I had two wonderful labors, first hypnobirth, second epidural.
DS1 (37+6) - 9am routine exam. Apparently was nearly 4cm dilated but felt nothing other than BH. Had sweep.
11am - felt big contraction that stopped me in my tracks. Left work to go and put my feet up.
11.03 - waters break in a gush. Contractions start every 3 minutes but still bearable.
12.00 - arrive at lovely hospital with my lovely OBGYN. Am 6cms. Doula arrives.
1pm - get into bath + visualization + moo like a cow.
3pm - decide I've had enough and I want to go to sleep. Doc examines me, am 9cm.
3.40pm - have wrestled the entinox away from DH who has been getting high off his ass in the corner and have a few sucks on it.
3.42pm - 10cm have to push, entinox gets taken away.
4.10pm - DS1 emerges absolutely furious with the injustice of being born. DH's face when he says "it's a boy" will never be forgotten.
Best day of my life. Felt utterly invincible.
DS2 (38+2) - 9pm achy contractions every 8 minutes. Not convinced its labor but go to hospital anyway on OBGYN orders. DS2 has to be monitored due to previous minor concerns about his little heart in utero.
9.30pm - Only 3cms. Crap. Get on monitor.
10.30pm - Contractions every 3 minutes, having to breath through them. 4cms. Think "fuck this for a game of soldiers, I'm having an epidural, I'm too tired to breath and visualise". Order epidural.
11.15pm - epidural arrives. Contractions every 90 seconds. Probably still 4cms.
11.30 - get comfortable. Text family back in UK to tell them baby is on his way. Text work to let them know I'm not coming in for the next 4 months. Text babysitter to tell her to sleep on the couch. Fall asleep.
5.55am - get woken up by OBGYN to tell me I'm 10cm and it's time to push. Wake DH up. Check the mirror to make sure I don't look like a hag. Watch midwives make the necessary changes to the bed.
6am - start pushing
6.05am - DS2 emerges, mews once and then lies on my chest staring at me.
I cry, DH tears up. DS2 sets up camp on my boobs and doesn't leave for 3 hours.
The other best day of my life. Felt that wonderful exhaustion of someone who's not had much sleep but has just been given the best gift ever.
I am truly lucky to have had both excellent experiences, in spite of the fact they were different birth experiences, and that's mainly down to my OBGYN and my belief that he would give me the best experience possible. I would do it all again in a heartbeat tomorrow honestly.