One child. DD (5mo now). Really wanted a water birth at the local MLU (2 minute walk from my house). I had attended some really good and realistic hypnobirth classes that out NHS trust runs and the teacher was a midwife of 20 odd years, she was utterly brilliant and was very intent on telling us that it wasn't a magical solution, that there was no shame in asking for drugs and that it was to built tools to help, not to magically get us through it, that helped me a lot more than I realised in hindsight. My attitude was very much a case of "Would like to attempt gas+air only but am not going to martyr myself!"
Waters went 2am Friday morning after a sweep on Thursday afternoon at 41 weeks, DD had been checked and was in perfect position. Didn't go back to sleep. Numerous trips to MLU in afternoon/evening only to be told to go home, not 4cm yet. Hypno techniques and the ball really really helped at home.
Got sent to the Big Hospital a 40min drive away after 24hrs as I still wasn't 4cm. Got induced after 6am, we think that they went straight to the drip. DD turned back to back and it was fucking agony. I spent most of Saturday utterly delirious as I was so tired. I don't remember much beyond the 'bad' bits; the fucking nasty midwife who was covering my amazing one's lunch break, the midwives trying to put the cannula in numerous times in both hands as my veins are fucking shit, the surgeon telling me that I'd need a c-section, trying not to push when I was desperate to, pushing anyway and being in agony from it. Going for a poo because I thought it'd help the pushing sensation
it didn't 
I got to 9.5cm probably around 9pm on Saturday night having gas+air and pethidine (didn't remember having the latter), they discovered that DD had turned again and was now in a dangerous position to try deliver vaginally with intervention, she was well and truly stuck so wouldn't be coming out without intervention. I think it was around 10pm that we were told about the C-Section, by which point that was fine by me. Had to wait until after midnight as two emergency c-sections were before me and DD was born at 00:50 on Sunday morning. The surgeon was wonderful, he asked us about our preferences on everything and said he'd do his best to stick by them, which he did for the most part (showed us our DD over the screen instead of just telling us the sex, asked DH if he wanted to cut the cord, if we wanted her cleaned before cuddles, etc) DD had to be taken to NICU but we were able to have a very brief cuddle in theatre and they took DH to her ASAP. DH showed me a photo around 3am before he went home to sleep but I didn't see her or hold her after that until 11am on Sunday.
My second midwife was back on on the Monday and said that she'd never known somebody to be so out of it during labour. I was apparently an absolute state, kept losing conciousness/falling asleep when they were trying to get my consent and so on. I don't know whether to be glad of that or not!
The only thing I regret is agreeing to the induction. I really really didn't want one but after 28hrs in labour they talked me and DH into it despite my better judgement. I wish I'd gone straight to C Section at that point. I was terrified of going to the hospital, I have misophonia so didn't want to be on a ward (snoring is a massive trigger) and social anxiety and I am generally uneasy in hospitals, but the staff were all brilliant minus the one midwife ad one member of catering staff who got the hump because I was a gluten free vegetarian, was bitching about me outside of my room asking if I expected to be fed
I was given a private room, the midwives were available all of the time to help with anything, the staff in NICU were wonderful too.