Hi All, thank you so much for the many many wonderful stories. I feel that I should share some of what actually happened, even though nobody might read it now!
Just over a week ago, I gave birth at home to a beautiful baby girl. The contractions started on the Saturday, at 5am, but soon stopped when my son got up and put Thomas the Tank on. So, we got on with our day and they started again about 10pm, but quite mild, so tried to get some sleep. Just after 1, not so mild. Called the midwife an hour or so later, and she arrived but my contractions slowed. I went back to bed, where they had been quite effective. Son still at home, and at one point woke up and came to see me, but quite late on. We decided to call a friend and he went to play there. Soon after, our midwife said to my partner to start filling the pool. I was thinking that this was going to be very difficult, as I was in a lot of pain, and knew how long the pool took to fill, so figured I wasn't very far dilated etc. Back-up midwife was telephoned at 07:15, but she lives quite a way away and never made it. Our daughter was born at 07:34 (45 mins after our son left the house) with one slight push. It was a case of waters broke, I said she was coming, and she came. With some velocity! There wasn't even time to turn on the lights in the bedroom, and she was born by the light of the midwife's headtorch (she had just nipped up to check I was okay). I gave birth lying on my side in bed (not the plan but she was coming ready or not!), cursing that I had a zillion shower curtains etc downstairs but none upstairs, as I wasn't supposed to be in the bedroom giving birth! Managed to avoid the cream carpet at least. Mattress not so good, Oh, and the Tens machine batteries ran down towards the end (partner later confessed that she had used some from the drawer that 'might have been used for something else'). Anyway, the whole experience was amazing, drug-free, and celebrated with an early morning glass of champagne. Such a cathartic experience after my last birth, and the recovery has been a million times better too. With hindsight, it was the right decision for our son to leave. Even though I was more of a groaner than a screamer, I think the sight of what happened would have been too much for him. If I had been in the pool (which was filled to about two inches!), it might have been different.