I came to this institution at the 14th week of pregnancy directly from the gynecological chair of the antenatal clinic with suspicion of ICN and the threat of termination of pregnancy. It was a shock to me, because the child was ahead in development, and I felt good.
She lay for a week waiting for a suture or the installation of a pessary. From Friday evening to Sunday morning, I regularly informed the doctors on duty that I had a feeling of pressure and heaviness in my stomach, to which they replied: "Your doctor will be there on Monday, everything will be decided there." My water broke on Sunday evening…
The nightmare didn't end there, it was just beginning! When the waters began to drain, I was in a state of shock. Despite this, I was told to go to the examination room. I crawl through the long corridor, instinctively trying to stop the outpouring of water with my hand. When I crawled in, my pants and socks were soaked through and I started to get hysterical. I was asked not to scream, but to climb on a chair to do a water test. After that, they were sent back to the ward without pants.
Then the doctor on duty came and "confirmed" that it was, indeed, the water broke. That the fetus is already big enough, and I have to give birth to it while in the ward (this is my first pregnancy, I do not know what contractions are). And when I "throw out the baby" and "give birth to the afterbirth", I have to come to the nurse's post (!!!!!!) And we'll go to the operating room for cleaning.
After that, the doctor and nurses came in a couple more times, asking if I had given birth.
I didn't have any pain, I didn't have contractions. The doctor said she would call someone and ask if I needed a stimulant, and I didn't see anyone else.
Thus, from 4 p.m. to 10 a.m. the next day, I was left to myself, without medical support, without signs of labor! It was the most terrible night of my life! I will not wish the enemy to know that a couple of hours ago your child was alive and well, and then died and has been inside you for many hours! And you can't help him anymore!
When my relatives raised a fuss the next morning, they began to call and come, my attending physician appeared, who, by the way, was not notified about my complaints or about the miscarriage(!).
After that, I was urgently taken to the head for an examination. They were urgently operated on by the department. She lay there for another 5 days.
P.S. I must say right away that I have no complaints either to the attending physician or to the head. the department. These are wonderful, humane people, competent doctors who supported me.
But something in this chain of interaction of medical staff is broken. Otherwise, I cannot explain HOW the BURIAL turned out to be preserved and WHY I was treated like this.
It's with me forever…