Well, here we are in the MLBU, waiting to be allowed to go home, so it seems as good a time as any to tell the birth story!
Thanks for congrats, all :)
They say every birth is different... Well, it turns out there's different and then there's different. And then there's me.
Went to bed at about ten. On my way to bed, had a serious, crampy, period style pain. But it couldn't be contractions, I figured, because there was no dip - just a steady, getting-worse, strong as the dickens hurt.
Eleven pm and we figured this was Not Normal, so we called the birthing hospital. They said to come in.
We were whisked through the beautiful lovely MLBU to the dreich old medical unit - Lord was it grim. The midwife asked me about baby's movements, and I'll admit, I exaggerated his not moving much for the last two days, because I was terrified of being sent home. She gave me a check - 2 cm dilated.
The pain was now starting to swing a little between 'extreme' and 'a bit less than extreme' - kind of resolving into more contractiony sensations, but without the rest break between.
I reeeeeeally did not like the medical unit, not at all, so after I'd seen a doctor (who almost sent me home) I asked to be moved back to MLBU. This involved a subtle acting balance of 'don't send me home I'm totally in labour' and 'but I'm totally well enough to go to the MLBU, that's just fine'. She agreed - bless her good and kind heart.
It was now about 1 am, and the 'contractions' were now about - are you ready? - 2.5 minutes apart. 
Almost immediately that I got to the MLBU, I had a crazy strong urge to push on the contractions - so strong that it became increasingly hard, then impossible, NOT to push. I got offered codeine and paracetamol, and took them basically because they were there and I was getting desperate. One midwife sort of wandered in and I told her about the pushing urge, so she told me to sit on a birthing ball, to help manage it, which it did to a point. I was now anticipating a reeeeeeeally long night, so I tried to lie down between contractions instead of walking around, so as to conserve energy. (I think they actually slowed at this point, to about one every five minutes, but still with the constant pain between.)
I knew full well those contractions were telling me to push. But I'd been assessed as 2cm dilated an hour or so before, and (I found out later) they don't like to do cervix checks less than four hours apart. On the basis of the previous check, I shouldn't even have been in proper labour. But it felt so serious that I insisted that DH find me My Midwife (not Mrs Wander-In) and get me checked properly.
The conversation goes a bit like this:
Me: HELLO I WOULD LIKE THE GAS AND AIR AND WATER BATH NOW AND MAYBE SOME PETHADINE PLEASE THANK YOU
Her: It's really a bit early for all that. And I'd rather not do a check just yet, it would be better just to let labour establish itself naturally, then we can start you on pain relief.
Me: YEAH LOOK I'M PRETTY SURE THIS IS LABOUR ACTUALLY AND I WOULD LIKE SOME DRUGS SO WHY DON'T WE JUST CHECK OK
Her: I'd rather not. You haven't yet really shown any signs of proper labour.
Me: OH YES LIKE WHAT
Her: asking for pain relief...
Me: I AM ASKING NOW. I HAVE BEEN WAITING TO ASK FOR FORTY FIVE MIN UTES.
Her: ...or having the urge to push...
Me: YES. THAT. THAT TOO. FOR FORTY FIVE YEAAAAAAAARGHHHH
Her: sigh ok then, let's have a look, shall we?
...and that is how we found out I was fully dilated.
Yup. True story.
Mum and DH were troupers, up to and including fishing bits of poo out of the water bath with a fishnet
. I got my scream on, and, at 3.15 am - boom! Baby. I have no idea how long it took to push him out, but I think from the point I knew his head was coming out to him fully emerging was four, five, or six separate contractions.
Five and a half hours might sound fantastic, but bear in mind - I had basically 0 breaks from the pain.
Things I learned:
- My squeezing-out-the-baby muscles are my pooing muscles. As he was crowning. I genuinely thought I was pooing (I wondered where a poo that big came from! The uterus, apparently :) )
- Crowning didn't hurt - it STUNG. Really really stung. And it wasn't as fast as on OBEM!
- They come out squashy.
- After birth, bits of me had distended and extruded that I didn't even know existed. Best investment: a 20 p jug from asda, to pour over my bits while weeing after giving birth (see: stinging.)
- Be sure and tell your midwife if you think something isn't right!
- Gas and air made me gag, then vomit. I did the whole thing on a couple of codeine and two paracetamol, which didn't even touch the sides (they were given while I was in - ha ha ha - 'Pre-labour' aka 2 to 10 cm dilation in a couple of hours). Not by choice, it just turned out that way. I don't think there's any kind of lesson in that, apart from that it can be done.
- I did not get hit by the Love Truck. At the moment, I'm interested in my baby, and I like him, but I don't have an overwhelming surge of love. I'm cool with it - I know the love will come, just not as fast as it does for some > I'm not failing anyone (let alone DS, who, frankly, doesn't even know he's been born yet!)
- Everyone keeps saying 'oh well done', but frankly, the conscious, thinking 'I' had little to do with anything (apart from insisting on that cervix check, and thank God for that!) it's pointless saying 'I' did a good job, 'I' was pretty much a conduit for the whole event - if it was up to 'I', 'I' DEFINITELY would not have picked the high pain/high speed/high confusion route.
Hope that helps, all! I salute you 