Our little man is a very special little boy who overcame a lot of odds to be here. Before he was conceived we went through 18 months of infertility, 3 miscarriages and 2 surgeries on my uterus. When we saw those 2 lines on the pregnancy test we were overjoyed.
My pregnancy was anything but smooth sailing. A blood clotting disorder meant I was on blood thinning injections for the whole pregnancy. Gestational diabetes was diagnosed at 8 weeks, I was on blood pressure medication, had bad reflux (medicated) and morning sickness. I also had a shortish cervix so was on progesterone pessaries for the whole pregnancy.
Throughout the pregnancy (and before) we were supported by a wonderful private ob and a pyschologist. They still provide wonderfull support now, and I wouldn’t be where I am without them.
At the 20 week scan we received some news that there were some health concerns with our little man. This lead to a lot more scans, a mri and referral to specialists in the public system. Our experience in the public system left us angry and frustrated after it was suggested we terminate the pregnancy close to 24 weeks. We chose not to do this and have since spoken to 2 doctors who advised this should never have been suggested based on the diagnoses at the time. This made for a very stressful rest of the pregnancy.
Our little man was breech throughout the whole pregnancy, so due to this, his medical concerns and my pregnancy complications it was decided an elective c section would be best. That way if he required specialist medical care, it could be organised in an orderly fashion. We saw a paediatrician before his birth and plans were put in place. The c section was scheduled for when I was 38 + 3.
3 days before by scheduled c section, my waters broke at midnight on a Friday night. We rang my ob and headed into hospital. The plan was to do the c section at 10 am saturday.
About 4am some fresh meconium was discovered, so my ob made the call for the c sec to happen earlier. About 8 am we headed down the theatre. By this stage I wasn’t a fan of labouring / contractions!
Spinal put in nice and quickly – instant relief. Within another 15 mins or so our beautiful boy arrived! Took about 30 seconds or so till he pinked up and we heard those magic 1st cries. As they closed me up, I got a few cuddles with our son.
Off to recovery for us all – this is where the fun started…. my ob explained I had placenta accreta – there was a large part of the placenta that had grown into uterine wall, so he wasn’t able to remove any of it due to concerns it would cause massive blood loss. The plan was to leave it in there, uterus will contract as normal, large parts of it will be reabsorbed and anything left removed in 6 weeks via d&c. The accreta was undiagnosed until the c section, despite over 15 ultrasounds during my pregnancy. This condition is often undiagnosed. I hardly lost any blood during the c section.
In recovery I was bleeding a lot, lost over 2.7 litres of blood. Had 4 units of blood given. It was decided they would insert a balloon catheter into uterus and pack my vagina to help the uterus contract. This would stay in place till Monday am where it would be removed and everything should be fine. I was also given an injection direct into the uterus to help it contract. So it was a crazy couple of hours in recovery while all this was done. There were people, nurses and drs everywhere. My husband and son went off to the special care nursery as he needed some help with his breathing and his blood sugars. I remember getting multiple iv’s put in, a central line in my neck and an arterial line in my wrist.
Once packing done, I was taken to ICU where they gave me more blood etc and closely monitored blood loss. Overnight uterus not firming up and I lost another 1.5 ltr of blood. I was also in a fair bit of pain with uterus trying to contract and cramp. It was decided on Sunday morning that it was back to theatre to try and deal with some blood vessels and hopefully save uterus. If this didn’t work, plan b would be to perform a hysterectomy and remove the uterus to stem the blood loss.
Well it ended up being plan b. They were unable to isolate / deal with problems and stem the blood loss so uterus was removed (this was under a GA). My husband and I discussed before the operation, that it was unlikely we would try for another baby as this pregnancy was not easy, nor are we getting younger. They would keep my ovaries but remove the uterus, tubes and cervix. This mean that down the track, we could use a surrogate. It was hard to hear the news, but my safety had to come 1st.
We ended up being in hospital for 9 days. On the 3rd day I went to the maternity ward and our son joined us from the special care nursery.
We are now 5 months out from all this. I still vividly remember everything that happened. I was diagnosed with ptsd shortly after the birth which then progressed to pnd. With the support of my ob, gp, pyschologist, husband, family, friends and medication, I am now on the mend mentally and loving motherhood. I am proud to be on the survivor side and realise that I could have died from this.
There will always be scars – physically and mentally. But I look at my son with such love and would do it all again for him