Spanoo, sweetheart, it's good that we can come here and share, right? It's not as though we have to share the gory details, we just sometimes need to get it out. I'm struggling with the deceit more than anything; me and dh are the envy of my friends as we 'have such a fantastic relationship; he is so amazing, Purdie' 
Thanks, everyone, for support. I wish I could leave but I can't. He is a sahd and brilliant at it. We are fucking poor and that is unlikely to change.
Brummie, at the time, I guess forceps were needed - I just couldn't push her out. I couldn't even feel her head or a sensation of her body moving down my birth canal (thanks, epidural). I guess the secret is to not have an epidural and my logic says that at home with a pool would be a massive change in my psychological abilities to cope. Or am I talking horse shit?