"I had a very healthy low risk pregnancy and was planning on delivering naturally. On 12/30/17 I went to Lake Havasu Regional Medical Center to have my baby. My husband Brian and I went in at 3 am because we felt less movement then normal, after fetal monitoring and an ultrasound they found that our baby girl was perfectly healthy but because I was five days past my due date they were going to keep me at the hospital and induce my labor. At 5 am Dr. Megan Wiese broke my water and they started the oxytocin at 9:05 am. My oxytocin was raised little by little throughout the day but when it got to a 6 my baby went into distress so it was lowered back down for her safety. By that evening my contractions were 2-3 minutes apart, I was 80-90% effaced and 7-8 cm dilated. The contractions were strong but my husband and I were breathing through them and managing the pain well.
When the night nurse, Lisa Ranger, came in everything started in a downward spiral. She jumped my oxytocin from a 4 to a 10 within half an hour. When my husband saw her raising my oxytocin he told her we weren’t supposed to go above a 6 so we wouldn’t put the baby in distress, she turned the monitor away and told him not to tell me. My contractions went from 2-3 minutes apart to non-stop and unbearable. I had no rest between the contractions and they were so strong I could barely breath through them and I felt like it was putting my baby in danger. Around 9 pm Dr Wiese came in and said that I needed to get an epidural because I wasn’t relaxed enough for my labor to progress.
At 9:15 Dr Geoffrey Noskar came to give me my epidural while I was still contracting and displayed at an 8. Immediately after I was given the epidural the nurse turned off my oxytocin then told me I would need a c-section because I stopped progressing. I told them to give me more time and that I didn’t want a cesarean. They continued to push a c-section and by early morning my husband and I agreed thinking it would be better to have it planned than to be rushed for an emergency surgery. The epidural beeped that it was low and when we told the nurse she shrugged it off saying there was still some left, then it went empty and we were told that they would give me more in the OR. The anesthesiologist came in with Dr. Wiese to take me down for the surgery. My husband walked beside me as they rolled me down the hall. I remember as they were taking him to get dressed that I was overcome with the strongest feeling to tell him how much I love him because I was going to die.
They wheeled me into the operating room and I told the anesthesiologist that I could feel and move my legs and that the epidural wasn’t working anymore. I started shaking, slowly at first then all of a sudden my entire body was shaking uncontrollably. They strapped me down, arms straight to the side so I couldn’t move. Wiese started poking my stomach and asking “can you feel that?” I responded yes to every poke. Barely after I responded they started cutting into me. The unbelievable pain from being cut into is indescribable. I felt everything. I was screaming in more anguish than I knew possible. I couldn’t even hear my screams beyond the pain as I felt them cut deeper and across my abdomen. The blade kept cutting for an eternity. Time no longer existed to me. The only way I can describe it to someone is by saying I felt everything, it was worse than my worst nightmare. I remember at one point the doctor stopped momentarily and said “this isn’t working. She can feel this”. I had a brief moment of “oh please god let it stop” then the hell I was in continued as the surgery continued until finally they put me to sleep."
Amy's husband's account of what he saw during the c-section:
"When I walked in the first thing I saw was my wife with her back arched, arms strapped to the table and her neck straight up wit the back of her head pushing down on the table. Her neck back and head eerily contorted so I could see her face, eyes clenched shut, mouth wide open. The sounds I heard from her put me into another realm. The screams were so powerful I swear I felt pain. I sat down next to her with the anesthesiologist on my right, the surgeon in from of me performing active surgery. I asked the anesthesiologist why she was feeling this much pain. He said “its just some pressure”. I said no. This is not normal. Complete powerlessness came over me as I realize they’re going to let this happen to my dream girl, my perfect wife. I do the only thing I can do, I try to comfort her and let her know I’m there. “I’m with you Amy, I love you” as I caress her face. But Amy is not registering that I’m even there. I’m right next to her touching her and speaking but no response because she is screaming that god awful scream. I knew something was wrong and I sensed the nervousness in the room. I made eye contact with the anesthesiologist and asked “what is happening to my wife?!” He mumbled nervously when the medical director, who was next to the surgeon said “we brought you in because we thought you might be able to calm her down”. I responded firmly “this is not normal. She can feel this”. No one responded. I repeated it two or three more times “this is not normal”. That’s when I saw the anesthesiologist pull out a white bottle. Obvious to me being a pharmacist that it was propofol. Then they forced me to leave the room and my wife.
I am in the hall alone for I don’t know how long. They finally bring me my daughter but I am so beside myself that I couldn’t even register what this thing was at first. I’m so sure her mother is dead. I ask the nurse who brought me my girl where is my wife, what is happening, is she ok? She said “weren’t you with her?” I shake my head. She looks confused and says “she should be fine I don’t know ask the nurse”. Over the next two hours I asked eveyone, no one would tell me where my wife was or if she was even alive."