Dd2 this time. After packing to travel home by boat train after being at my sister's for Christmas (37 weeks pg), I was sitting in the kitchen having a large bailey's, and felt a big "clunk", like dd2 had fallen out of her sac. Went to investigate leakage, to be met with full on top range contractions starting every 3 mins. Trying to get onto the brand new bed we had been sleeping on, and worrying I was going to wreck it by gushing everywhere. Asking my mum, who was with us, if she could get me a drink. Would I like a hot or cold one she asked. Cold I said,between gritted teeth in agony, so off she popped , only to come back almost immediately asking if I wanted ice! I DON'T CARE i screamed.
Sister and bil came home from their evening out to find me about to pop, called their gp who refused to come out. Called an ambulance, who arrived and carted me off. Grabbed the gas and air, but it was frozen, so wouldn't work (none for me again!). Apparently the ambulance was hurtling through Dublin as fast as possible while I am screaming that dd2 was coming, while the paramedics are telling me she isn't. Being unloaded at the hospital yelling that I still had my tights on, and she was coming into my tights! Got inside and she came out 3 mins later. Total labour 1 hr 40 mins.
Calling my mum to say dd2 had been born, for her to burst into tears and say "who is it"?
The non stop blinking dd2 did because of the harsh lights, made her look like mr magoo.
I still have 2 more birth stories .