Went in for induction on Thursday at T+11. By 8pm I was feeling regular uncomfortable tightenings, shortly followed by my waters exploding all over the place. So far, so good.
Off we trotted to labour ward, 3cm dilated. Suddenly, wham, everything went nuts. Got the most intensely agonising contractions every couple of minutes, really sore back, pushing on and off, bellowing like a cow... Hey up, this is going well, we thought, must be progressing very rapidly here. But no, I was only 5cm. Ha ha, so I turned into labouring woman from hell "get me an epidural now!!!". dh tells me that when the mw said they were trying to locate an anaesthetist all they heard from me was "just get the bastard down here" .
Epidural in, felt much better, but clearly something was wrong. Turns out that ds2 had tried to rotate from ROA (good) to OP (bad) and got stuck at ROT (awful). Added to which, I have (in the obstetricians charming words) "sticky outy bits" on my pelvis stopping ds rotating any further, and stopping the forceps working. And so ds2 was born by caesarean section at 6.10am on Friday 7lb14oz, none the worse for his experience. Wish I could say the same for his mother, who remains eternally disappointed by her hopeless body.