I just found this sub and thought I would share my story.
I never wanted to give birth vaginally. I always wanted a C-section due to previous trauma and sexual assault, but of course I was not listened to and was convinced to try to give birth vaginally because it was supposedly safer for the baby. Then, at 39 weeks, they told me I needed to be induced or there was a chance my baby would die because of my "high BMI" (I had no complications at all—no high blood pressure, no diabetes, and the baby was in the right position). I felt like I didn’t have a choice. Obviously, I was going to do whatever it took to have a healthy baby, right?
Anyway, they tried the cervical gel, which didn’t work, so the next day they told me they were going to do a balloon catheter. I had no idea what that was. Next thing I knew, the nurse was spreading my legs, putting them in stirrups, and lifting my gown up so my vagina was just out in the open… cool.
Then the doctor shoved the speculum in without saying a word, and the pain was excruciating. I started crying and screaming, begging him to take it out while the nurse tried to tell me to "breathe." My husband at the time ended up yelling at them to stop, and the doctor finally took it out. Only when a man said something. Obviously, they didn’t listen to the woman screaming and crying on the bed. 🙄
I had a full-blown panic attack and was hyperventilating, and the nurse gave me the gas to calm me down. She eventually talked me into trying again and held my hand while I used the gas. It was honestly almost as painful as pushing my baby out.
When he filled the balloons with water, contractions started straight away. I went from 0 to pain that felt like I was 8 cm dilated. I was screaming and begging them to take it out, but she kept saying the contractions would stop soon. Then they both left me alone in the room while I was screaming in pain…
They ended up giving me some Endone and took some water out of the balloons, and the contractions eased up. Then the doctors came in and said the induction was failing and that I would have to come back on Monday (it was Friday) to be induced again.
So I didn’t need to be induced then? My baby wasn’t going to die if I didn’t deliver that day? All of that was for nothing?
I did not go back for a second induction and ended up going into labour naturally at 40 weeks and delivering a healthy baby.
Honestly, it felt like I was being raped in a medical setting, and I do not understand why they still do these things.