What a great idea for a thread VS , but sorry about your experiences with both DD and DS1
I really wish I'd known about MN when I had DS six years ago.
What started off as a pretty routine induction with me (in spite of three doses of prostin gel), last prostin administered at teatime, waters broke naturally at just after midnight, dilation steady and progressing well through the night, it all started to go wrong.
The first thing was that my midwife was called away to an emergency with another of her patients and we were given a relief midwife who sat at the bottom of the bed completing her notes. She didn't examine me at all, and only talked to me when I either asked her something directly, or to tell me that the shouting I was doing was only succeeeding in giving me a sore throat. She also made me put a hospital gown on when I just wanted to be naked.
Anyway, I had been examined just before she took over around four am and had been 4cms. At about six am I really felt the urge to push and she wouldn;t examine me, telling me I couldn't possibly have dilated fully in just over two hours . I suppressed the urges as best I could, but I was tired, in a lot of pain as the diamorphine I'd had earlier was wearing off and although the gas and air was working, tiredness and not really knowing what I was doing, as well as lack of direction from her was making it very difficult to get it right and I kept passing out. My body had other ideas about not pushing and I just couldn't stop myself. (I comfort myself with the fact that the drugs had made my tongue a bit loose and I kept saying to my sister and DH, in a stage whisper, "I don't like that woman" and other more choice things ).
Anyhoo, I wasn't examined until after the shift change at 8.30 and was told I was fully dilated, but that there was a rim of cervix, but not to worry, I could push though it , so crack on. After two hours of pushing, with no difference ion the cervical rim, I was so tired that I was falling asleep between contractions and was delirious with pain (they said it was too late for an epidural and the second dose of diamorphine didn't even touch the pain, just made me very literal with the truth and I spent a happy half hour telling people exactly what i thought of them ). Then my contractions slowed down and they gave me an oxytocin drip, mucking it up in the first hand (I was black and blue for two weeks) before getting it in the other. That just made things worse as the contractions were relentless and very painful. I was screaming in pain. By this time, DS had gotten himself stuck and was wedged up against my pelvis, although he was surprisingly totally unaffected by all the goings on.
Another examination at 11:30 and they decided it wasn't happening (the rim of tissue had swollen further) and that I would need to go to theatre. I didn't want a c-section, and only consented after the consultant showed me her scar! So they had told me to stop pushing, but thanks to the oxytocin that was very difficult and I was passing out with the effort of not pushing. They gave me an epidural and after 20 mins tried to get the gas and air from me, but I wouldn;t let it go as I was still feeling a lot of pain. Another 20 minutes and they decided the epi hadn't worked (no shit sherlocks) and they decided to give me a spinal block. At this point I was still contracting for about a 90 seconds with 60 seconds between, trying not to push, and trying to hold still so they could do the spinal. It finally took three people to hold me still in the right position so they could do it, which I wasn't happy about as it was the same anaesthetist who had done the epidural and she was taking instructions from her boss, and the pain was excruciating during the whole process.
My sister and DH were also beside themselves as there was nothing they could do other than try and calm me down but I was getting hysterical. At some point the Obs came in, took one look at what was going on and took charge saying "this woman needs to go to theatre and she needs to go now" and then had my sis helping her scrub in in the delivery room. All the while they kept on spraying that cold spray at me which was starting to annoy me more than a little.
Finally the pain had gone and I was wheeled into theatre just after 12.30. They tried with forceps but I was too swollen so they opted for the section and DS was delivered at 12.50, blissfully unaware of all the fuss, but with the most horrendous moulding to his head where he had been stuck; he had two little horns and a 2cm deep bruise right across his forehead where he had been against my pelvis.
Phew.
I talked through my notes with the cons the next day and she said that it was "just one of those things", but knowing what i do now, I'm pretty sure that when I first felt the urge to push I was in transition (hence the general gobbiness), and that if I'd been examined I could've been helped through it and DS would have made a much more relaxed and happy (for me anyway) journey into the world. I'm pretty sure that the last six hours should have been very different. I also now know that pushing at a rim of cervix is only going to make it swell even more and that this was completely bum advice. Different if the MW had been trying to push/hold it aside as I was pushing, but she definately wasn't anywhere near the bottom end at that point.
When I had DD last year, I was all set for a trial of labour, but bottled it at the last minute and opted for an elective. The op was textbook and fab and relaxed, but my recovery was so long (four weeks before I could stand for more than 20 minutes without being in pain), so this time (due in November) I'm determined to have a natural birth, on my terms and with as little intervention as possible.
Writing this though (sorry it's an epic ) brings it all back and makes me wonder about how I'll deal with things if it isn't going well again as I'm not sure I could deal with another experience like that. I had very bad PND afterwards and failed to get BFing established. Six years on and I am still struggling to come to terms with it and still trying to shake the depression that has been a recurring theme in my life since then.
But, I have hired a doula and have read extensively about VBAC so am as prepared as I can be, but as it looms closer, the wobbles are setting in again.
Right it's taken me over an hour to get that all down. I'm off to read the rest of the thread now