Just to add to my earlier post of Wednesday 24th April at 17 36....
And just to make you feel better about refusing the oxytocin drip....
My first labour had started naturally at EDD +4 days. I'd been to all the classes and read all the books... I had a birth plan. But nature decided otherwise. During labour, I used TNS, pethidine and then an epidural. One numbed by the epidural, everyone left the room to leave me to rest. Including my husband, at my suggestion, as he too was exhausted by then. My baby had a foetal scalp monitor to constantly track her heart rate. I couldn't feel a thing by then but was vigilant because there had already been meconium in my waters, when they broke... The oxytocin drip was meant to accelerate the labour whilst I was no longer in pain. Usually, my baby's heart rate dipped during contractions, and then recovered, until it didn't. I saw the monitor go through 140, 130., 120, 100, 90, 80, 70, 60, without going back up again. At 50, I called for help. The midwife rushed in, swore profusely, switched off the drip. I remember someone asking if they should shave me before the C section. The registrar said "Christ, we haven't got time for that, just get her down to theatre!". I remember them running down the corridor with me on a trolley, corridor lights flashing past as they ran. No time to top up the epidural. My daughter was delivered, through a jagged scar, a few minutes later, and thankfully, I was under general anaesthetic by then. My daughter's APGAR scores were 9 and 9, so the scar was a small price to pay for a beautiful baby, who could so nearly have died. The bloody NCT teacher had a lot to answer for. My second baby (VBAC), was delivered two years later. It was good not to have to go through another C section, but by then I just knew that a healthy baby was all that mattered. My son's APGAR scores were 8 and 10. My "babies" are now 38 and 36. C section is not failure. It is a medical miracle which saves millions of lives every year.