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I
ended
up
with
PTSD
after
birthing
my
son
here.
I
had
a
brief
but
clear
birth
plan
which
the
midwives
may
as
well
have
set
on
fire
in
my
face-
every
single
point
was
completely
ignored
while
they
did
whatever
they
wanted
to
me.
After
14
hours
the
midwife
insisted
I
needed
an
epidural,
when
the
anaesthetist
arrived
he
asked
the
midwife
why
the
gas
was
turned
down
so
low.
I
specifically
stated
no
students
whatsoever,
yet
my
room
was
a
constant
stream
of
students
barging
in
who
I
repeatedly
had
to
ask
to
leave,
midcontraction.
After
28
hours,
an
obstetrician
came
in
and
asked
why
my
pitocin
was
turned
up
so
high,
and
I
was
given
a
husband
stitch
against
my
knowledge
or
consent.
When
I
finally
birthed
my
son,
lying
down,
once
again
against
my
request,
there
were
7
staff
spectating.
My
birth
plan
specifically
stated
no
unnecessary
people
in
the
room.
One
baby.
One
birthing
mother.
There
was
literally
no
excuse
for
my
body
being
used
as
a
live
cadaver
for
5
irrelevant
people,
with
zero
consent
in
such
a
vulnerable
moment
in
my
life
that
I
am
still
haunted
by.
When
I
was
transferred
to
the
ward
my
shower
did
not
work
and
I
was
unable
to
walk
as
my
epidural
took
days
to
wear
off,
but
was
repeatedly
shamed
by
my
'nurse'
for
not
getting
myself
breakfast
or
showering,
despite
begging
for
food
and
help
to
get
to
a
shower.
I
left
the
hospital
after
less
than
2
days,
against
their
recommendations,
because
the
nurses
left
me
there
to
rot
and
sit
in
my
own
blood
soaked
sheets
for
hours
on
end,
and
I
ended
up
with
my
first
ever
UTI
as
I
wasn't
able
to
use
the
bathroom
regularly
enough.
Not
a
single
person
bothered
to
query
why
I
was
unable
to
walk.
The
other
woman
I
had
to
share
my
room
with
was
brought
in
at
3am
and
the
nurse
turned
all
of
the
lights
on
so
they
could
make
calls
to
family
in
India.
When
I
finally
made
it
to
the
bathroom
she
had
left
her
blood
all
over
the
toilet
seat.
The
nurse
ignored
my
bell
for
over
two
hours
so
I
had
to
go
back
and
clean
the
blood
up
myself
just
to
use
the
toilet.
When
we
unfortunately
had
to
take
our
second
child
to
the
PICU
he
was
also
used
as
a
guinea
pig
while
3
separate
doctors
attempted
to
insert
an
IV,
which
we
were
promised
he
would
not
feel,
but
every
doctor
failed
at
inserting
it.
I
ended
up
having
to
use
myself
as
a
shield
to
stop
the
last
doctor
repeatedly
piercing
my
screaming
baby's
arm,
after
my
3
verbal
requests
for
her
to
stop
were
blatantly
ignored.
To
this
day,
3
years
later,
our
son
is
still
petrified
of
anyone
in
scrubs.
This
hospital
is
an
absolute
disgrace,
while
there
are
some
lovely
doctors
and
nurses
we
met
along
the
way,
I
hate
to
think
how
much
unnecessary
trauma
patients
of
WCH
have
been
through
due
to
the
consistent
and
blatant
disregard
for
basic
consent,
instead
treating
patients
like
farm
animals
on
a
conveyor
belt.
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