DD1 - had a sweep at about 11am at 41 weeks and went home. Was contracting every three minutes by about 3 in the afternoon and went back to the hospital. Continued to contract on the induction ward while waiting for a bed until about 10.30pm. Coped on tens and then gas & air. Moved to the labour ward where they broke my waters at 5cm. They did that as a scan that morning, before the sweep, showed that DD1 had released some meconium so they wanted to see what my waters looked like. Started pushing at about 12.15am and she was born at 1.01am. She was a compound presentation (had her hand up beside her head) and therefore tore me quite badly so after delivering her on gas & air, I ended up in theatre with a spinal anyway. My midwife held my hand throughout, and wouldn't leave my side until DD had latched. Got to the ward at about 4.30am and, as I was a very nervous new Mum, stayed in that night and went home at lunchtime the following day.
DD2 - at about 11am (theme!) on 40+3 said to DH, "I don't think these are Braxton Hicks!" Had a lovely day with him and DD1, walked to, and around a park, and at 6pm said we'd better get his Mum over. Went to the hospital at 12.30am contracting every 3 mins which massively slowed down in the car to every 7!! But they wouldn't let me home as for most of the last trimester she'd been transverse and they were afraid she'd move. Slept on and off until about 6 using the gas & air when I had contractions. Asked for an epidural at about 8.30am (having thrown up, which I also did with DD1 - turns out that's a "thing" when I'm in transition!) but when the midwife said I was 8cm, stretching to 9cm, said "fuck it, I'll do it myself." Definitely pooped myself around then
. Waters went with a gush at 9.10am, and the midwife said she was going to prep her episiotomy kit. Since my tear with DD1 had been bad, I'd agreed with the midwives and consultant that one would be done if necessary. As she was doing that, I felt DD2 crown, then delivered the head, at which point DH shouted and the midwife panicked and DD2 slid out at 9.14. The response from the midwife? "Oh, my colleague at shift change told me that when you went, you'd go fast!" Turned out she was bank staff who liked (her words) working on Sunday as the parking was free. In her defence, she knew what she couldn't do so got someone else to stitch me (just about a second degree tear).
My pulse then rested at 180 for five hours so they wouldn't let me go home and by the they were happy to sign me off, there was no-one around to sign off DD so we ended up in for the night (I was DESPERATE to get home to DD1). DD2 slept for 8 hours. And then didn't sleep for 6 months after that.