver. It was the longest few weeks EVER but it's amazing how quickly you become institutionalised in a hopspital (I'm still looking around at half five every day for a tray bearing my meal to arrive). I took up knitting and the staff were wonderful; when I got fed up, they arranged for some ladies to come round and give me a facial. The NHS is a wonderful thing.
Anyway, Elspeth arrived by c-section on Wednesday. I hate being on the receiving end of injections but the anaesthetist was very jolly and friendly and it was more comfortable than I'd expected. The scan had suggested a posterior placenta previa (i.e. behind the baby) but when they made the incision, they would see it was actually anterior, so they had to cut through a very bloody placenta before they could bring her out. I was watching in the reflection of the surgical light, thinking 'oooh this is a bit more gory than I was expecting' but the nice anaesthetist kept me occupied by talking to me and I didn't really twig about the placenta until the next day.
The op went well. She looked enormous when they lifted her out - 8lbs 6oz. She's amazing, fluffy fair hair and bright blue eyes. The first night was hell. She cried every time I put her in her cot, but I wasn't supposed to lift her in and out of the cot because of the pain, and I wasn't allowed to go to sleep holding her. I gave the midwives a very hard time trying to get out of bed when they took her away to calm her down and by n ext morning, I was so tired I turned into the patient from hell. They were very good to me though. They found me a room on my own. I'd lost a lot of blood overnight and was beginning to feel dizzy, so they offered me a blood transfusion which perked me up instantly and things just got better and better after that. Two days later, she's settled into a routine and is no trouble at all.
I still can't stop looking at her.
Anyway, Elspeth arrived by c-section on Wednesday. I hate being on the receiving end of injections but the anaesthetist was very jolly and friendly and it was more comfortable than I'd expected. The scan had suggested a posterior placenta previa (i.e. behind the baby) but when they made the incision, they would see it was actually anterior, so they had to cut through a very bloody placenta before they could bring her out. I was watching in the reflection of the surgical light, thinking 'oooh this is a bit more gory than I was expecting' but the nice anaesthetist kept me occupied by talking to me and I didn't really twig about the placenta until the next day.
The op went well. She looked enormous when they lifted her out - 8lbs 6oz. She's amazing, fluffy fair hair and bright blue eyes. The first night was hell. She cried every time I put her in her cot, but I wasn't supposed to lift her in and out of the cot because of the pain, and I wasn't allowed to go to sleep holding her. I gave the midwives a very hard time trying to get out of bed when they took her away to calm her down and by n ext morning, I was so tired I turned into the patient from hell. They were very good to me though. They found me a room on my own. I'd lost a lot of blood overnight and was beginning to feel dizzy, so they offered me a blood transfusion which perked me up instantly and things just got better and better after that. Two days later, she's settled into a routine and is no trouble at all.
I still can't stop looking at her.
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