I had an epidural with my oldest - inbetween contractions coming one after the other, mere seconds between them. I was literally rolled onto my side and pinned down by three midwives, trying to stop me from moving in pain with the contractions, whilst the anaesthetist attempted to put the needle (a) in the right place and (b) with one of the midwives heads touching his as she pinned me in place. It took 3 goes. My labour, from start to finish was 4.5 hours long. Because it was my first baby, and I was "just a kid" (to quote one of the midwives on duty... I was 20), they didn't believe me when I said I wanted to push (actually during the attempts to stick a needle into my spine). And I stupidly trusted them, rather than my own body, and resisted the urge to do so until their shift changed, 30 minutes after the epidural, and a lovely midwife called Lisa came in and checked me... and my daughter was born just minutes later. Because of the inept attempts to insert the needle into my spine, and the fact that I went into shock (because of being held down - I hadn't long left my daughter's very abusive "father" - and the speed of delivery), I couldn't hold my daughter on the left side because my arm refused to function. I also had difficulty walking for maybe 3 or 4 weeks after. None of this was checked on, but my consultant (with my second pregnancy) confirmed that the experience was probably due to what happened to me. Now, 24 years later, I have a crippling disability due to nerve damage... in my lower spine: right where the botched epidural took place!
It took another 8 years for me to give birth again - consultant led and in a different hospital. I was induced, due to Group B Strep, and spent a day with an IV drip of antibotics attached to me in 3 or 4 doses, and a TENS machine attached to me. I barely felt my contractions - possibly because of the nerve damage, I don't know - but I seemed to be deciding when they were happening, because I knew, as soon as my waters broke? It was going to be a fast delivery. From the moment they broke to the moment my son was safely placed into my arms and they prised the gas and air mouthpiece from my clenched jaw (I went into shock again because of the speed) was 82 minutes. The midwives - who were fantastic and professional and actually listened to me (as in, they sent my then-partner home because I decided I didn't want him there when I gave birth, due to his buggering off to have a nap because it was "all too much" for him...!) - were astonished at the speed, at how silent I was (like others, when it hurts, I go completely into myself), and how determined I was not to let go of that mouthpiece! I was also horribly sick over my newborn due to the gas and air (so perhaps I ought to have relinquished it after all), and they mopped us both up, coo'd over my baby (who proved himself to be like his father as he also decided to have a nap, mid-delivery - I remember opening my eye just after he'd flown out of me, and the room was completely silent, to see him being held upside down, and his bottom actually being tapped by an anxious midwife. He gave a little mewl of "how dare you interrupt my sleep?!" and all was deemed well by them). I had a hot bath, they rang my partner (at 2am!) to inform him that he'd become a father, and that was that.
I still have flashbacks and nightmares concerning my first delivery, and the way in which I was treated - at the time, I thought/believed that it was probably normal to have midwives decide what pain relief you're having (I didn't have a birth plan with either delivery, figuring that birth never goes exactly to plan...), pin a labouring woman to the bed, mid-contracting, and not listen to her because she's "just a kid". Like every other woman on the face of the planet... I know my own body, but I was so battered mentally by the DV situation, that I simply "put up and shut up" about it. The difference between two maternity units in the same county, though, is vast - the second one was filled with midwives who were kind, professional, compassionate and empathatic to me that day/night. They let me labour at my own pace, and supported me. And yes, I wish that I'd given birth to my oldest in the same place as I did my youngest - but you just don't know until you're in labour, how the situation is going to evolve around you and your baby. I certainly wonder whether the botched epidural efforts led to my disability. How can I not? And given the speed of my labours, there's no way I'll ever risk having a 3rd. If I did, though, it would be at the second maternity unit, even 16 years later.