ive had 2 inductions now, completely NOT my ideal scenario, and with ds1 i had pethedine and g&a, they broke my waters and gave me the oxytocin drip, so i was pretty strapped down and attached to things urrgh. of course, with your first you don't know whats going on and you let stuff happen to you because 'the midwife knows best'.
with ds2 i knew they would induce me when i went a week over and my blood pressure was high, so i was determined to do it as 'my way' as possible. i walked the legs off myself in the days leading up to the induction with the hopes of avoiding it, and when i finally went in they said i had started labour (yay!) but they still wanted to move it along due to the high BP so kept me in and did the pessary. now the effect that had, as i was already in early labour, was to super-charge my contractions - i mean they went from 0-60 in no time at all, it was seriously painful. BUT, my cervix wasn't dilating. i spent the best part of a day with dire contractions and no cm dilation - gutted. i WISH i had had the guts to say to them that i refuse the induction and would labour at home as it was already started. also, because of my stubborness determination to do things my way and au naturale, i didnt want any pain relief except g&a... mistake #2 or what! i was seriously stressed because i was all too aware of the pain and the situation - pethidine would have enabled me to relax myself and my muscles. double urrggh. mistake #3 is that when he was born poor ds2 ingested a load of my blood, which we didnt realise until later. when they first handed him to me i noticed that his mouth was bubbling and he was slightly struggling to breathe, i mentioned it but they said he was fine. (i think they were more concerned with patching up my wrecked hoo-haa). consequently ds2 has had frequent trouble with stomach acid/reflux/a constantly phlemy chest... all because i didn't speak up grrrr and urrghhh!
my conclusion is that next time
i will do things 'better', which sounds weird and has my dh very worried! but i almost want to do it all again a third time because i think, this time, i can do it right.
sorry, im very tired and this has turned into something of an essay.
any similar stories, i'd be interested to hear them!
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