So after much messing around and worry, I get to my due date on Saturday.
And this is what happened (times are approximate )
4.30pm - checked over by midwife after having more pains all day who says I am still 3cm and the pains are not effective enough to be doing anything to cervix
5.30 - start getting more pains and more bloody show, put it down to MW's fairly rough exam
6.45 - DH puts DD to bed
7.00 - DH comes downstairs to me unable to speak and MIL unable to time contractions as they don't stop
7.15 arrive back at hospital (!)
7.20 - strapped onto CTG for monitoring due to previosu CS.
7.30 - New MW examines me to find I am 7cm already and hands over gas and air (she becomes my new best friend at this point)
8.30 - Still attached to CTG, on all fours on bed I start screaming at MW that I need to push. Am told 'Pull yourself together Rowan, you will tire yourself out'
Start screaming as I need to push and bitch MW won't let me.
8.35 - Push anyway and explode waters all over bed with an audible bang.
8.45 - MW examines me (took me 10 minutes to roll onto my back and for a gap between contractions) I am 10cm!
Shift change! bitch MW fucks off, lovely new MW appears
9.08pm - DD2's head appears, with her left hand next to it!
Rest of DD2 appears in next push, pink, screaming and thoroughly pissed off!
I pick her up and have immediate skin to skin, she latches on after 5 minutes and doesn't move for another hour!
I tore in 2 places due to her hand but no stitches were needed. Had a bath a couple of hours after birth, blagged a private room for the night and came home at midday the next day!