I'm definitely having a CS with this baby, mainly so I can be sure I'm under the care of doctors rather than midwives-All I got when I was having dd was stress and pain off midwives. They wouldn't beleive that I was in labour and tried to send me home (this was after waters breaking and with extremely painful contractions five minutes apart, but apparently as I retreat into myself when I'm in pain and go quiet and still I couldn't have possibly have been in enough pain to be in labour) Then when they finally examined me they agreed I was in labour, but that I needed to eat something (even though I was throwing up left right and centre) and they kept shouting at me to think of the baby instead of myself and stop throwing up! Then they told my mum and dp to go and get some fresh air while a student midwife looked after me-when I had a contraction and just wanted someone to hold my hand and count to ten with me, as my mum had explained, the poor girl (she must have been about 18) just sat there looking petrified. I got myself comfy in the bath and they kept making me get out so they could make me lie on my back while they strapped monitors to me, and examined me again and again. They only let me a have gas and air as first I wasn't far enough into labour then I was too far, then offered me a paractetomal, even though I was still retching all the time. It was only after my mum had a word that they finally offered me an "up the bum" paracetomol, but they didn't seem to think I'd want it as I'd be too embarrassed! Then they demanded I move rooms as there was apparently a funny smell in the room we were in, didn't let me have a wheelchair and it was only when an older more expierienced midwife saw how I was walking that she examined me and realised my baby was breech and I was already 10cm dilated!
Then things got much better, a nice doctor came in, examined me and properly explained what was going on, said I was going to have to have a section (I just asked if pain relief would be offered, when he said I would be getting a spinal block I could have kissed him) and we had a lovely anetistist who chatted to me all through the section and made me feel really at ease.
While I was in surgery, a midwife apparently came and shouted at my mum for not tidying up the labour room as she is a nurse and should apparently know how busy the nhs is. Never mind that she didn't know if her daughter and grandaughter were ok!
I got flashbacks to the birth for ages afterwards, and have only just come off the antipsychotics I have been on since, as well as a couple of mental hospital stays, and I am pretty sure that a lot of my problems can be traced back to the complete lack of control and safety that I felt whilst in labour.
The midwives during my fist pregnancy were awful too, one even gave me a talk about how I should expect to lose my figure and I should eat properly for the sake of the baby and not be so selfish. It was only once I ended up in hospital in the pregnancy that anyone offered me antiemetics so I could keep at least some food down. I just felt like a total failiure throughout the pregnancy and birth due to all this "you're just pregnant, you're not ill" rubbish. It is possible for pregnancy to make you very ill, and birth is incredibly risky. A home birth would have been lovely, but I'm sure it would have been even worse for wishy washy out of thier depth midwives.