I had my DD 20 months ago and I'm due number 2 in November.
I was induced with DD at 40+9. I went into labour the day induction was scheduled but they told me I had to be induced anyway. I went on the Syntocinon drip. I didn't fear labour at all but soon after it started I found myself unable to cope with the pain. I was vomiting and begged for pain relief after an hour but the midwife kept telling me it was too early for pain relief and I could do it without. She eventually brought me a hot water bottle. I had to labour on my back as I was strapped to monitors (she was concerned about baby's heart rate). After 3 hours she left as her shift ended and told me she would be back at 9pm to deliver my baby. She had given me gas and air but not told me how to use it so it was completely ineffective ( I didn't realise there was a certain way of using it) It was only 12pm at this point and the thought of doing 9 hours in that state was enough to completely break me down! When the next midwife came on shift, I had tried to wheel my drip down the hall to go to the toilet but got stuck in the hall because there wasn't any break between contractions and I was just clinging to the wall screaming. She examined me and I was fully dilated. She was cross because the first mw had told her I had 'ages' to go. I ended up begging for an epidural and being told it was too late, was given a shot of morphine which made me so out of it I can't remember much of DD being born but I do remember that I had to lie on one side with a mw holding one of my legs in the air while an obstetrian tried to free DD who was stuck.
The bit that has always stayed with me is the horrible first mw came back at 9pm when I was on the ward and said "hope you aren't too traumatised - I think the rest of the staff are traumatised by how much screaming you did." It made me feel like I had just completely failed at labour and been useless and they all thought I'd been a pain in the arse.
I'm due again in November and it's all I can think about. I know I don't want to go on that drip again and plan to refuse it in advance. But im so worried that maybe I just can't cope with labour and, if so, how can I make sure that I get the pain relief I need? Was I just not assertive enough? Has anyone had a second labour that was ok after an awful first birth?