Thank you for the honest replies everyone.
Maybe it was a normal labour. The latent phase was a doddle, two bouts of shear pain knocked back by codiene. Ive spoken with my partner about start to finish of the 6 hour labour in brief because i get upset.
I remember we'd spoken to a midwife on induction because my last 'contraction' had been over 40 minutes and we were worried, around half 4 in the evening at this point i think, but she reassured us all was normal and suggested we go for a walk. I remember going to the loo and the moment i got off the seat, bam, contraction stronger than anything i'd had since our 2am admittance and i couldn't walk/talk/breathe for pain - partner and midwife got me on the bed, and i was 5cm, rushed off to labour ward and i remember being helped up onto a really high bed and telling partner, that i didnt want to be on a bed, i'd rather be on the floor, then given gas & air.
Apparently i was on the gas and air for an hour or so before the pain got to be too much and i asked for an epidural. Was apparently told the anaesthetist was in theatre, but they would prep me and put me on a drip. The anaesthetist never came. Instead, eventually when the gas & air simply stopped working, i was offered diamorphine, i couldn't answer and partner agreed on my behalf rather unwillingly.
I apparently then slept between contractions but each contraction had me screaming in agony.
I went from 5 to 9.5cm in 2 hours and then nothing, but the midwife insisted i push, despite feeling no urge to, and not feeling ready, i remember that. Then i remember every time i tried to push, there was just something stopping me, and i started holding my breath, not breathing properly etc partner had to remind me to. When i say stopping me, i mean, i'd push and it was like a wall, there was nothing to push so to speak.
I was TOLD my baby was following the larger than average growth pattern, which led me to believe he WAS too big by the midwife, this wasn't a 'omg its too big, i dont want to push', i physically felt that i couldn't and i had been informed the baby was far bigger.
I wasn't in melt down, i wasn't even scared in all honety, all i remember is being in the worst pain of my life and being told there was nothing that could be done about it when i asked again about the epidural. In 6 hours no one could give me a fucking epidural and i was then told it was too late when, i'd asked from the get go. Thats not okay.
Fear only kicked in when this midwife got sick of my poor pushing and put me in stirrups which made pushing even harder. I dont remember agreeing to an episiotomy but i did, and ventouse - then the room filled with HCA's and a consultant. Once they were in the room the birth happened very quickly tbh.
I personally didn't want a section, but if they were so convinced the baby was massive, and i was struggling anyway, why didn't they consider it? This midwife who was there for delivery had been on shift when i was first admitted and couldn't even place the monitors on my bump correctly, meaning i was observed for 4 hours and the readings they got were wrong, so i was placed as high risk for no reason! I was also told that two midwives or a midwife and HCA would be present at all times when in actuality it was me, partner and one midwife.
I just felt absolutely patronized and treated like a child. I wasn't expecting a walk in the park, i'm not naive in the slightest and i did start a thread about being terrified of giving birth and c-section; fear of giving birth itself flew out the window once i was actually in established labour thankfully, but the pain and being ignored, being repeatedly told 'push' and that no epidural was available in a 6 hour time frame, im not okay with that.
I have a healthy little boy who i'm incredibly grateful for, and my swelling has gone, episiotomy is healing perfect. Despite a 999 a&e visit since due to a reaction to naproxen, i am super obeliaboo, i've even had sex xD haha, somewhat gently.
But that midwife just didnt listen to me and it has honestly ruined my memory, or what little i recall, of my baby boys entrance.
Phew, thanks again.