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When I went into labor with my second child, my daughter. I went in, and startedhaving more pain between contractions than during.. The doctors and nurses all rushed in, and declared that I had to have a c-section immediately or the baby and I would die. My uterus was tearing... so they rushed me off, and there were like 6 people working on me as I drifted off to sleep. Well I woke up, I had a tube in my nose, and I couldn't stop shaking, because of the affects of the anesthetic. I couldn't control my limbs, and that freaked me out. I wasn't wtih it, and kept trying to take the thing out of my nose that was bothering me. I asked about the baby, they said it was a girl and she was fine. jact brought her in, said she was perfect, it was ok, etc, and I was a bit more relieved, but I felt horrible and still couldn't control the shaking.
Then I heard the nurses babbling about oxygen and bleeding and all I could think about was how it felt like I wasn't breathing enough, and I was dizzy and shaking violently. Then the nurses started raising alarms and paging doctors saying I was bleeding out and they must have cut an artery during surgery, and that I had to be rushed back to the OR, and me, still heavily sedated, didn't really get a grasp on anything. I just knew I had two babies now (my son who was 2ish at the time) and I couldn't die. If I closed my eyes I might not wake up and my babies wouldn't have a mommy. I was so terrified I fought the nurses off, wouldn't let them put me to sleep. All I can remember is saying over and over that I couldn't die because I had babies, and they shouldn't make me go to sleep.
I know I wasn't with it, but because I couldn't think logically and all I felt was emotions, the thought of not waking up for my babies was the scariest moment of my entire life. Everything ended up ok, and this incident was what made the doctors realize more than anything that I was a hemopheliac, but if I never have another moment like that again, it will be too soon.
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