So, all the contractions had been doing something and I was 3cm dilated when I went into the DAU. They took my blood pressure and were a bit concerned, so they said they would start inducing me the next morning! In the end, my blood pressure went up, so they admitted me and started me with the first Prostin on Monday night, which they did at 8:30pm.
I had strong contractions for an hour or so, but then they stopped so John headed home and I went back to the ward. Contractions started again at 11:30pm, so I didn't sleep much and by the morning was zoning out using gas and air, and my iPod. They were going to give me the second Prostin, but were happy with the progress I had made so left it. The contractions were pretty strong, but I wasn't aloud to use the birth pool, and they recommended I had an epidural, as they were going to break my waters. When they said at least I could sleep, I agreed! John arrived from work just as I had the epidural and tried to settle, but could still feel the contractions, and was still using gas and air. Stupid anaesthetist said he didn't think it worked right first time (but had helpfully not said anything...) They re-did the epidural, and second time round, it worked!
At 1:30pm they broke my waters, which was stained with old and fresh meconium, which obviously worried me. They hooked her up to a fetal scalp monitor, and her heart rate was decelerating with contractions, but picking up well. At 4:00pm, I was 4cm dilated, so they hooked me up to the syntocinon drip. Blimey - it worked! I could feel searing hot pain flood through my body and started shaking. Merry's heart rate completely dropped, and they ran to get the doctors. The consultant found her on the scan and they were just going to prep me for a crash section when the consultant examined me - I was 10cm, and she shouted to push.
God knows how, but despite the epidural I managed to push fairly well, but the consultant needed to give me an episiotomy. She was born at 5:05pm, with the cord round her neck three times. There were about 8 doctors plus 4 midwives in the room, and she was blue and took an age to start crying. I lost about 1.5 litres of blood, and needed 24 stitches, so John had a cuddle while I was sorted out and then I fed her. My sister had been in the room when they hooked up the drip and I asked her to go and get my mum as things got a bit intense, but then they obviously didn't let her in the room, so she was going through seven stages of hell.
Spent a couple of stressful days in the hospital when I felt quite calm and confident, but now I'm home, things have gone downhill a bit. I'm in the weepy stage (which I had anticipated) but can't stop worrying that I'm getting it all wrong. She's so precious and vulnerable, and totally reliant on us - I can't let myself sleep in case something happens, and just sit there all night with my hand on her chest making sure she's breathing. John's got a bit bossy and has her on his side of the bed so I can get a bit of kip.
I'm still really anaemic thanks to the blood loss, so I'm on iron supplements, and feel very sore (epidural site and down below) and my nipples farking kill. She's a dream during the day and feeds well then sleeps for a few hours, but last night I fed her on and off for two and a half hours. Think she's latching on ok, but she's quite windy which they say breastfed babies shouldn't be (but Dinky and herby have reassured me on that count).
Think I just need a few days to build my confidence a bit...