My waters broke late at night, two days before my due date. You know how they say, "Oh, it won't be like the movies, it'll probably just be a trickle, you might not even notice"?
Well, give my womb an Oscar, because it was like Niagara Falls. I went through five towels getting from the living room to the bathroom.
Twenty minutes later, I had my first contraction, then the projectile vomiting started. Unfortunately I was sitting on the toilet still gushing water at this point (seriously, I was wondering if there was actually a baby in there or just fluid), so I threw up all over the door, floor and walls. I phoned the hospital, had a shower (and leaked more fluid) whilst husband cleared up my sick, valiantly trying not to be sick himself. If I'd known that I was going into labour that night, I probably would have given the all you can eat Chinese buffet a miss.
Went to the hospital, threw up in the car park, got inside, was assessed by the midwife who declared she was going to start running the pool. Got into my birthing room, threw up in a bowl, got into the pool, found gas and air hilariously ineffectual, along with hypnobirthing (mentally "imagining a golden light" pretty rapidly gave way to "an epidural would be nice" during crowning, which basically felt like my vagina was on fire), kept on checking to see if I'd pooped (I had :( Midwife didn't bat an eyelid. ).
Our popped child four hours after waters broke, immediate relief. Got out of the pool, lay on the couch with my offspring whilst my husband told me I was awesome, had an injection to deliver the placenta. Waited a while for the swelling to go down so the midwife could assess the damage. One 2nd degree tear, but not in too bad a place (as far as tears to your genitals go).
Off to another room to get stitched up, husband in tow taking care of the sprog. It's at this point I discovered how to use gas and air properly - I'd been taking single inhales instead of breathing in repeatedly. Aaah. I believe I talked nonsense, had ibuprofen stuck up my bum.
Cuddled child and gave him his first go at the boob, had a shower, got wheeled to the ward.
No lasting injury, everything as good as new, despite my baby being nearly 9lbs. Quite sore in the weeks afterwards - pissing felt like acid (jug of water helps) and a few interesting clots). Having a poo was terrifying, even though my tear avoided my arse (it was fine). Oh, and watch out for comedy boobs on day three when your milk comes in.
Totally worth it!