Your Jeremy Kyle maternity moments

I have to say I am glad that I can't think of a moment like these. Some of these stories are so sad. 

Scooby:

The following morning they called a doctor as her baby was shaking and they couldn't figure out why. They were giving her the 3rd degree about what she had eaten and drank - "just the food from here and water" cue the rest of us shreking in horror at her response - she had been downing red bull like it was going out of fashion.

This has just made me so sad.   I wonder how that poor child is now?

Thankfully i was in a side room on my own so never really got to see any Jeremy Kyle families when i was in hospital.

After having E I was taken up to the ward about 11pm, there were 2 other ladies in there.  E slept the whole night but one of the women just wouldn't shut up, I had the curtain pulled round but she kept popping her head round the curtain to chat and have a look at my baby. 

She told me she had 5 kids at home.  The next morning I was desperate to get out, so when the MW came round I asked her when I could go, the chatty chavvy woman shouted across the ward, ere man, what the eff you wanna go home home for, I've been here for nearly a week, I'm taking time off from them little b*stards at home and resting here, I'm staying til they chuck me out.

Hollywood:

Mrs Cee:

 

There was also a poor girl who had a baby the same day as me and she only looked about 12 and the baby had to have a stomach operation, she never had any visitors, i think she was a single mum, she was really friendly and maybe quite lonely.

 

 

 

 

 

Teenagers are statistically more likely to have a prem baby, I thought, which would explain why there were a few. There were a number on our unit - all smokers, all charvers and all quite difficult not to very quickly feel sorry for. As soon as you met THEIR mothers, or realised you'd never once clapped eyes on Grandma despite being at the hospital 9am-7pm everyday, it all made sense. Very scared young girls with zero support network. Desperately, desperately sad.

 

I was 18 when I had my preemie. And was the only teen with a baby in the SCBU. Not a smoker either.

But then there is my friend, had her first at 16, had her 5th a week after I had J. Smoked through all her pregnancies as she thought it'd make her babies smaller. It did.

Not my JK moment but someone I know.

Her partner 'worked away' and so missed the birth. He came to visit later and after he left the midwife asked if it was her brother. She said no why, , midwife replied 'oh just that he was here 2 weeks ago when his partner had a little girl'

OOOPS!!

LoveSka:

Not my JK moment but someone I know.

Her partner 'worked away' and so missed the birth. He came to visit later and after he left the midwife asked if it was her brother. She said no why, , midwife replied 'oh just that he was here 2 weeks ago when his partner had a little girl'

OOOPS!!

Noooo! That's awful.

I didn't really come across any JK types but some of the stories on here are terribly sad.

oh my// after reading these i feel so sad for the little babys..

my jk momnet was when i was in the prelabour ward.. i was walking up and down trying to get the labour going.. and there were two girls (inner dublinners if ya can imagin the accent-i doubt it bur common) one says to the other she better blleeding come and give me the bloody pethadine or il punch her lights out im in so much bloody pain...

then they see me walking up and down and say what that on ya luv..(i had a tense machine on) i told them, her friend said was tha then.. her mate says "SHES BLEEDING ELECTROUCUTING HERSELF INSHE".(.I had to hide to contain my self)

I thought of another, thankfully a little lighter in mood!

C was born just before 6, and so a couple of hours after she was born, the midwives changed shifts. The new midwife came in and introduced herself and we started just chatting for a while - she really was lovely (she recommended us a few local takeaways as she lived just up the road from us!). ANYWAY. When we told her C's name, she got all excited as she obviously saw us as kindred spirits - she too had kids with unusual names!  

Her 17yo son was called....... Shamen, and her 19yo daughter?

Ecstasy. 

90s raver anyone?

(just to add, this woman was a lovely midwife, and very sweet, but really, naming your kid after a class a drug?!?)

These are so sad/ bad!

My friend is a midwife and she said she had a young girl in on her 4th baby. She was being a right pain from the off demanding different pain relief etc, she had a cannula put in for something but said she needed a fag. My friend told her she couldn't go with what ever she was having as she needed to be supervised whilst on it. The girl demanded a midwife took her to have a fag, when my friend refused saying they were already short staffed so she certainly wouldn't be wasting her time taking her down to smoke whilst other women in labour needed attending too, the girl ripped her cannula out (blood spurting everywhere) went down for a fag. 

When she came back up she demanded it be put back in because she wanted an epidural! 

I'm so lucky I wasn't in the hospital long enough to have any of these moments! 

When I was on the post labour ward, the very very young girl next to me was having trouble with the bleeding, 'it's f-ing pouring out everytime I f-ing stand up' down the phone to her dad, 'the baby next door work stop f-ing crying' -about J, we had just been brought down and I was barely conscious enough to deal with him and she had inverted nipples, after 24 hours I think I knew more about her nipples than I know about my own. I discharged myself that evening as I couldn't face another night with her next door!

I had a woman opposite me on the post labour ward who didn't know she was pregnant til she went into labour. She already had a little boy. I knew all the history behind it. This little girl was the result of a one night stand and she kept wheeling the baby downstairs so she could have a fag. Also stunk out the bay with KFC (I hate KFC).

Her and her family had no compassion for the rest of us in the ward. Shouting and swearing that she had to go home now or else. She had social services, vulnerable child services (I think that's what they're called). All having private conversations behind the curtain. Did not pay any attention to the two visitors at a time rule. They took over the whole bay. The little boy playing on his scooter up the ward!

I couldn't wait to get out of there but as she was making such a fuss they got her discharge ready first. When they left we all breathed a sigh of relief. I often wonder how that little girl is now.