'If worse comes to the worse stop at the garage on the way to hospital and get energy drinks and drink them during labour, if you start to loose all your energy it's a slippery slope.'
I went to hospital with DD1, totally clueless, at 11PM. 2cm dilated.
They told me no food and drink.
I had an epi at 6AM the following morning.
They put a canula in, but didn't attach it to a saline bag.
I gave birth at 4.05PM via H-F forceps with accompanying cut and stitches.
Having not eaten or drunk anything since 9PM the day before.
It was June of the hottest summer on record in a while and I was horrendously dehydrated.
They never attached that canula to anything.
I was moved to a room on my own at 7PM and left entirely on my own. DH was told to leave at 8PM.
I rang the bell at 9, because I needed teh toilet and my legs were still on pins and needles.
So I wound up crawling to the loo and back.
I'd missed dinner. So no food till the next day (I threw up the toast they gave me right after the birth).
Having DS, I was alone. No birth partner as DH had to stay with the girls, the hospital was a 1.5 ambulance journey away and it was the middle of the night.
I was left entirely alone, begging for an epidural, for hours, stoned on morphine and G&A.
Every time they came, I asked for an epi. Was instead asked if I wanted to go on the ball or move around.
'NO. I want a damn epidural. I've already given birth with no pain relief and I won't do it again.'
And I didn't.