I had an amazing, fairly easy birth. It was a drip induction, no epidural, DD came out in three pushes with gas and air.
However prior to that the induction took 3 days before I went onto the drip, I was induced for pre-eclampsia, I had a hellish pregnancy and afterwards I had to be stitched up for two hours with no local anaesthetic. The woman opposite me in the ward told me constantly that everyone who has an induction needs an epidural, and it's hellish, and having your waters broken is agonising, and you'll need a catheter and this that and the other.
In labour itself, honestly I think I was so relieved and happy to be almost not pregnant anymore that I was totally relaxed and chilled out for the birth - I danced with DP in between contractions holding the drip stand, got to 10cm dilated and didn't think I was in enough pain to be there (thought I just needed a poo) so I held DD in for an hour before they finally checked me and said it wasn't poo, it was a baby's head.
Basically just had music on, laughed lots, took everything as it came, went in with no expectations, no real birth plan, just winged it as we went along and it was great. I look back on it with amazing memories. But a lot of that was luck, a little bit of very high pain tolerance and lots of encouragement from my birth partners and a fab midwife.
(And I'm not ashamed to say that when the woman who'd told me all the horror stories looked at me the next day as I walked to the loo and she was stuck in bed with a catheter from her epidural, asked me "It was horrible, wasn't it?", I was more than a little bit smug as I said "Nah it was great, actually"
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