DS is now 19 months.
Induced at nearly two weeks over, pessary in at lunchtime Sunday, started getting crampy feelings at 10pm, asked for paracetamol at 10.30, begging for something harder by 11pm. Gas and air didn’t work, I think DS had turned back to back at last minute. Transferred to labour ward st midnight, only 2 cm dilated.
Horrible pains, gas and air still not working but I sucked on that motherfucker anyway, goodness knows why. Had diamorphine at some point and had a blissful hour of relief. Pains came back with a vengeance after though and they were just constant, no peaks and troughs like I was told there would be!! Begged for an epidural, which didn’t work. Had to wait an hour for the man to come back, when he did he tried again and it didn’t work and the third attempt didn’t either.
Little did we know that when he came back to site the second at 8ish, they examined me and I was 4cm. 40 minutes later I felt like I had to push, and ds was born 20 minutes later!!
40 minutes active labour, 20 minutes pushing phase. No wonder I was in bloody agony! Ds did get a bit distressed because everything moved so quickly, his heart rate dropped a few times and the room filled with midwives very quickly. I don’t remember much of it if I’m honest, I’m going off what my mum told me and I also asked the community midwife to come out to me and go through my notes because, honestly, I found the whole thing quite traumatic and I lost whole swathes of time.
I do remember (can’t remember her face but remember a presence blocking out all the light because she leaned over me) the head midwife (I was told she was the head midwife afterwards) getting right up close to my face and really calmly saying something like you have to get your baby out now because he’s struggling. She was so calm and in the midst of all this scary stuff where I honestly felt like I was on the brink of losing my mind, I wasn’t properly present at all, she felt a bit like an angel.
I’ve just cried typing all that out. It was the scariest thing I’ve ever done BUT as soon as DS was out it all stopped and I’ve never felt so peaceful and empowered in all my life. Best worst thing ever haha. And I know you hear horror stories about midwives, but mine were fantastic. They were efficient and calm and kind and supportive and they never let on that anything was wrong until they absolutely had to, and even then it was done in a completely non alarmist way. They held my hands, they afforded me privacy when I refused to use a bed pan in their presence and they never once made me feel stupid for being in pain.
I wish I’d started a thread like you’ve done OP because no one would tell me ‘the truth’ when I asked. I knew it would hurt but I thought I would sail through it with some deep breathing because I’m introverted really and don’t like making a fuss. One woman I did antenatal classes with even refused to acknowledge that contractions would hurt and wouldn’t call them anything other than ‘sensations’ I’m aware that it may not hurt for lots of women, but I needed to be told the gory truths to feel more prepared I think.
It’s themost amazing experience though, regardless of how the baby comes out. I’m gearing up to propose ttc for number two soon!!