I had what can only be described as a fantastic labour and birth. I slept quite badly the Thursday night, probably in the early stages of labour but didn't realise, and then in the morning I woke with an uncomfortable feeling like constipation. Sent my oh off to work, even though he wanted to stay home to make sure I was OK, and tried to get comfy.
I decided to call my mum, everyone likes to chat to their mum when they're feeling crap right, and she said shed come round for a coffee and keep me company. When she arrived I was having a bath to see if that helped and got out soon after as nothing was helping. At this point I still thought I was ill or something.
Mum had been keeping an eye on when I was feeling "not right" and finally, about 30 minutes told me I should call oh as I was in labour. I told her not to be silly and she promptly informed me that I wasn't feeling "right" every 5 minutes. My oh got home an hour later and we all trotted off to the hospital.
I arrived at hospital at midday and was examined and told I was 8cm. Went to delivery and waters went just as I was about to get on the pool. Oh will never let me forget that a perfectly good pair of his trainers got ruined.
The pool wasn't what I expected and I had to get out after about 30 minutes as I felt like I was being boiled alive.
My beautiful son was born at 2.55pm after 5-6 hours of labour. I did tear but tbh, I didn't care and had no problems with healing.
Good luck!!