Wow, I spend one day in bed and then it takes me the best part of an hour to catch up with this thread!
Well done 100years, hope you are having a lovely relaxing time with baby Edith. And congrats for only using G&A and tens too; it is nice to be fully aware and in control of what's going on...
...And that's why I'm quite
as, with DS, that was all I needed and so it was a bit of a shock when everything got out of hand this time round, So < deep breath> here goes:
Waters broke on Monday night as you know and then we had a nice, fairly active but crampy day on Tuesday after the MW swept and said I was 3cm. I spoke to the MWs again in the afternoon as my temp went up a bit and they and the local hospital were all in some disagreement as to whether I should go in as it could've been the beginnings of an infection. That was a bit irritating as everyone was saying different things and contradicting each other and questioning what the MW who saw me in the morning had said; I think that was the beginning of me getting a bit stressed and unsure about everything tbh. Anyway, they decided to wait and see what happened over night.
So mild contractions started at 1am on Weds and got more intense until 3am-ish when I posted from the bath. By then I was contracting for just over a minute and they were coming every 5-6 mins so we called the MW and started putting hot water in the pool. The MW took quite a while to call back - by which time I was contracting quite strongly and every 3 mins or so - and, when I asked her how long she thought she'd be she said "I couldn't tell you"
Cue a bit more panic as I was really wanting some G&A by then.
Got in the pool which was too cold and we realised that clearly our ancient hot water tank wasn't up to the job so changed plans and decided we'd go to the local birthing unit. Phoned again and were told that the MW was on her way and to wait for her to come and assess me.
So by the time she arrived my contractions weren't really letting up; I was getting maybe a minute between them to get my breath and was generally using that minute to be violently sick! Silly cow left the G&A in her car and checked me, only to find that I was still only 3cm dilated! She then talked at me constantly about my options and whittered on about what she thought I should do, not giving me any chance to actually think until I actually told her to be quiet. I decided that, if I was in that much pain at only 3cm, I was going to need proper pain relief so opted to go to hospital. The idea of sitting in a car for 30 mins was terrifying so we went in an ambulance which meant I finally got some bloody G&A!
Got to hospital OK at 6am, everything progressed reasonably well for a couple of hours until at about 8.30 it all very very suddenly got incredibly painful - like way way more than it did with DS - and on checking I had gone very quickly to 8.5cm. I started to lose the plot completely at this point as they were telling me to let up on the G&A as DD wasn't getting enough oxygen but I really couldn't cope with the pain. I just about managed not to tell the MW to fuck off but that was only because I couldn't speak.
Then DD's heart rate dropped right off and didn't come back for 8 minutes and, somewhere in that time, I started screaming blue murder as I was really panicking by this time (not like me at all; last time DH said I was practically silent through my entire labour).
Alarms went, people came running, I was rushed into theatre and prepped for an emergency CS and then, thankfully, DD's heart rate suddenly came back up. I knew there was no way I was doing the rest of it by myself so had an epidural - my family are all allergic to pethidine so couldn't have that - and then 45 mins or so of still bloody painful pushing and forceps delivery. DD didn't turn so came out facing upwards which made it a bit harder but she got there in the end, albeit with a bit of facial palsy from the forceps (which has now gone).
DD latched on almost immediately after birth and we spent a nice peaceful night on the ward, getting lots of sleep and cuddles. She's been brilliant ever since and has rewarded me for all my hard work by being an absolute angel
I feel very spoilt as I've had loads of sleep and BFing has been a breeze.
Sorry for the great big long essay but it's actually really good to get it all out like that. I know that, in the grand scheme of things, that wasn't nearly as bad a birth experience as it could've been but I was really down about how far removed the actuality was from what I'd planned.
Looking forward to hearing more from everyone else and good luck to you all. I'll hang about here and cheer you all on. Big love to you all and thanks for the congratulations and support 