Yeah for St. Thomas' Hospital - they saved my life
In 1996, late one december night, the hospital finally told me to come in as I had been contracting for about eight hours.

I got to the hospital and was being wired up to a monitor by half eleven - at which point they discovered my son's heart beat was erratic. They wizzed me up to have an emergency caesarian and after poking my belly saying "can you feel this" repeatedly, they finally cut me open when I said no as the epidermal kicked in. Within one hour, I had given birth to my son.

As soon as they took me up to the anti-natal ward, I threw up and started hemorrhaging blood furiously. I passed out and actually had an out of body experience - I could see my partner and my son in his arms and all the doctors rushing about furiously.

They brought me back to life again and put me on watch through the night while pumping five pints of blood into me. After five days of their excellent care, I was able to go home - and not in a casket.
Hurrah for the NHS!!!!

ps: apparently I had a very good looking doctor, according to the nurses, but it's hard to take that in when he had his arm half way up my vagina. I'm sure he was lovely tho.
( camp freddy well, would you look at that!, Thu 11 Mar 2010, 13:53, 1 reply)

Hoorah!
I work there. Midwife. That is all.
(Clarabelle is reverting to type on, Fri 12 Mar 2010, 18:29, closed)