He pretty much described it as “You come in. We give you a pessary, break your waters, put you on a drip, epidural and then BOOM...you have two babies” I suspect there might be slightly more too it then that...
Hmmm 
Well they gave me the pessary first thing in the morning and things started happening slowly but didn’t really get going until about 11pm, by which time of course my DH had been sent home (end of visiting) so I was alone.
I had a tens machine which was great for the pain but I was very sick.
Finally shipped down to a labour suite in the middle of the night
as I needed gas and air by that point.
They slapped internal monitoring on me as they couldn’t distinguish between the heartbeats with two external monitors so I was effectively strapped to the bed from that point and nothing moved on.
Epidural was given after G&A stopped working.
Sintocin had little effect.
36 hrs after pessary was given they decided a section was the only way forward.
Obviously it wasn’t an ideal scenario. I was pretty much on course for a section as soon as they decided to induce. However I was nearly 39 weeks by this point with big babies and the consultant had already let me go several days further than he originally wanted to after I begged for more time to go into labour naturally.
It wasn’t scary. I was kept informed at all times. The babies’ health was paramount.
However it should be noted that my family history is littered with sections. Not that long ago none of us would have survived childbirth so we are all very grateful.
I have lots of friends with twins who delivered naturally with no problems though.