My first went as follows.
10.30 am day ONE. Twinges, like the onset of a period. Was in the bath at the time and due to see the midwife. Had been having Braxton Hicks for three weeks beforehand. Incredibly excited.
12.30 pm day ONE. Finally see the consultant (not the midwife) who confirms that I am 1 cm dilated. I've walked a mile to the tube, sat for 10 mins and then walked half a mile to the Royal Free. I'm told to go home and put my feet up and make myself some tea.
I do the same walk back and experience a lot of very strong contractions. People ask me if I'm okay. Obviously. I tell them, through breathing through contractions I'm fine. A taxi takes me home. I ring my partner's work.
4.00 pm DAY ONE. Everything stops. Nothing. I feel a fraud but my partner is home. I'm sitting like a duck on a big egg.
8.00pm DAY ONE. Things start to happen again. I've rung all my relatives. Endless hours of chat. My mum tells me not to get my hopes up for a baby within a few hours.
12.00am day TWO. In the hospital and examined. I am 2 cm dilated. I feel deflated beyond belief. We go home. I'm crying. So restless.
4.30 am Day TWO Back again. 3 cms dilated. I can't eat, can't do anything. I'm so nervous. I'm given a sleeping tablet. Kept in. (I've had no pain relief at this point).
To cut a long story short. (Partner has gone to work and come back at this stage).
10.30 pm DAY TWO baby girl is born. Vaginally, no stitches. 7lbs. It was half an hour of pushing in the end. I never had pain relief.
So to those who say put your feet up have a cup of coffee, get the relatives round, big smiles etc.