My Story: A New Mother’s Epidural Gone Wrong

My Story: A New Mother’s Epidural Gone Wrong

In 2012, at the age of 32, I became pregnant with my first and only baby, a boy, due October 22nd of that year.

At my 40-week doctor’s appointment, my obstetrician measured my baby at 8.5 lbs and recommended an induction for Thursday evening of the same week, despite my wishes for a naturally-induced labor, and despite the fact that I had been battling a terrible cold. I went against my gut and trusted her judgment.

Michelle Babcock

Michelle Babcock

Fast forward to Thursday at 9pm.

Just before starting the Pitocin drip which would induce my labor, I was given the “informed” consent form for the epidural. Complications such as “a sudden drop in blood pressure” and “a spinal headache” were listed as risks. “Nerve damage” was listed as a “very rare complication.”

Adhesive arachnoiditis, the strangely-named, dreadful, incurable, painful, oftentimes progressive DISEASE with which I would later be diagnosed, was nowhere to be seen on the form.

After reading through the consent form, I asked the nurse what was meant by “nerve damage.” She explained that a nerve could be nicked and that I might feel a numb spot for a little while.

I recalled my birthing class, where the epidural was sold as “the safest method of pain relief for both mother and baby” – a procedure that finally ended the inhumane suffering that women used to have to endure during childbirth.

I signed the form “just in case” and we started the IV, which began pumping my body full of Pitocin.

For hours, I fought the progressively stronger contractions, my eyes closing between them, begging for sleep. Late the next morning, the contractions became unbearable. Not realizing at the time that I could have asked for the Pitocin to be turned down, I finally gave in and asked for the epidural. No other methods of pain relief were offered to me.

My potentially life-threatening wish was immediately granted. When Dr. K, the anesthesiologist, came in, I could barely breathe. He asked me if I had any questions. Even if I did, it was impossible to speak in my state.

“NO!” I screamed. “Well,” he said as he prepared my back for the procedure, “I have done over six thousand of these, and I have only witnessed two spinal headaches.   They’re not fun, but they go away almost instantly with a blood patch.”

I felt more reassured. As Dr. K advanced the needle, the contractions continued, hard, fast, and with just seconds in between. He then threaded the catheter through the needle and administered the medication. I immediately felt pain on my left side, and he asked me where I felt the effects. I answered that I felt it mostly on the left side.

He then either reinserted the needle or repositioned the catheter. It remains a mystery, as neither was noted in the medical report.

Oddly enough, immediately after the anesthesiologist administered my epidural, the nurse rushed to turn down the Pitocin drip, remarking how fast the contractions were coming.   Why she didn’t do that before I begged for the epidural I will never know.

RIMG0024Relieved, I finally slept for a couple of hours.

My baby came at around 7 in the evening (at 7 lbs. 13 oz. Not the Goliath of a baby my OB had described).

I was elated to meet my beautiful son. However, I became very worried at how weak my legs were when I finally stood up. I continued to voice my concern about the weakness and numbness in my legs for the next two and a half days, but the nurses kept telling me it was normal and that the epidural just needed some time to wear off.

The anesthesiologist never came back to check on me during my hospital stay despite my complaints.

On Sunday, my husband, my mom and I left the hospital with our newborn in the back seat. I still felt like I had a mini epidural. Here I was with a new baby, and all I could think about was why I felt like I was slowly going paralyzed.

Every time I sat down, my lower back would pulsate in excruciating pain that would begin in my spine and wrap around to my abdomen. My legs felt like jelly, as though they would collapse under me at any moment. I felt strange muscle twitches and an electric-like buzzing, pins-and-needles sensation in my legs. I could barely walk around the block. It was the first time in my life that I truly wanted to die.

With the neuropathy spreading to my arms, I wound up in the emergency room twice during my baby’s first few days on earth. During that precious time that most new mothers spend bonding with their newborns, I was in the ER pumping breast milk to feed my baby who was being cared for by my husband and mom at home. It broke my heart that I could barely hold him, let alone bond with him during this time.

I was told that my problems could not be from the epidural, as all tests and MRI’s came back normal, and I was sent home.

Oh my God, I thought. How could I be fine one day, go in to give birth the next, and come out like this?! How could it NOT be from the epidural? No one wanted to talk about the elephant in the room.

IMG_0776Weeks passed. I desperately sought the opinion of several other neurologists, all of whom avoided discussing the epidural and, after running numerous blood tests that came back normal, dismissed my symptoms as psychosomatic; a result of postpartum depression and anxiety. I was prescribed anti-depressants and sent home again and again with no mention of the epidural.

Months passed. Every day was filled with pain, weakness, and bizarre neuropathic symptoms. Burning pain one minute, ice-cold sensations the next, worms crawling under my skin, muscle spasms like a human popcorn machine. I continued to beg God to take me. Meanwhile, I had a baby to care for. I was a mother.

I put on a fake smile for months, as I did not want my baby to sense my pain and agony. I relied on my husband to hold the household together. My rock, he did all of the chores and cooked all of the dinners. I owe him a lot.

Every day, I used every ounce of my energy to care for my baby, using nap times to obsessively search the Internet for answers. I finally came across a page that described my symptoms perfectly. The disease was called adhesive arachnoiditis. A book had been written about it called “The Silent Epidemic,” since many doctors fail to diagnose it out of ignorance or fear, hence the code of silence.

I found the author of this book, Dr. Antonio Aldrete, one of the world’s premier experts on the disease, and sent my medical records and MRI’s to him for review. Shortly thereafter, he confirmed the diagnosis of adhesive arachnoiditis over the phone. Nerve root clumping was evident on my MRI’s. I was both devastated and relieved. Finally, I knew what was wrong with me. I was NOT crazy or anxious or just another postpartum depression case.

Then, I was angry. How did the other doctors miss this for so long? Do they not know what it is? Are they hiding it from me?

I have since gone through many treatments for my pain, and I live one day at a time. Because the disease is iatrogenic,(induced inadvertently by a physician or surgeon) little research has been done on arachnoiditis, so there is no specific treatment protocol. The medications I take are largely experimental in nature.

IMG_0399It has been difficult adjusting to life with a spinal disorder. A former avid runner and assistant cross country coach, I now cannot stand or sit for long periods of time without terrible pain. I rely on medications 24/7 in order to function and maintain moderately low pain levels. Unless a cure is discovered, I will likely depend on them for the rest of my life.

Needless to say, the physical challenges are met with equally difficult emotional and social ones. For example, others often mistake me for a healthy person or even a drug seeker, since I look normal on the outside. This can be very humiliating to the afflicted person, and it can be frustrating to friends who can’t understand why you keep canceling plans at the last minute because you’re having a bad pain day.

Just like anyone else, I have fears. Aside from the prospect of my disease progressing, one of my biggest fears is that I will no longer be able to work to help support my family, or that I won’t be able to have another child because of this illness or the meds I have to take. I don’t know if I can go without my meds, or how my spine can support the weight of pregnancy.

What do I want? I want doctors to listen to their patients and honor the oath they took before entering their practices to “first, do no harm.” I want OB’s to stop ordering unnecessary interventions, and to respect the natural process of birthing as much as possible. I want true informed consent well in advance of the procedure when the patient is in his/her right mind, and I want it to be more thorough to cover ALL risks, even if they are deemed “rare,” as many complications resulting from medical procedures are, in reality, not as rare as many medical professionals would have us believe.

In the case of arachnoiditis, since there conveniently exists no reliable system or governing body to report and monitor its occurrence, it is impossible to know how many sufferers are truly out there.

What has become clear is the fact that social media support groups are teeming with a staggering number of arachnoiditis patients, many of whom have suffered for years before finally getting an honest diagnosis. Their stories have yet to be heard and acknowledged by the medical community at large.   It is a disease that has been widely misdiagnosed, underreported, and/or mislabeled as “failed back surgery syndrome” or fibromyalgia, among many other disorders.

It is shocking how many doctors – the very doctors who administer spinal procedures – have never even heard of arachnoiditis. And it is sad to think how many people are out there who are wondering what is wrong with them, not to mention how many new mothers with legitimate medical problems are conveniently written off as postpartum depression head cases.

In short, I just want the truth to come out!

IMG_0719If you are considering any spinal procedure, whether it be an epidural, myelogram, lumbar puncture, or back surgery, do yourself a favor and consider all other options first. Arachnoiditis is an incurable life sentence caused by invasive spinal procedures and is most definitely not worth the risk.

To end on a more positive note, one blessing of this disease is how it has taught me to have empathy for those with invisible diseases and/or chronic pain. Ever since I have joined their ranks, I have learned that these patients are often treated unfairly by others who cannot begin to understand their plight, or, even worse, they are written off as drug seekers.

As a result, many legitimate pain patients are not receiving the treatment they so desperately need simply because drug abusers and the resulting stigma surrounding opiates have made many doctors fearful of prescribing strong pain medications. I firmly believe that access to non-invasive pain management for legitimate sufferers ought to be a human right. Indeed, there is much to be said on this subject. However, this is for another column.

Finally, it must be known that this has in no way affected my relationship with my child. As difficult as the situation is, I would do it a hundred times over for him, as I know the majority of mothers would for their own children. His presence has blessed me a million times over.

12_7.jpgMichelle Babcock lives in Los Angeles, California with her family. She is a member of the Arachnoiditis Society for Awareness and Prevention.

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Authored by: Michelle Babcock

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My wife could have written this. She has suffered from arachnoiditis for several years from an epidural she had for childbirth. The dr pushed her into getting it because of her tachycardia and like an idiot gave it to her during full on contractions. I blame myself for not speaking up for her. She is the strongest person I know from what she has been through. She had to quit a job she loved because of her pain and neuropathy. She lives with a lot of regret and many limitations. We cannot have another child and we struggle to make ends meet because of lost income and medical bills. So much has been taken away from her and our family. I still have a hard time accepting that she will never be the same again. We were also told that the procedure was safe, and it took a long time for her to get diagnosed. The words safe and epidural should never be in the same sentence. Doctors were also treating her like she was out of her mind, which only alienated her because my whole family sided with the docs and thought it was all in her head. And when she finally did get diagnosed, docs still didn’t know how to treat it. A few even wanted to give her more epidurals for back pain before prescribing oral medication!! Are you kidding me? Let’s treat a burn with more fire! We had never even heard of arachnoiditis prior to her diagnosis. It is a deep dark secret. People are duped into getting epidurals every day. This disease should be written on all consent forms for spinal procedures. Oh wait, that would mean that no one in their right mind would give their consent, and docs would lose their cash cow. Most people come out lucky, but for those who don’t, they face lifelong consequences. A needle has no place near a birthing mother. Why risk ruining an entire family’s life for a few hours of pain relief? The poor baby will never get to know who her mother was before her health was taken away. Why are docs still handing it out like candy? It’s unethical and criminal.

Susan Robinson

Not to downplay your suffering at all but has anyone suggested a whole foods plant based diet as treatment? I had neuropathic pain (fire and needles) in my feet that has mostly disappeared on a plant strong diet. My original problem was cardiac disease which is reversing also.
Diet changes can solve so many ills and doctors do not tell you it is possible.

Michelle Babcock

Thank you, all. My heart goes out to all of those who have had similar experiences. I was hesitant to get my story out there, but I am very committed to raising much-needed awareness about this risk so that other unsuspecting women (and men) are able to give their true informed consent before agreeing to spinal procedures. It needs to be known that one decision made in the heat of the moment and a five-minute procedure can change your life forever. I beg you to educate yourself and your loved ones so we can stop this unnecessary suffering.


This is surely a difficult condition to live with and I truly sympathize with everyone that has to deal with it. I’ve had it for at least 6 years (adhesive arachnoiditis) at multiple levels. I felt like I was going crazy when doctors refused to acknowledge it, then vindicated when they finally did. I hate knowing it is incurable, and having to constantly fight for pain meds to help is incredibly frustrating (motrin is my staple medicine). I hate being treated like a drug seeker when I occasionally get a small quantity of pills to help with my worst days.

I am a single mother to a young special needs son. It can be challenging especially when dealing with constant pain, but I’ve found ways to cope. I hope you all can do the same and get help from caring doctors.

Best of luck to you Michelle, and everyone else with this condition. Stay strong!


When I had my first child (22 years ago), it was well known that epidurals could cause permanent damage, but now it’s become common place. I am willing to bet that we will hear more of these stories in the coming years.

Scott Mitchell

Dear Michelle,tho our stories are different,our feelings are so identical it’s uncanny.i broke my pelvis in 3 places and fractured my sacrum in 2006. Along with quite a few other breaks.I have not been able to sit for 7 years.AND I like a fool let them operate on my back 8 times ,culminating with a L5-S1 fusion .ONLY made things worse.6 months ago i diagnosed myself with Piriformis Syndrome,AND i was right.My pain DR said i had CRPS…the pain i have felt last 7 years is just to great to even explain.Sometimes my foot looked like it was dipped in a can of fire engine red paint and the pain was like it was dipped in gas,then set on fire.I learned the hard way ,that i had to be my own advocate!EVEN with a foot that looks alien they(walgreens) had the gall to start mucking with me about me medication,tho i had NEVER done it the wrong way.I hate the crap.BUT the insinuations where such a slap in my face.I TOO have a new compassion for the suffering,and especially the people who can not even get help.I always thought i was a compassionate person.But i had no clue.Really,i don’t know how the really poor,who suffer from severe chronic pain,even do it. I would have checked out a long time ago,if i had not received pain medication and pain management. I AM REALLY LUCKY, and even have a chance of reducing this God awful pain But for last 4 years i was under the belief that i had CRPS….and it is often called the suicide disease.So i know all of the feelings,and the thoughts that go along with this whole trip i’ve been on.IF i get out of this jam,o’m going to call it “the lost decade”..Can you imagine they operated on my back EIGHT times,only for me to get it correct 7 and a half years later.Sciatica from hip to my toes 24/7 has almost made me do the unthinkable…..YOU ARE ONE OF THE TRUE WARRIORS and i admire your tenacity,you are one brave woman! KEEP ON FIGHTING and don’t ever give up.i hope one day they come up with a cure for you. You are a true inspiration to me.Thank You for sharing!

Heather Davis

I was sent this by a family member and ad I read it I started to cry because you have described what happened to me to a t. From the pain on one side durring delivery to the way the doctors have treated me no one understands what it has been like and the heartach I went trough notbeing able to care for my baby after he was born and now I dont feel so alone. I have been dealing with this for 3 years I now have a second child and it is so hard to do anything with them. I know know what I have and will be seeing another doctor. Thank you for speaking out and telling your story.

walt Davis

Well Done !!! I am so proud of you..You have the strength to stand up and tell a hard to tell story…One day i pray that our stories will be heard and the medical community will stop forcing people to join the arachnoiditis club !!!!


I have Arachnoiditis from spinal anesthesia for cesarian 2011. Our stories are so much alike. We made friends from an online support group. I’m in Macon, Georgia. I have no insurance and am only allowed pain meds every six hours although they only last four… Also I was given antidepressant called cymbalta which is evil. Now I will have to spend the next year trying to stop taking it because I blavk out and do crazy stuff I don’t remember. I’m raising children as well… Michelle, I’m proud of you, and so glad we met, although under horrible circumstances.