I had my little DS on the 24th and feel the need to digest the whole process. I was long and drawn out and parts of it just don't make much sense to me. Feel free to add your experiences and opinions on the whole thing.
On Tuesday at 3am I started having contractions that stopped around 7am, they were about 50 seconds long and with intervals of between 5 to 10 minutes. The contractions came back at 3pm started getting closer together and I went to the MAU at 2am with contractions that were lasting between 1 and 1.20 minutes with intervals between 2 and 4 minutes and was sent back as I was just 1cm dilated.
I was finally admitted on Thursday at 9am 4cm dilated and already feeling exhausted due to lack of sleep. At the labour suite I got into the swimming pool as soon as possible and stayed there until 6pm when I left, was reassessed and discovered that I had only progressed to 6cm. During all this time my contractions never just came and went, they just stuck together as one big contraction that never died down, they just carried on continuously and getting more intense. By then I was utterly tired and couldn't cope with the continuous pain, and feeling a failure I asked for an epidural. My beautiful water birth was gone.
With the epidural came citocin, and it took me until 5am to dilate to 10 cm, the midwife suggested that I should go off the epidural in order to be able to push more effectively. I pushed for another 1.15 hours under the most excruciating relentless pain and feeling completely delirious with tiredness I again stopped being able to cope with it and asked for the epidural to be switched back on. The consultant came in and a told me that I had three options, I won?t bore you with details (as you all know them) and even though I was really tired I chose the ventouse to try and minimise the need for an episiotomy, which in the end didn?t work as they had to do one anyway (albeit a small one). Even with the stronger epidural the ventouse is a horrible procedure and I ended up losing a lot of blood.
DS was born at 8.50am, 10 minutes shy of a 24h labour. I could barely open my eyes and appreciate him, although I had a bit of skin on skin I was so numb by the whole experience that I slept throughout most of the day not noticing that I was being moved from one place to the next.
In this whole experience the only truly positive aspects were the wonderful midwife that I had for most of the labour (I went through 3 shifts of midwives) and the fact that she was understanding enough to allow me to have 3 birth partners (DP, my mum and best friend) instead of the usual 2.
Would anyone else would like to share their story or thoughts on what you just read?