It just felt very, very uncomfortable.
It wasn't until the next morning I'd realised that there was faeces on my pad.
And at the time I was sleep deprived.
I just had a baby.
I was in shock.
I couldn't understand what was going on.
So I thought the midwife was going to come round that day to see Harry.
I'd mentioned it to her then.
What did she say?
She thought it was blood.
She didn't realise it was faeces.
And it wasn't until she actually examined me that she realised that there was faeces coming out of my vagina.
By that time it was uncontrollable.
Sorry.
And she found a buttonhole tear inside my vagina.
She called the triage at Telford Hospital and explained.
They told me to get up there straight away, which I did obviously want to sort out childcare for Harry.
And then when I got up to triage I was sat there for hours, waiting, just sat in my own faeces, before someone could see me.
And then I was examined again by another gynaecologist who then told me that I would have to have a stoma fitted possibly because trying to stitch the tear now would be like trying to stitch a jelly.
And I just couldn't understand really what was going on.
