I had an unfortunate incident last week that resulted in a late night ambulance ride and a couple of nights at the local hospital. We found out at the 20 week scan I had a low laying placenta, so although we knew that was the likely cause of a rather large bleed it was still freakin terrifying at the time. Now, I'm not saying all hospitals are evil places, but my experience at this one – my only hospital visit ever – was unfortunately not a positive one. Despite everything being okay I was consistently bullied into transferring my care from my private midwife to their hospital clinic (not a chance) and repeatedly told that my delivery is now an 80% of being a c-section (bullshit) and the need to have ultrasounds once a month (also, bullshit) and threats that after the third bleed (um, if it even happens) I would have to stay in hospital until delivery... and on... and on. Shortly after being admitted a scan showed a healthy baby no longer sitting breech, when I showed a bit of excitement at this – because at my 20 week scan the little bugger was upside down – I was quick to be told not to expect it to stay like that "they move so much early on, you'll probably find it's breech again by the morning". Yup, Nice one, arsehole! Way to make the lady with the bloody pyjamas feel good.
It will come as no surprise that once we (PB, my private midwife and I) felt confident it was safe to leave I discharged myself and hightailed it out of there. Tubes in arm and all.
So I'm taking it a bit easier now and we're all hoping that by 35 weeks the placenta would have moved enough to have a crack at natural birth. Apparently the odds are in my favour!