I wanted a natural water birth with definitely NO epidural. I was terrified of the thought of hospital and not being able to move my legs. I was high risk due to a blood condition, so when I went overdue they were desperate to induce me. I just didn't turn up to induction appointments, so by the time I got to delivery in labour, they kept me in even though I was only 3cm.
That was 11am on Sunday. I'd been 2cm at 4pm on Friday at a sweep, and had been having regular 6 - 7 minute contractions since 9pm Friday night. I was GUTTED at the '3cm' thing, and furious!
I managed to get the pool due to insistence by my doula, but things only sped up a little bit between 11am and 4pm. During most of that time I was debating whether to let them break my waters or not. In the end my temperature started to go up in the water, and it was looking like I'd get taken out of the pool. So, I let them break my waters. Something I very much hadn't wanted. Things ramped up in terms of pain, but I was back in the pool. Was told I was ready to push at 6pm.
Pushed for 90 minutes with nothing happening. In and out of the pool, various different positions.. then there was a change of shift. The new shift checked me out and started saying that I wasn't 10cm, that I'd been pushing on an inadequately dilated cervix, that it was now swollen and I should stop pushing "just resist... it'll only take an hour or two".. they were bandying around words like 'posterior' and 'distressed baby' 'we need to speed this up with syntocinon'.. I totally lost all sense of humour and did some shouting. There was no way I could stop pushing, I wasn't even doing it anymore through choice, my body was doing it.
Through a lot of conversation with a consultant midwife and my doula, I ended up being sped up on a drip, with an epidural (I refused to have drip without epidural at that point). It took another 4 hours to get one, during which it was all pretty shit... me trying to resist pushing and doing a lot of shouting, my boyfriend crying because so many people were suddenly in the room, they put the thing on the baby's head because they couldn't get a proper heart trace, catheter, had to resite the epidural a couple of times because I just couldn't sit still, blah blah.
Do you know what? It was ACE. The epidural hours were amazing... I'd started off calm in the pool for 5 hours, then had 5 hours of panic and fear, then it all just went away. I totally trusted the midwives that it was going to be OK. I had a kip with the drip did its thing and got me properly to 10cm, boyfriend went home for tea and toast and to gather his thoughts, then at 1.30am they woke me up and said it was time to push the baby out.
I did it in about 20 minutes once they'd got me in a reasonable position. By this point I could feel my legs and the contractions, and some of the pain, but it was absolutely FINE. Genuinely a lovely experience... we chatted and laughed while all this was going on, because it didn't hurt like crazy I was able to stop pushing when they told me to, so only a tiny tear. I got up and walked to the shower an hour or so after she was born.
So, epidural, syntocinon, catheter, clip on baby's head, canula etc... but, a great experience.