I had an overwhelming urge to push at 5cm (something to do with the position ds was in I think, all a bit of a blur). The stroppy consultant came in and issued the order for a drip to be put in and epidural to be administered. Really didn't want an epidural so begged the midwife not to do it.
She gave me the option of pethidine instead (which I also didn't really want) so went for that.
It did kill the urge to push for about 3 hours and made me very sleepy. Conractions continued at a slower rate but was still dialating well.
The urge to push returned so I pushed like blazes for 3 hours, DS came down a little with every contraction but then went back up!
Sroppy consultant charges in and declares she will try with ventouse but only if I do my bit and push properly like a good girl. Also had to be prepped for a c-section in case ventouse does not work.
So, in we all troop to the theatre (I've pretty much lost it by now and can't stop crying) ventouse refuses to stick to DS's head so its in with the forceps. The feeling of having a baby dragged from my body still makes me feel a little queasy.
Unless I misunderstood it, it seems that DS was in a awkward position and just could not descend. At the time I was just so releived to have avoided a c-section.
The resulting bruising made every midwife who saw it wince. I didn't bother to get a mirror and see for myself!