I'm 40+8 with my second child and my mental health is crumbling. Up until a few weeks ago I was looking at an MLU birth, or even a homebirth, and was feeling fairly calm and confident. Then I started having panic attacks and flashbacks to my first labour (a 36-hour back to back ending in forceps delivery under spinal anaesthetic). The panic attacks have become daily, and nightly. I can't sleep. I cry all the time. I can't think about anything positive. I'm terrified of the labour pain that I know is coming. I overwhelmingly feel that I cannot, cannot at all, do it again. I'm aware that this is not good and if I had the time to I would get help from the GP, but there is no time.
Today I caved and decided that the only thing that would bring me any mental peace (and possibly let me sleep and stop panicking and crying) was planning to go to the hospital and have an epidural as soon as possible into the labour. I had intended to have one last time, but was checked so infrequently it was too late. This time, I decided, I would ask for one ASAP. Because I'm not sleeping I have no reserves, either mental or physical, to ride out a 'natural' labour. I've done all the hypno and active birthing prep stuff and the fear has eaten all my good work. I'm so low.
I've just been to the hospital to check out the birthing unit - the delivery suite is adjacent but you can't tour it. The midwife asked why I was looking at changing birth place so late, and I said because of the availability of epidurals. She then gave me the standard chat about second babies being different, keeping an open mind, and asked me to understand that they would 'try other options first' if I asked for an epidural. Like aromatherapy. Fucking aromatherapy. One of my flashbacks is being in transition with DD and someone clipping a stinking strip of jasmine paper to my bra without asking, and me telling DH to GET IT OFF ME. Gas and air did nothing for me. Water slowed everything down and they had to get me out. The only positive thing I can recall from DD's birth, apart from her being given to me, was the moment 30 minutes before the end when the spinal took effect and I stopped feeling the contractions.
I am in pieces. I've been crying in the car on the way home. I just want to feel safe, and be able to look forward to the arrival of our little one. I want to feel listened to. I feel fobbed off and unsafe, like if I go into labour and go to the hospital they'll try and stop me having an epidural and then I'll have to argue with the people who are supposed to be looking after me. While I'm in labour.
How do I get anyone to understand what I need? How do I get them to take me seriously? What the hell do I need to do?