Well I'm home on my PC and so I can tell you all my story. Are you sitting comfortably?
I was booked for a homebirth (had my pool all inflated, had bought enough towels to sink the titanic, all the extras and whatnot) and waited.
I was due 16th August but I really wanted a september baby (school start related) so refused all sweeps and offers of induction, though I did agree to a scan when I reached 42 weeks to check all is well with the placenta, as is the recommendation.
At 40+12 I had a stretch and sweep (not painful, just a bit 'rummagy'). Then next morning (Wednesday 28th Sept) I started getting period-pain type feelings, about 15 minutes apart. Yay!
I sent DH off to work as I knew it wasn't going to go quickly (contractions were well spaced and not painful). This went on all day and then all night, me bouncing on my birthing ball, reading the entire internet. Still nothing very painful, about 10 minutes apart.
I rang the hospital to say: I'm booked for a homebirth. I don't need a midwife just yet, but just to let you know I've started getting contractions. I'll ring again when they get to 5 minutes apart. They said they'd ring me in the morning to see how I was getting along.
Thursday (29th Sep) morning and I was about 7 minutes apart. A midwife rang me to see how I was getting along. I said just fine (contractions were noticeable but easily breathed through) and mentioned I was booked for a scan that day at noon - did I really have to go in for it, since I'm now in spontaneous labour? They said yes, I must come in.
Taxi to hospital, then a scan, when all contractions stopped. I was told liquor (lye-kwor) levels were worryingly low and I'd need to wait to speak to the registrar about that.
We waited in the antenatal waiting room. Contractions picked up a pace and I was trying reeeeeally hard to keep things together and not freak out the delicately pregnant around me (teeny tiny bumps and all glowing skin, me breathing deeply and visualising beautiful blue colours).
Midwife rang me again to see how I was getting on (thinking I was still at home). I explained liquor was low and she said: oh, well they won't let you go home now, but we haven't got any room here on delivery, so hang tight in antenatal.
I carried on labouring in antenatal, was thirsty as hell but had no water. Eventually 8pm I was told there was room for me in postnatal, where I was hooked up to a monitor.
Thursday evening, hooked up to a monitor, baby's heart is 170bpm - very high. Was told I was probably dehydrated (no shit - I've been labouring for the past 8 hours without a drop to drink, thank you very much).
So I'm hooked up on a drip and waiting for a room to be free in delivery. Contractions now really painful, but nothing too crazy. FAR more painful was going for a wee. OMFG, my pelvic floor has never hurt this much. Weird.
Late Thursday night I'm moved to a delivery room - the moment I'm released from the belt monitor the pain of the contractions goes from about 7 to a 3. Bloody stupid monitor, made things more painful by keeping me immobile on the bed. I'm assessed as 3-4cm. Not even established labour. Bugger.
Told to wait. Some hours pass and they offer to break my waters, to get labour established. Well, I've been here 40 hours, so yeah, why the hell not.
They break my waters and say: we'll give you four hours and then we'll come back and check your progress.
The most painful experience of my entire life begins. Three hours of mind-boggling, eyeball popping pain happens. I start to lose the plot in a big way. I can't tell up from down and am surprised I am even capable of feeling this much pain. Contractions were lasting 7 minutes long (not 1 minute long) and there would be mere seconds in between. WTF is going on?
I begged OH to get the midwife. THIS level of pain must be transition. I am checked - still 3-4cm. My world falls apart at this point. Really!? not even transition?
Gas and Air is offered. I agreed to try it. Marvellous stuff. I can now think straight. I am back in the room. Syntocinon drip is offered. I agree to it but remember that it makes labour more painful. I remembered that extraordinary, mind warping pain from before and, knowing THAT was not even transition, I asid I want an epidural - FIRST.
I get one, G&A is taken away, I labour. I don't have the pain in the pelvic floor area anymore, but I still get contraction pains. I ask mildly whether I can have the gas and air back. Midwife twigs something is off - turns out the epi needle wasn't in properly and so wasn't working. It was repositioned, but I ended up numb only to just above my knees. Hours had gone by and I'd been coping just fine with the contractions so when a whole new epi was offered I said no. I felt I could cope without.
Transition came and went, I pushed for two hours but baby was stuck.
Anyway, obstetrician says it's going to be forceps or maybe even an EMCS. I looked at the clock. It was 23:50 Friday 31 August. I WAS GOING TO GET MY SEPTEMBER BABY!!! YEAH!!
So into theatre, spinal block (I refused to let go of the G&A and took in the canister, haha). I was asked whether an episitiomy was ok. Right now? HELL YES! and out was the baby. I was on edge (so much had gone wrong. What next?) but within 2 seconds my baby wailed. They held up the baby for us to see whether it was a boy or a girl (a boy! How lovely) and he was taken away to be weighed. Ten pounds five ounces. Holy mackerel, he was sumo.
After the birth I felt bloody exhausted but worse, I was totally incontinent. TOTALLY bladder incontinent. I had no sensation nor control whatsoever. I was kept in for a week because of this, given x-rays and felt nothing (even when my bladder was artificially filled to capacity with a dye through a catheter). I had six catheters put in because they kept falling out. It turns out that pain, that mind-searing pain was my BLADDER and not contractions. The force onto it had caused nerve shock - it last about 6 weeks.
The actual labour pains were ok. So ok, in fact, that I refused an epidural offer. Imagine that! Or maybe my endorphins were sky, sky high from the OTHER pain at my bladder.
Labour was 71 hours from start to finish. And, after-effects aside (which are HIGHLY unusual - none of the midwives had come across this before) my labour was actually ok. I did not hate it. In fact, i was very relaxed and joking with the midwives (I went through 4 shift changes) in between contractions. I am actually looking FORWARD to this labour, because I now know what I'm capable of. You will also be awesome - however you decide to labour, with or without an epidural, with or without a birthing pool, with or without pethidine. You'll be amazing. I promise you that. It's something and a half and the outcome is brilliant.