2023-04-18 19:40:00
Dear friends, our reader Marga had two really adventurous births. In three years she has been in intensive care twice, her first child had adjustment difficulties, her second child had one neonatal sepsis and a hole in the heart wall. Here she tells her dramatic birth stories. She was often not treated well.
“Both of my pregnancies have been wonderful. I didn’t have any particular problems, although towards the end I had some stomach-related back pains and infinitely excruciating fatigue, but otherwise everything was okay. However, the may beetle (05/20) absolutely did not want to move out of his single apartment to be thrown into an existing family.
Labor is induced
After several miscalculations regarding the expected ET, the clinic staff decided to initiate at 41+5. At first I was given gel twice to get the contractions going, but when that didn’t do the job I wanted either, I was given two more pills. However, this measure also led to nothing and without the desired effect I ended up on the oxytocin drip.
With an PDA, because the pain had already taken control of me so much that my oxygen saturation regularly ran away and said goodbye. After endless 33 hours of labour, he was finally here: my cockchafer.
He was beautiful, he screamed directly and searched my face for an opportunity to suckle, gave me a noisy kiss and then came to the coveted fountain of eternal youth.
Bonding, breastfeeding, fainting
Since I fainted once more and once more during the bonding and the first breastfeeding, the little one came to dad’s arm. The midwife must have called the doctor who stitched me up, and in my subconscious I heard the midwives saying: “We were lucky that you and your child are still alive. As long as she transmitted it, I wouldn’t have been surprised. Why didn’t the doctors arrange for a caesarean?!” The doctor came and sewed up my birth injuries.
Meanwhile, the may beetle was being examined and papa was only told grumpily that the little one had to go to neonatology. He suffers from tachycardia and gives the impression that he has withdrawal symptoms. That would mean that his wife had to have a drug test, and that he should say goodbye, because if the result was positive, the child would be gone forever.
A drug test for mom?
My husband was left perplexed and it took me four hours to find out that my child was still alive and in the neonatology department. Two days passed before I was allowed to touch him. For two days I was allowed to hear that I certainly didn’t tell the truth and that I was dependent.
After two days, the head physician of the hospital came to me and apologized for the behavior of his colleagues, they had to play it safe and since nothing had been confirmed, I might now take my son to my chest and take him to a room in the neonatology department relate.
New tests were run on him every day, heart ultrasound, EKG, etc. He was on quite a lot of cords, so every touch was fraught with fear of pulling one. Unfortunately, the ward management was not particularly helpful to me, they kept mentioning that I am to blame for his condition and that only heaven knows why we are both still here.
It was just adjustment difficulties
After a week we were released, with the result that the birth was difficult for him under all the medication and it took him a few days to settle into the new world. Today, almost three years later, he is doing well.
He’s a blue-eyed, blond, skinny dream girl and the darling of his daycare. When he has an infection, he always calls out “Here, I haven’t got it yet!”, but that’s okay. We are happy with what we have.
My second miracle is 15 days old today. It came on its own, three days following his calculated ET. The birth was uneventful with only one injury and he stayed with me the whole time.
Postpartum with the second miracle
Up until five days ago we were in our postpartum bubble, just baby and mom. On Tuesday he was unusually sleepy, at first I thought he would make up for the night. By 3pm I had him on the changing table, the heat lamp was beating on my head and I instinctively wanted to take his temperature.
The thermometer climbed to 38.8°, he was lethargic. I immediately called dad over so he might dress little Yoda (that’s what we called him because of his banged ears). In the meantime, I packed some clothes, got dressed and registered us at the children’s hospital, which fortunately is only a ten-minute walk away.
Something is wrong: Off to the clinic
We should come by right away. We received a friendly welcome and went straight to the doctor. She did all the tests and soon the suspicion arose that he had neonatal sepsis. His general condition had already deteriorated and we were transferred to the larger location, with an intensive care unit for children and babies, with emergency services and blue lights.
In the ambulance I was injected with something to calm me down because I just mightn’t take it anymore. At the ITS, everyone took very loving care of the little patient. One of the paramedics stayed with me to make sure I was okay while my baby was being attended to by three doctors and two nurses at the same time.
Newborn sepsis: antibiotics, electrolysis, antipyretics
He was immediately given antibiotics, electrolysis and antipyretics. The suspicion of neonatal sepsis was confirmed, it was probably caused by an infection of the upper respiratory tract. Luckily she was still at the beginning and might be treated very well. During the days, more tests were done on Baby Yoda. Among other things, a cardiac ultrasound, which then came VSD out of here. A small hole that will seal itself but needs to be closely controlled.
Both were treated more than well, so that we might be released home yesterday. The doctor urged me once more that my maternal instinct was absolutely right and if I had waited just two more hours my baby would have died.
Dear moms, dear dads, please take care of your babies and children
We haven’t really arrived at home yet, the ITS is still in my bones. I fell asleep crying and woke up once more simply because I mightn’t process it any other way. My baby might have died if I hadn’t reacted in time.
Dear moms, dear dads, please watch your babies and children and rather go to the doctor once too often than once too little if something seems strange to you. ♡ The four of us are jerking our way around here.”
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